He playfully jerked on her panties, pulsing the pressure against her clit just enough to make her writhe. The fingers of his free hand slipped underneath the bunched fabric and stroked her opening. Faith drew a sharp breath and her sex clenched in automatic reaction.
Grant chuckled under his breath, settled his gaze on her face and watched her reaction as he stroked her and stroked her and stroked her. And fuck that felt beyond amazing. Faith pushed up to her hands for leverage, then lifted her hips into his touch.
“You like my fingers on you?”
“Yes...” The words came out breathless and completely wanton.
“Do you want them inside you?”
She choked on a sob of desire. “Yes, yes, yes.”
/> He scraped his lower lip between his teeth and pulled his hand from between her legs. Opening his hand toward her, he leaned closed and whispered, “Look how wet you are.”
Her gaze refocused on his hand and the glistening surface of his fingertips. Then followed the sight right into his mouth. She pulled in a sharp breath, shocked at the raw eroticism. But when Grant closed his lips around his fingers, moaned in pleasure and closed his eyes in an expression of bliss, lust flooded Faith’s body.
She leaned into one hand and reached for his waistband with the other. Grant easily caught her wrist and pressed her hand back to the tabletop, his gaze hot and determined on hers. “No. Hands. While yours stay here...”—he released her wrist and brought his hand between her legs—“Mine stay here.”
And with his eyes on hers, silently demanding she hold his gaze, he circled her opening again, until Faith couldn’t hold still anymore. She lifted and rocked toward his touch, making Grant smile, a hot devilish little smile.
“Baby, I hope you don’t plan on sleeping tonight. Because I have so many things I want to do to you.”
And then he slowly pushed inside her. The sensation stole Faith’s breath. She was so absorbed in the feeling of penetration, everything in her line of sight blurred. Deeper, deeper, deeper...until Grant’s hand pushed against her body and Faith’s breathing labored.
“Oh...fuck...” she barely whispered, her eyes rolling back. “Feels...soooooo gooooooood...”
The pressure eased as Grant pulled back.
Faith grasped his wrist and fell a little off balance. “No,” she begged, meeting his eyes. She pressed her forehead to his. “Please don’t stop. Please don’t. I’ve never felt anything so good.”
Instead of pulling the rest of the way out, Grant thrust home.
“Ah...” Her body tightened and flooded with a kind of ecstasy she’d never experienced. She cried out and dropped her head back, body quivering.
Grant pressed a kiss to her throat, then murmured at her ear. “Let go of my hand and grip the edge of the table.”
She obeyed.
“Next time you touch me without permission,” he rasped, “I’m pulling out and taking all this pleasure with me.”
No, no, no. She closed her eyes and swallowed, preparing herself to be patient.
But Grant started moving again. Moving inside her. Deep, deep inside her. Strokes, shallow thrusts, and pressure. Lots of pressure. The kind of pressure that made her want to move and beg. The kind that made her insane.
“I want...to come...” The words just fell from her mouth.
“You’re so impatient. We’re going to have to work on that.” He pulled from her body and she felt so empty. But then he was back, pushing in with what felt like two fingers, bringing more pressure.
“Fuck, yes. Oh, God...” He did something that made her burn and ache and crave.
“You like that?” he murmured, thrusting deep and slow with thicker penetration.
“Yes, yes, yes.” She moaned and cried out and whimpered her pleasure. “Yes, yes, so good.”
“You’re tight, baby.” He pushed then circled, stretching her body until she burned while rubbing places that made her want to scream. “You’re gonna clamp down on me like a siphon. I’ll loose it on my first plunge.” Another moment of excruciating torture and he murmured, “Okay, baby, give me some juice.”
He stepped back, bent and pressed his mouth to her silk covered clit. The shock of it vanished when the warmth of his mouth overwhelmed her sex. She released the table to grab his head, but realized what she was doing and slapped it down on the wood again.
Grant pulled back enough to stroke the throbbing silk-trapped flesh with his tongue. Back and forth. Back and forth. She cried out and bowed. The touch was whisper soft and warm, shocking her body with shards of intense pleasure and flooding her sex with languid heat. While inside her, he continued to do something that created a delicious pressure that kept rising and growing and intensifying. The way he watched her moan and writhe, knowing she was helpless to do anything but absorb his assault, taking what he gave, the way he gave it, added a dark, edgy intensity to the thrill, and nearly drove Faith out of her skin.