“Save me again.”
“No.”
“Yes.” She stepped back and met the bed, giving me a view of those damn pleading eyes.
I held my hand out to stop her. “Don’t you lay down on that damn bed or—”
She fell back into it. The mattress jumped a little. All that softness surrounded her brown frame. She was a sleek goddess.
How the hell did I think I could ever get over her?
“Help me.” She clutched her breasts and touched those nipples, rolling her fingers over the points and twisting them. There were so full. They looked swollen and full of milk. It was such an odd thing to picture, those breasts filling of milk. Those nipples dripping white. My tongue lapping it all up.
She licked her lips. “Help me a little more, Daniel.”
“Damn it. You’re crazy.” I pulled off my shirt and dropped it on the floor. “And I’m crazier.”
Unbuckling and almost tripping over my pants, I got to her, stumbling a few times too. How long had I wanted this moment? How many fucking years had I imagined being inside of her? Then there was those drunk nights, during my dark years, where I’d be on my back in the cabin, the bed rocking, some pretty lady bouncing on top of me, and her face. . .was always Faith’s.
I fell next to her, she opened her eyes and giggled. “You’re excited.”
“You have no fucking idea.” I grasped those lovely globes and did more than what her fingers could do. I knew it because she moaned so loud the windows trembled and threatened to break. I knew it because when I dipped my fingers into her softness, she dripped all over me and moaned my name. I knew it because she gripped the bed and twisted and turned in ecstasy.
“Damn, Daniel.” She trembled against me. “Maybe, weshouldwait. You’re going to make me even crazier.”
“Wait?” I slipped down and lowered myself to those thighs. “You want to wait? Just tell me?”
Her legs shivered as I opened them. “Go ahead, baby. Tell me no.”
She stirred and whispered, “Yes.”
“I don’t understand.” I put my hands on her legs and teased at the most delicate area of flesh at the very top of her inner thighs. “Is that yes, stop?” I reveled as Faith arched her body upwards, as if frantic and desperate for more. “Tell me, baby. Why are you saying yes? Or is that yes, please make love to me for as long as you would like?”
I caressed her wet center, playing that throbbing bud like a piano. She had so many, little sensitive keys down there. I could compose symphonies on just that area alone.
“You have no idea how much I love you.” I tenderly rotated Faith’s swollen clitoris between my thumb and forefinger. This was my favorite part of the woman’s body. God had blessed women with these magic buttons, this mass of bundled nerve endings made for pleasure. She twisted and rocked into my hands.
I didn’t understand why women didn’t sit around pressing their buttons all day.
“This is what I need.” Her breath quickened. “This is what I always needed.”
While I wet my fingers with her, pleasure pierced through me. It was a quiet storm. Dark and dangerous. Rumbling off in the distance, but too close to ignore. My dick strained against the boxer brief material. My balls drew up. There weren’t many times I could note the movement. It was in my most starving of moments when I hadn’t had sex for a very long time.
Here, this woman had got me to starvation in seconds.
“Yes. This is what I need.” Faith brought her hands back to her breasts and pulled on her nipples, making them long and harder.
I’m going insane.
A groan escaped me. I hadn’t got out of my boxer briefs yet. I didn’t even know if I wanted to waste the time taking them off.
Just pull them down. Fuck that. I want her.
And that’s what I did, yanked the front down. My dick popped out longand ready.So, hard, it almost felt like this numbing pain of hunger. That was what this obsession had done to me. Made me feel like I’d been shot in my core and just now realizing the injuries. I was close to coming and hadn’t even gotten wet with her.
“Open your eyes. I want you to know this is real.” I got on top of her, balancing on my knees so I wouldn’t put my heavy frame on her. “Open them, Faith.”
“I’m scared.”