"You're making me wild," I say, running my hands through his hair, shoving his head deeper against my cunt.
"You smell incredible," he says, lifting his head, his chin at my belly, "you know that?"
"I'm trying to believe you, but I'm not saying things just to say them. I mean it."
He takes my hand and has me stroke his shaft over the ridge in his jeans. "You feel that? That's what you're doing to me."
I smile. "You're so hard."
"Yeah. You're not the only one who’s eager, Faith."
My face breaks into a grin. That nervous energy fades. Suddenly, the room is charged. I lift up the hem of my shirt, pull it up over my head, and toss it aside. I'm wearing a sports bra. It's the only bra his mom lent me, and I pull it up over my head too, standing there exposed, my breasts in plain sight, my nipples hard. I watch as he takes me in.
"Oh God, you're perfection." I smile as he begins to rub his hands over my breasts, teasing my nipples with his fingers. "They're so big. They're just perfect," he says, massaging them in a way that has my whole body lit up.
"Well, it's not fair if I'm the only one half naked."
He grins, pulling back and then lifting his T-shirt up over his head. When he sets it aside on the bed, I see chiseled abs and defined muscles.
"Okay, you are like a Greek god, Jake." I laugh. "This isn't even remotely fair. You look like a cover model."
He grins. "There's not much to do when I'm on base except work out."
I giggle. "Fine," I say, "but this situation," pointing at his six pack, "is insane."
"Good thing you told me you were falling for me before I took off my shirt. I might think you want me only for my body."
I laugh, shoving him down on the bed, and rolling on top of him. He wraps his arms around me, kissing me again, my bare breasts pressed against his muscular body. "I've never felt so alive," I tell him.
"Good," he says. "Now let's see how fast I can make you come.”
11
JAKE
Faith is naked on my bed. I've tossed her leggings aside, her panties too, and she's lying against my pillow, her bare body on top of my bedding, looking so damn beautiful. My cock aches with need, desire and want. She is everything and more.
"What are you thinking?" she asks. I unbuckle my jeans, removing them along with my boxers. I stroke my shaft up and down. It's hard and thick and God, it's needy.
"I'm thinking that I must be the luckiest man in the world to be here with you like this. Fuck, Faith."
She smiles softly. Her cheeks are full and pink. Her eyes sparkle. She reaches her hand out for mine. "Come here," she says. I lie down next to her on the bed and she rolls over, looking at me, her hand on my chest. I run my hand over her ass. It's plump and juicy, and I squeeze it.
"I could stay here forever and die a happy man."
"Not me," she says with a tease.
"Oh yeah?" I ask.
She licks her lips. "I'd really like us to make love before I die. At least once."
I chuckle. "Oh, we're going to make love more than once today, I promise you that."
"You're so big," she says, reaching down and touching me. Her hand runs against the hard ridges of my cock, and I bite down on my bottom lip.
"Fuck, that feels good," I tell her.
"I'm a little nervous," she says. "I'm not sure how that is going to fit inside of me."
I nod. "It's all right," I say. "We'll take our time. We'll make sure you're ready."
"I am ready. I just don't know if it will work."
"It'll work. I promise," I tell her. "Now, how about I help ensure that by opening you up a bit?"
Her eyes widen. "Okay. You know what you're doing?"
I nod. "I'm going to go nice and slow. I'm going to make sure every moment of this is what you’ve been imagining your whole life. If you've waited so long, I don't want you to feel like it wasn't worth the wait."
"Everything about this makes me feel like it was worth the wait," she says. "I love the idea of you being my first, my only." Her mouth closes fast after that word, only. She shakes her head. "Oh my God, I can't believe I said that."
"It's okay," I say, easing her onto her back, making sure her head is comfortable underneath a pillow. Then I move lower, spreading her knees. "I like the idea of being your only, of being your forever."
"You mean it?" she asks, her eyes on me.
I push her knees apart, giving myself more room. "I mean it," I say. "The idea that your pussy has never been touched and filled? Fuck, it drives me wild, that thought, that I am going to be the man to take you to the edge and back."