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His mouth finds mine for a fevered kiss. I feel his hand leap to my cheek. He holds me there while our tongues battle and our teeth clash. It’s messy and hurried and a sign of the desperate desire that is there between us. It’s always there between us.

I whine when I feel his fingers skim over my stomach.

My back arches out of pure need.

“Touch me,” I demand. “I need it.”

He laughs with his lips pressed to the corner of mine. “Tell me what you need, Faith.”

“Your hands on me,” I answer without hesitation.

My skin is heating, boiling from the inside out with each touch of his fingers against my skin.

“Where?” His voice drops lower. There’s a dangerous edge to it. It’s almost a promise that if I ask, he will grant me every wish I have.

I drop a hand to my core. “Here.”

His hand lands on top of mine. It’s so close to my pussy, but my hand is the barrier. I try to slide it free so I can feel his hands race over my flesh.

He doesn’t let me. He holds my hand there. “Touch yourself for me. Touch your cunt for me.”

The words are dripping with so much raw need that I do it. I part myself and trail a finger through my wetness.

I hold in a moan, but he doesn’t.

He lets out a guttural sound just as he kicks the blanket off of us.

I gasp, feeling suddenly exposed, and with the harsh cold in the room prickling over my skin, I try to yank my hand free of his.

He holds it there with my finger edging over my swollen clit.

He moves slightly so he can see all of me.

“Fuck.” The word falls from his lips as he hungrily rakes me from head to toe. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

“Do it,” I try and coax him because I want that.

I want to feel his cock inside of me. I want to come around him, with him. I want my first time to be right now.

“Not yet.” His eyes meet mine in the dim light.

“Please,” I almost whine. “I’m aching.”

His hand presses mine closer to my core. “You’re aching here because you need to come.”

I flit my finger over my clit again and again. “So badly.”

He watches in rapt wonder. “Jesus, Faith. This is so goddamn beautiful.”

That spurs me on. My legs fall open as I touch myself at a rapid pace. Tight little circles over my clit with just the tip of my finger.

He shifts his ass until he’s between my legs. His gaze is pinned on my pussy while his hand strokes his long, thick cock.

I stare at it. It’s insanely hot. It’s a sign of his body’s need reflected in the movements of my hand.

“Fuck it,” he spits the words out in a groan. “I can’t take it.”

Before I know what’s happening, he’s between my legs, edging them apart with his broad shoulders, and as I finger myself, his mouth finds my core, and he takes over, sending me into an instant orgasm.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Matthew

I hold her down as she squirms underneath me.

Her pretty pink cunt is glistening as I stroke my tongue over it again and again. I stare at her; at her exposed pussy, and marvel at how something like this can make me so utterly weak.

I’ve never felt this tightening in my chest when I’ve gone down on a woman.

But it’s there, threatening to push words out of my mouth that I can’t say.

I love how you taste, Faith.

I love you how smell.

I love how you make me feel inside.

I think I’m falling in…

I bite her inner thigh to control the runaway train that is my imagination.

She lets out a cry that’s a mix of pain and pleasure. “Matthew.”

I ignore it because I am a man on a mission. I quiet my hips because I’m pretty sure I was fucking her mattress as I ate her through two orgasms.

I can’t do that now because this is a moment I’ve been longing for.

I catch her gaze and keep it while I slide my index finger between my lips. I lick it, showing her every move I make.

“What are you?” her question halts right there when I run that finger over her smooth cleft.

“This,” I whisper as I hold it there, against her opening.

“Matthew,” she whispers my name this time. “Oh, please.”

I don’t need to hear more than that. I slide it in slowly, almost painfully slow, as I feel her cunt grip me tightly.

Jesus.

If it’s like this now, what kind of sweet torture is it going to be when my cock is wrapped in that velvet heat?

“That’s so good,” she moans.

I slide it out, taking it in my mouth again before I add another finger.

I insert both into her tightness, gliding them in and out at an unhurried pace.


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