Faith tilts her head in that curious way people do when they’re unsure of their next move.
I help her understand with soft words of encouragement. “Sit here, Faith. Sit and face me.”
She moves her legs slowly with deliberate calculation. Her hand reaches out to rest on my shoulder for balance as she straddles me.
I adjust her there, in my lap, moving her ever so slightly to the left, so the ridge of my erection is pressing against her cleft.
We’re both clothed, separated by layers of underwear and denim, but it doesn’t matter. I’m not about to rush this. I want to savor this moment, and her, so that every memory she has of our time together is etched with my enormous respect for her and her body.
As my hands settle on her waist, she smiles.
“This is all right?” I ask, knowing full well that it is.
I can tell by her breathing. It’s picked up. Her breaths are now shallow and quick.
She’s as aroused as I am.
She shifts slightly, sliding her pussy over my erection. “This is perfect.”
Her hands find my shoulders and then the back of my neck. I close my eyes for a brief moment because her touch is intimate in a way that surprises me.
I’ve had women lick, suck, and touch almost every inch of my body, but this spot that Faith has found to trip her fingertips over on the back of my neck is incredibly sensitive.
I suspect that has more to do with her than with me.
She gazes into my eyes. “I trust you.”
The words are fuel for me. I need her trust if I’m going to take this where I want to.
In any other situation, I’d have her on her back in my bed by now. I’d be sucking on her clit before shoving my dick into her and then fucking her at a pace that would leave her feeling split in two.
“I’m grateful for that,” I admit. “When I read your diary and realized that you were a virgin, I desperately wanted to be your first.”
“You did?”
I almost laugh at the surprise lacing the tone of her voice.
What man in his right man wouldn’t want to be her first? Her second? Her forever?
I shake that thought away with a hard swallow. “I do, Faith. I want to be your first lover.”
“My first lover,” she repeats the words with a glint in her eye. “We’re going to be lovers.”
An ache tugs at my heart as I hear her say that. My dick throbs, but it’s my heart that is leading this pleasure parade. It’s beating so hard in my chest that I’m sure she’ll feel it.
I lean forward to press a kiss on her lips.
She parts them for me, inviting me inside.
I take her closer, drawing her body into mine as I deepen the kiss. She’s all in – moving her hips in tiny circles to feel my cock rubbing against her pussy.
She mewls, and her moans fill the silence of this room.
I want more of that. I want to hear a symphony of only that every night for the rest of my life because it’s not only so fucking hot, it’s heavenly in a twisted way that I can’t explain.
She’s not an angel, but maybe the devil in sheep’s clothing because I’m losing myself to her already, and I haven’t done anything more than kiss her.
I slide my hands to the hem of her T-shirt, yanking it free of her jeans.
“Shirt off,” I mumble into our kiss. “Take your shirt off.”
She nods as her lips trail over the stubble that’s settled on my jaw. “I’ll take it off.”
She does in a quick movement that sends the T-shirt to the floor somewhere over her shoulder.
I stare at her. It’s all creamy, unblemished skin stark against a dark blue silk bra.
Her tits spill over the top, but it’s not too tight. It’s perfect. She’s perfect.
Her hands move slowly toward her breasts.
I shift her in my lap, warding them off. “Don’t cover up.”
She wasn’t quite there yet, but that’s where her hands were headed. “I’m just…I want you to think that I’m…”
The words tumble out of her between nervous stutters of her breath.
“You want me to think you’re what?” I question softly before I trail kisses over her bare shoulder. “Breathtaking? Insanely hot? The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen?”
“Ever?” Vulnerability edges the question. “You think that?”
I break free of my journey to pepper her skin with kisses to look at her face. Emotion swims in her eyes.
“You’re exquisite.” I drop my gaze to the spot between her breasts before I dip down and press my lips there. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Faith.”
Her hands move slowly to reach behind her.
She doesn’t say anything as she undoes the clasp of the bra.
I watch in wonder as it slides down her shoulders and then drops from her tits.