Page 50 of New Year's Faye

"Why?"

"Because." He pressed his forehead to mine. "I want to savour. I want to memori?—"

I caught his face between my hands, making him look at me. "Sam. I want you. All of you. We've wasted enough time being careful.”

His eyes darkened. "Say that again."

"I want you."

With a growl, he pulled me close, capturing my mouth in a kiss that melted my bones. As his hands slid under my dress, I decided maybe lists weren't so bad after all.

“We’ll go slow next time,” he promised, nipping at my bottom lip.

His fingers traced patterns on my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I arched into his touch, craving more. He obliged, his hands roaming higher until they cupped my breasts through the thin fabric. I moaned into the kiss, my own hands gripping his muscular back.

He walked us backwards until my legs hit the edge of the bed. With a gentle push, I fell back onto the soft mattress. He loomed over me, eyes dark with desire.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his gaze raking over my body appreciatively.

I reached up and pulled him down to me, needing to feel his weight pressing me into the sheets. Our kisses turned frantic, tongues tangling and teeth clashing. I tugged impatiently at his shirt, and he broke away just long enough to yank it over his head.

My hands mapped the planes of his chest, revelling in the feel of his warm skin and hard muscles. He groaned as I dragged my nails down his abs. His own hands were busy pushing my dress up around my waist.

"Off," he commanded gruffly, and I eagerly complied, wiggling out of the garment and tossing it aside. Now clad in only my bra and underwear, I watched as his eyes hungrily took me in

I gasped as his hands found the seam of my panties, teasing me through the delicate fabric.

"Please," I breathed, arching into his touch. "I need you."

With a wicked grin, he dropped to his knees, pushing my dress up around my waist. He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, his stubble grazing my sensitive skin. Slowly, torturously, he dragged my underwear down my legs, his eyes never leaving mine.

I whimpered as the cool air hit my heated flesh, my need for him growing with every passing second. He ran a finger through my wet heat, and I nearly arched off the bed, such was my need.

"So wet for me already," he murmured appreciatively. "Let's see how many times I can make you come."

I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him in place as he licked and sucked, working me into a frenzy. He teased—alternating between rough and gentle, between hot, wet licks and blunt fingers. I became madness, writhing beneath him, pleading for release, losing all control as he drove me closer and closer to the edge.

"That's it, Faye," he growled between long, slow licks. "Let me hear you."

I let out a keening moan as he slid two fingers inside me, stroking in time with the swirls of his tongue. I fisted the sheets, incoherent pleas spilling from my lips.

He built me up slowly, bringing me to the edge again and again before easing off, keeping me suspended in sweet, aching bliss. When he finally let me fall, I shattered with a hoarse scream, my body shaking with the force of my release.

He growled his appreciation, holding me in place as he renewed his efforts, continuing his sensual assault until a second orgasm crashed over me.

Overwrought and oversensitive, I had to push weakly at his shoulders.

"Sam, too much," I gasped, my body languid and loose, trembling from the aftershocks.

He relented without protest, crawling up the bed, trailing kisses along my heated skin.

When his mouth met mine, I could taste myself on his tongue. It was erotic and intimate, and a new wave of desire wash over me.

“Your turn,” I murmured, sliding a hand between our bodies to his fly. Slowly, I popped the buttons of his jeans. He hissed as I slid my hand inside, cupping him through his boxers.

He was hard and straining against the fabric, and I traced the outline of his impressive length, enjoying the way his breath hitched.

“Fuck.”

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