Page 51 of New Year's Faye

I grinned, wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft, stroking him base to tip. He dropped his forehead to my shoulder with a low groan. Emboldened, I tightened my grip, twisting my wrist on the upstroke just the way I'd always imagined he'd like.

"Fuck, Faye," he panted against my skin. "You keep that up and this will be over before it starts."

I smiled, pleased at the effect I was having on him. "We can't have that."

I flipped us over so I was straddling his hips. His hands landed to my waist, gripping me tightly as I positioned myself over him.

“Wait.” I froze. “Condom?”

He pointed at his wallet on the bedside table. “I might have one.”

Grinning, I leaned across him only to be detoured when his mouth found my breast.

"Sam!" I gasped as his teeth grazed my nipple through the thin lace of my bra.

He hummed in response, the vibrations making me arch into his touch. His fingers deftly unhooked the clasp, freeing my breasts to his hungry gaze.

"So perfect," he murmured before capturing one tight peak between his lips.

I lost myself in the sensation, my head falling back as he lavished attention on my sensitive flesh. He alternated between soft licks and gentle nips, his hands roaming my body, setting me ablaze.

It took monumental effort, but I managed to pull away, ignoring his groan of protest. I found the condom and tore it open with my teeth. His eyes darkened as he watched me roll it onto his thick length.

Our eyes locked as I slowly sank down, taking him inch by delicious inch.

“Faye.”

I loved the way he said my name, like a prayer, a praise, a wish. I started to move, rolling my hips in a steady rhythm. His hands guided me, urging me faster, deeper. I braced myself onhis chest, my nails digging in. The only sounds were our ragged breaths and the obscene, delicious slap of skin on skin.

"Fuck, Faye," he growled, his fingers digging into my flesh. "You feel amazing."

I could only whimper in response, too lost in sensation to form coherent words. He felt incredible inside me, every drag of his hard length against my inner walls pushed me closer to the edge. Sensing my impending orgasm, he slid a hand between us, his thumb finding my clit.

“Come for me.”

I cried out at the added stimulation, my movements becoming erratic as I chased my release, losing myself in the way he felt, he touched, he teased.

“Sam!”

"That's it, baby," he encouraged through clenched teeth. "Take it. Take me. Take everything.”

My body trembled as waves of pleasure crashed over me, my inner muscles clenching around him as I came undone. Sam groaned, his hips snapping forward to bury himself deep inside me as he found his own release.

For several long moments, we stayed locked together, hearts racing and chests heaving as we caught our breaths. Slowly, Sam lifted his head from where it rested against my neck, his dark eyes meeting mine. A satisfied smile curved his sensual lips.

"You're incredible," he murmured, brushing a tender kiss across my mouth. "I can never get enough of you."

I returned his smile, my fingers playing with the damp hair at the nape of his neck. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

He got rid of the condom and returned to the bed, pulling me against his side.

I nestled into him, my head pillowed on his broad chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat. His fingers traced idle patterns along my spine as a sated silence enveloped us.

“Should this feel weird?” I asked softly.

“Maybe. Does it?”

I shook my head.

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