She deepens the kiss, her fingers tangling in my shirt in a way that hints at how she wants the night to go. I’d love soft and slow, passionate lovemaking filled with whispered promises and devotion, but that doesn’t seem to be in the cards tonight.
My shirt disappears, ripped over my head, and I’m standing at full attention when she leans in and sucks on my nipple before giving it a teasing bite.
I kick off my boots while she works open the button on my jeans, our harsh breaths mixing with the rasp of the zipper as she pulls it down.
Then she’s gone, taking a step back and tugging off the clothes one of the women let her borrow for our visit to her office earlier. It’s technically still Christmas, and boy what a gift she is as she unwraps herself.
“Let me,” she says after she’s wearing nothing but a devious smile when I start to push my jeans down.
She sinks to the floor in front of me with the bunched fabric, her mouth wrapping around the tip of my cock with absolutely no preamble.
I make an ungodly sound, a half-moan, half-curse as my hand finds the back of her head at the same exact second my cock meets the back of her throat.
“Jesus, fuck,” I hiss, watching the way her pink lips encircle my cock.
I have all of her attention for a few mountain-moving minutes, but then she pulls back, smiling up at me as if she knew I was fixing to blow.
I don’t have a problem with her dragging this out. I could go weeks without sleeping if she wants to edge me for that long.
“Get on the bed,” she commands, making my nuts draw up tighter.
I kick away the denim at my ankles before obeying, fisting my cock as she stands in the center of the room, her eyes raking the length of me. I know I look good. I spend a lot of time working on my physique, but there’s just something perfect about the appreciation in her eyes that makes me feel ten feet tall.
“Bedside table?” she asks, and I nod, knowing what she’s asking for.
She pulls a condom out, tossing it to me, and I don’t waste a single second rolling the thin rubber down my length as she climbs on the bed, then straddles me.
“You want it slow?” I ask, my voice hoarse with need.
She shakes her head. “I’m going to take what I need. Is that okay?”
“Yes,” I moan, the answer slipping out at the exact moment I slip inside of her.
As quick as she was to keep her eyes locked on mine earlier, she doesn’t seem to be able to manage it now. The intimacy of watching someone while they experience pleasure can be intimidating, but I can’t have her not right here in the moment with me.
“Look at me,” I urge. “See what you do to me.”
Sensation triples when her eyes finally meet mine.
“Ethan,” she pants, her leg muscles flexing as she lifts herself up and down my cock.
“So good,” I praise. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.”
She nods, a violent dip of her head in agreement as her mouth hangs partially open. Her nails dig into my chest as her hips move faster, but she doesn’t slow when my hands meet her hips.
“Gonna make me fall apart,” I warn, but it still doesn’t sway her movements.
My legs tense, abs tightening as I try to stave off the inevitable, but it’s just too damn good. I thrust up, spilling inside of the condom, but I only take a few seconds to revel in a total body orgasm.
I flip us over, pulling from her and not wasting a second before licking down her body and clamping my mouth over her pussy.
She whimpers and whines, begs me to make her see stars, and I’m a slave to her demands, sucking, licking, and nipping until she falls apart. When she tries to shove me away, I keep going, pulling a second orgasm from her before relenting.
No words are spoken when I look up at the dazed expression on her face, but that darkness and doubt I witnessed earlier is gone.
Climbing from the bed, I pull off the condom and clean up before bringing out a washrag for her. I don’t hand it to her when she reaches for it. I drop back down to the bed and take care of it myself, kissing the inside of her thighs, imagining my cum spilling out of her as I clean her up.
That’s a new fantasy of mine. I’ve never even been tempted to go bare with a woman before, and now I know I won’t be able to get it out of my head.
My cock is still half-erect by the time I get back to the bed from discarding the washcloth. I don’t bother to get dressed, and I don’t offer Faith something to wear as I position myself behind her and pull up the covers.