Page 179 of Wicked Fantasies

“God, Faith. I want you so bad. It feels like I’ve waited forever for this night. We’ll go slow, I promise, and if you change your mind, just say so. We don’t have to do this.”

“Please,” she whispered when his hand drifted up to cup her breast.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.”

With his gentle touches and sweet words, he transported her back in time and she felt the slightest fluttering in her stomach. Butterflies? Nerves? God, this really was starting to feel like her first time.

“I want to see you,” he whispered as his lips moved along her cheek, not stopping ’til he reached her ear. He sucked the lobe into his mouth. “I want to take your shirt off. Just your shirt…for now. Okay?”

She nodded, her voice failing her as he reached for the hem of her T-shirt, pulling it over her head. His gaze fell to her chest and she felt a hot blush rise to her cheeks as he looked at her. His eyes studied her body as if he’d never seen her before and for the briefest of moments, she actually felt the urge to cover herself up out of modesty.

“God,” he murmured. “You’re so beautiful. Can I take your bra off? I want to touch your breasts, kiss them.”

She moaned as she nodded. She wanted his lips on her, wanted his hands touching her. He reached behind her and she smiled when he fumbled with the clasp of her bra. His words drifted back to her. Do over. Magic.

As he pulled the lace away from her body, her hands did move up to cover herself. The moment was too real and she couldn’t overcome the belief that he was truly seeing her for the first time.

“Don’t hide yourself from me, Faith. Ever.” He gripped her wrists in his large hands, pulling them away from her breasts. His touch was firm, and arousal dampened her panties as she trembled slightly. He noticed her response, but mistook it. “Are you cold? I can turn the heater on.”

She shook her head. “No. No heat. I’m burning up.”

He smiled at her admission and she watched him slip briefly out of his role, back into the skin of her confident, sex-incarnate husband. “Those are only sparks. By the time we’re finished, I’m going to have you hotter than a raging inferno.”

He didn’t give her time to respond as he bent his head to her breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth roughly. She threw her head back and he took the motion as an invitation to advance their play. Pulling away briefly, he reached beneath his legs and hit the release on the bucket seat, pushing it as far back as it would go.

Gripping her legs, he pulled them toward him. “Lie down.”

She slowly reclined as Troy twisted, positioning himself between her legs and coming over her. He resumed his kisses to her breasts, tweaking her hard nipples until she was squirming beneath him. “I love your tits,” he whispered and she grinned at his very masculine admission. “I want to squeeze them around my cock and fuck them.”

“Do it,” she urged.

He shook his head and she watched as he seemed to catch himself. “Later. This time is for you.”

He unbuttoned her pants and slowly dragged down the zipper. The entire time he watched her face and she could see he’d fallen back into his earlier role. The transformation was amazing. Why hadn’t they ever tried role-playing in bed? Troy was obviously a natural.

Anxious to resume the play, she reached out and grasped his wrists—her nervous gesture causing him to stop.

“I just want to touch you. Just my fingers, Faith. If you don’t want any more than that, I’ll stop. Honest. Let me show you how good I can make you feel.”

She licked her lips apprehensively. “Just your fingers?”

“For now,” he added. “Then you can tell me if you want more.”

She nodded her assent, lifting her hips as he pulled her jeans down. She expected him to leave them around her ankles, so she was surprised when he didn’t stop until the denim and her tennis shoes were lying in a heap on the floorboard. She was completely naked in his truck in the middle of nowhere and he’d yet to take off a stitch of clothing.

He’d given up his place between her legs when he undressed her and his hip was now next to her closed legs on the seat. His hand drifted along her upper thigh and instinct had her pressing her legs together more tightly. “Just my fingers, Faith,” he repeated. She nodded, but made no move. “Open your legs. Let me in.”

She spread her legs a couple inches.

“More.” He moved his hand to her stomach and left it resting there while his gaze remained on her pussy. “Spread them apart more.”

The tight space in the truck cab limited her legroom until Troy took over for her. Lifting her left leg, he placed it over the back of the truck seat. Then he gripped her right one and pulled it around his hip as he resumed his place behind the driver’s seat and between her legs. If she’d felt exposed before, it was nothing compared to now as she lay spread-eagle and nude.

“Jesus. I have a feeling should my life ever pass before my eyes, this is going to be the image that flashes in my mind. God, Faith. You are so sexy.”

His words eased her discomfort until his hand reached for her. Dragging his fingers slowly down her stomach, he drew a trail from her navel to her clit, stopping when he reached the distended flesh begging for his touch. “You’re wet.”

She nodded. Of course, she was wet. She was drenched, drowning in a sea of arousal.

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