Page 62 of The Favor

He lifted her against his body, and she was aware they were moving. She was so focused on him and his beautiful lips she didn’t realize they had moved to his room until she was laid down against the soft mattress.

She watched through hooded lids as he slid down her body, removing her pants in a swift motion. How the hell did he do that?

He peppered light kisses over her bare thighs, tracing his lips up to her pussy. Maybe it was her need for him, maybe sheer desire, or maybe it was his confession and vow, but every touch seemed electrified. Her skin burned for his touch in a tingling fire. She lowered her hand to the back of his neck when his lips pressed against her core.

It was all too intense. She shifted her hips, but his hands on her hips locked her in place. She stretched her tight muscles and angled her neck, digging her head against the mattress. She gasped as his tongue circled directly over her clit, giving her a sensation that tensed every muscle in her body.

It was obvious he knew his way around a woman’s body. She sent the thought to the back of her mind. She would focus on being the recipient of his gifted mouth. She pushed her hips forward, and his flicking tongue sent her over the edge into a beautiful euphoric state.

When he rose from his knees, he gripped the hem of his shirt, ripping off the material in a quick swoop, revealing his chest. She immediately shot up, reaching for him. His mouth lowered and took her in a deep kiss. She fumbled with the snap to his jeans and hooked her thumbs, dragging them down his body.

His groan echoed through the bedroom when she grasped his cock, stroking his length slowly. She eyed his cock, and unabashedly licked her lips. Finally, she would get her own taste. He must have sensed where she was going and gripped her shoulders, gently pushing her back.

His voice was raw and course. “Your mouth on me right now will end badly for you, sweetheart.” He choked out a laugh when she tightened her grip on his dick. “Fuck.”

She smirked. It was empowering to be in control. She leaned forward, but in a swift move, he flipped her onto her stomach. She giggled when he playfully slapped her ass, and his mouth whispered against her ear, “Bad girl, Chey.”

She glanced over her shoulder. His lips twitched, clearly amused by her disobedience.

“I don’t wanna come off as just a taker and not a giver.” She cocked her brow.

“Oh, you’re gonna give me exactly what I want.” He growled, and the head of his cock lined up between her folds. She arched her back and pushed toward him, reeling in the sensation as he entered her slowly.

From behind had never been a favorite of hers. The position left an awkward intrusion instead of what she felt now. Her face planted against the mattress, and his hips rocked into her ass. She felt every inch of him deeper inside her core. His hands caressed her back, causing a shivering pulse. It was electric.

She pushed against him, taking what little lead she could. His hands gripped her cheeks, and he thrust inside her, taking his time and making every move curl her toes. His chest lined up against her back, and one fist landed near her head. His other hand slid her hair away, caressing over her damp skin, and he kissed her neck. She shrugged and moaned. His tongue flicked over the curve of her neck, and she moaned from the sensation. She wasn’t sure what that spot was, but it sent all the feels over her body. She smiled and turned her head, reaching back to kiss him.

“Feels so good.”

He rocked deeper inside her and swiveled his hips, landing on a spot she was sure was the mythical G-spot. She’d called bullshit on the mystery spot for years. She was convinced either everyone lied or she just didn’t have it. Now the truth sent her hands into fists, and she gasped for air. Trax proved he’d found her golden ticket.

He chuckled against her neck. “Looks like I found your sweet spot, Chey.”

She moaned, knowing nothing coherent would come out even if she tried. Her arms shook from the slow build up, and she remained still against his steady pounding. If he lost his rhythm, she might be driven to tears. She was on the edge of an amazing orgasm. This would be a first for her. Two in one night? She bit her lip to the point of pain, riding the sensation.

His pace quickened, and her orgasm went from a slow intro to a cosmic explosion. She opened her mouth, panting, unable to control her breath. “Oh God.”

His hand cupped her jaw, and he kissed her while she moaned desperately in his mouth. Slow and steady was a thing of the past as he fucked her hard and fast, sending the bed slamming into the wall. It was reckless and frenzied, and by far the best sex she’d ever had.

His cock jolted deeper into her core and stilled. Even with the condom, she felt him pulse inside her. He groaned against her lips. She stroked his tongue as his body trembled against hers.

Perfect.

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The light peeking through his cheap blinds wasn’t what woke him up. It was the soft caress on his abdomen, drawing circles over his skin, and her warm breath fanning over his neck. The last memory he had before he’d passed out was Cheyenne curled into his side, completely drained from fucking. Her soft snore and complete contentment in his arms was what had eased him into sleep.

It was surprising they had slept the entire time in the same position, but there she was, snuggled into his side. It was all new territory for him. Women had tried to make a one-night stand into something permanent, but it wasn’t what he was looking for. Or maybe they hadn’t been the right woman. Here, with Cheyenne, it all felt right.

She curled deeper into his chest and sighed with her fingers digging into his ribs as though she held on, not wanting to let go. He fucking liked that. It should have scared the shit out of him. A self-proclaimed bachelor who made it known he wasn’t looking to wife up or take on an old lady. Now, fucking look at me. Getting off on just having her snuggled in bed with him. His hand tightened on her back, pulling her closer.

“Morning,” she whispered.

“You sleep good?”

“Yeah. I like your bed.”

“Good ’cause I like you here, and you’re gonna be spending a lot of time in it.”

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