Page 8 of Texting the Enemy

My breath catches in my lungs as he begins to press into me, filling me inch by inch. I fight to keep my eyes open against the pleasure, wanting to take in the expression on his face and the way his muscles tense and bunch as he loses himself in me.

“Fuck, Faith,” he pants, pleasure straining in his words and sending bolts of ecstasy through me. I love knowing I affect him just as much as he affects me, that this moment of us coming together the first time is as mindblowing for both of us. “You feel fucking incredible.”

I nod in agreement only because I’m too caught up in the feel of him to even attempt to form words. Finally, he’s all the way inside me, and I arch beneath him, silently begging him to move. I reach for him, winding my arms around his neck and pulling him closer to kiss him hungrily.

He swallows my moan as he moves his hips, fucking me in long strokes that wind pleasure tighter and tighter low in my stomach. Of their own accord, my thighs wrap around his hips as I move with him, taking him as deep as I can, wanting everything he can possibly give me.

Bracing his weight on one arm, he skates his hand down my bare skin, leaving a trail of sparks in his wake. I gasp and whine against his lips as his touch reaches my clit, teasing the bundle of nerves until I’m on the verge of exploding.

“Ford!” I cry out as bliss bursts through me, and I drown in the wave of an orgasm. Ford groans my name as he follows me over the edge, filling me just like I begged him to.

For a minute, we both just try to catch our breaths, our limbs tangled together and sweat coating our bodies. It feels so natural to lie here in his arms, sated and happy, like this was where I was always meant to be. I tilt my head back for a kiss, and Ford kisses me deeply and sweetly until I can’t deny my own feelings any longer.

No matter how crazy it may be, I’m falling for him.

5

FORD

Iwake before Faith does, who’s sleeping like an angel on my chest. Her hair had dried from our shower last night and splayed over my skin and the pillows like a golden halo. For all the sass she has when she’s awake, she looks so peaceful when she’s dreaming. Peaceful and fucking edible.

Neither of us bothered getting dressed after we got cleaned up, and as she shuffled a little in her sleep, the blankets fell away to expose her soft, pale skin and delicious curves.

I meant what I told her before we came back to her place last night. She’s mine now. I feel like a caveman, growling and staking my claim, feral at the thought of another man even coming close to her.

I can’t bring myself to feel even remotely bad for it, though.

Faith stirs, yawning and stretching as she wakes up. I brush her hair out of her face as she blinks her blue eyes open, looking up at me. The sight of her sleepy smile steals the air from my lungs, and I forget how to breathe for a second.

“Good morning, handsome,” she murmurs, snuggling closer to me as I play with her hair.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” I say back, my voice still thick and low with sleep and rising desire.

“What time is it?” Faith asks, wriggling and starting to sit up to reach for her phone.

I grab her around the waist and pull her on top of me, stopping her from moving away. “Don’t know, don’t care,” I mumble as I kiss her, smiling when she giggles against my lips.

“Shouldn’t we get up and eat breakfast and get ready?” she asks, raising a brow at me.

“Now that you mention it, I am starving,” I reply, grabbing her as I turn us so she’s on her back and I’m above her. She squeals, arms wrapping around me automatically as we cling to each other like we’ve been together far longer than just one night.

“Then why are we still in bed?” she laughs, shaking her head at me.

I grin down at her, feeling feral for this girl. “Oh, baby. It’s not food I’m hungry for.”

Faith’s eyes widen, and a bright pink blush takes over her cheeks. Her plush lips form a silentoh,and when I kiss her, she moans against my mouth, her body arching up against me. I kiss her deeply, claiming her mouth just like I plan to claim every inch of her body. I trail kisses down her neck then over her chest, making her gasp and squirm.

“But we’ll be late for work…” she says, though it’s clear she’s not protesting my plan.

“I’ll be quick, promise,” I swear, knowing there’s no way in hell I’m going to work without the taste of my girl on my tongue. “Now spread these pretty thighs for me, baby,” I murmur against her stomach. “Let me feast on what’s mine.”

Faith whispers my name as she parts her legs, letting me settle between them. I glance up at her, finding her wide-eyed gaze locked on me, desire shining in the ocean blue of her eyes.

I hold her gaze as I dip my head, dragging my tongue through the center of her. I groan against her, one hand on her thigh, the other on her hip to hold her in place for me to eat.

“Fucking delicious, Faith,” I growl, licking the taste of her off my lips. “So wet for me, too. Such a good fucking girl.”

“Ford,” she gasps, and I swear that the melody of my name on her lips is my new favorite sound.

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