Finding Faye (K&S Securities 1)

She shudders under me, her hips bucking under the slow assault. I drape a forearm over her hips, halting her motion as I slide my hand low, brushing against her entrance. She’s even wetter now, her slippery juices easing my way as I carefully work the tip of one finger into her tight sheath.

Her walls clamp down immediately at my gentle invasion and she moans, her head tossing against the pillow and opening her legs farther. Encouraged by her enthusiastic response, I press deeper until I feel the slightest pop as the thin barrier of her virginity is broken. She doesn’t seem to even notice as she moans loudly and thrusts against my hard finger. Her inner walls flutter at the invasion, sucking me in deeper, until I’m surrounded by her wet, clinging heat. Fuuck! I wish it was my cock!

I wait several long seconds, waiting for her to still. For her little virgin cunt to soften a little. I don’t want to hurt her. When it does, I slowly slide it out. Until just the just the very tip is still in her and she urges me on with inarticulate sounds of need. Gritting my teeth against my need to have her, I pump one finger, then two inside her clinging sheath. When she softens and goes liquid, I curl them forward, rubbing against the inside wall of her channel and her entire body stiffens. She screams my name as her pussy clenches down on my fingers. An instant later her release floods my hand.

It’s the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen.

“I can’t wait for you to do that on my cock,” I growl, glancing up at her face. I have to smile, even though part of me wants to cry in frustration.

She is already passed out against the pillows, her hair a wanton tangle around her pale face.

The drama of the last few days, followed by a screaming orgasm, have knocked her out. Gently sliding my finger from her clinging body, I bring it to my mouth and suck it into my mouth. Her flavor bursts against my taste buds and I can’t hold back a moan as I palm my shaft and I tuck her replete form under the covers. Watching her for long moments, my dick firmly in my fist, I retreat to the bathroom to take a shower and give myself a little relief.

She needs her sleep… We have a long day tomorrow and I want her to be well rested the next time we are in bed together.

Chapter Nineteen

Faye

Somewhere nearby there is an alarm going off. It isn’t mine, the sound is all wrong. I struggle through the haziness of slumber trying to find the source and shut it off. I’m surrounded by delicious warmth that entices me to snuggle back into the pillows and sleep some more. My entire body feels heavy and languid. I haven’t woken up so cozy and comfortable… ever, maybe? I’m face down in the softest pillow ever, and I just want to ignore the noise.

“Morning, Sweetpea,” Travis’ sleep-roughened voice mumbles close to my ear. Sleepy, I turn toward it and realize that he is the source of the warmth that is making me so comfortable. I smile in the general direction of his voice.

“Good morning,” I reply, starting to wake up a little more fully. Suddenly the memory of the previous day (and night) floods through my mind and I open my eyes, a self conscious smile on my face. The room is dark with the heavy shadows of early morning. The only light coming in through the windows pale and distant.

“It’s still dark outside,” I whisper, cuddling closer to him and pulling the blanket up over my bare shoulder. I’m naked and the air outside of our little cocoon is chilly.

“Almost six,” he mumbles, his voice rough with sleep as he pulls me tighter to his side. “Figured you might want to shower before we head out to get Ana.”

I sigh, disappointed that we don’t have more time to stay in bed, I feel like I could stay here all day. Knowing that it’s important that we take Ana home I start to roll to the edge of the mattress. Travis looks like has already dozed back off, but the iron band of his arm around me tightens when I move to sit up.

“We don’t have to go right this second,” he mumbles sleepily.

Giving in to my need to be cuddled that I never knew that I had, I settle back against his side and stretch out, my feet sliding against his long legs. Laying still in his embrace, I’m aware of the rough texture of his chest hair against my nipples. The musky smell of sex tickles my nose. My thighs are deliciously sore from being spread wide around him last night. I like how it makes me feel… until every single thing from the previous night comes back to me.

I can feel my cheeks lighting up and my chest tightening as I realize that I must have passed out in the middle of everything. I’m so lame! He must think that I am such a tease. I don’t even know how to apologize or if I even should. He doesn’t seem upset with me. Not yet, anyway.

“Travis,” I whisper. “I need the bathroom.”

This time when I pull away he lets me go and with tears stinging behind my eyes, I slide from the warmth of the bed and shiver in the cool air.

Ducking my head a little, I keep my face angled away from him and, hugging my arms across my bare breasts, I hurry into the bathroom. I have never been so embarrassed in my entire life. First I blurt out that I’m still a virgin and then… What kind of woman falls asleep in the middle of the hottest encounter of her life?

Apparently I do.

Disgusted with myself, I turn on the shower and step into the steamy spray, wishing I could wash away how stupid I feel. I teased and flirted with him for days! Offering myself any way that I knew how, and when he finally takes me up on my offer I fall asleep. Shit! How could I do that!? I feel even worse when I realize that, once again, I am crying.

Feeling ridiculous, I center myself under the ribbons of hot water flowing from the rain shower head. If I wasn’t so miserable I would be enjoying it like I have every other morning since arriving here. Instead, I just stand there, letting it wash away my tears and the subtle aches in my body. I could stay in here forever, it feels so good. Plus, I feel like hiding out for a bit longer and this is as good a place for it as any.

I’m looking around for my razor to shave my legs, when the glass door opens behind me. I spin around, my feet slipping on the wet tile floor as Travis steps inside, gathering me into his arms before I can fall.

I gasp as my slick skin slides against his and he settles me against his chest. Not making any attempt to disguise his arousal from me. If the steely hardness of his cock pressing against my belly and the kisses he presses against my face are any indication, he isn’t at all upset about me crashing after the most intense climax of my life.

Wilting with relief, I sag into him wrapping my arms around his hard

waist and leaning into his embrace, feeling the warm water flow over us both. As weird as it sounds, he’s the only family I have left. I’m so relieved that I didn’t mess things up between us, even though I left him hanging last night. I’ve always heard that leading a guy on and then not following through with sex was the quickest way to get dumped, but with Travis that doesn’t seem to be the case at all. I still feel the need to apologize though.

“I’m so sorry that I passed out on you last night,” I babble. He pauses his kisses and pulls away from me. I glance up unable to stop myself from blushing. Again. What is wrong with me?