Page 65 of Off the Hook

“I didn’t mind,” she giggled.

“I want to take my time with you.” I stepped closer and reached down her sides to pull her gauzy dress up over her head.

Rising to her knees, Faith’s blue eyes fixed on mine while she untied her hot pink bikini top. “We have all the time in the world.”

“I like the sound of that,” I said, soaking up the sight of her. Forever with this woman wouldn’t be long enough.

Faith called me with her hands, walking backward on her knees as I climbed onto the bed facing her. Drawing her into my chest, I kissed her cheek to her ear and down her neck while my hands moved over the curves of her hips. The hint of coffee on our breath mixed with the raw scent of passion that rose between us.

Easing her to the pillow, I kissed my way to her breasts, giving each nipple the love it deserved before peppering a trail down to her pussy. It was only the second time, but I’d learned her pleasure spots. My tongue instinctively tickled and teased, responding to her moans. I took her close to theedge, then backed off, and then back to the edge until her moans became desperate and her nails dug into my scalp.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded between gasps.

As much as I enjoyed making her beg for more, I decided not to be cruel and finally let her come. Her hips thrashed while high-pitched moans belted into the steamy air.

The taste of her and the symphony of her sounds heightened my arousal. When I climbed up over her quivering body, my dick was so rigid it ached. Faith’s ragged breath heaved beneath me and she blinked in a drunken daze. But when I shifted my hips, getting into position, her eyes widened in anticipation–delirium replaced by desire.

Slowly, I slid into her, careful not to push too hard too fast. She stretched around me, a delicious sheath. I fell into the depths of her piercing blue eyes and we melded in a synchronous rhythm, teetering together in the balance of yearning and euphoria.

The balance shifted though when Faith broke from the rhythm, bucking hips demanding more. While I tried to control my thrusts, she countered with a feverish insistence.

Buried in her clenching depths, I thought I might explode.

“Wait, beautiful,” I slid out of her before the urge could take hold. “I want this to last.”

“I can’t help it. You feel too good,” she whined. “You’re so hard. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

I could certainly relate. Brushing a sweaty lock of hair off her face, my fingers lingered on her cheek. “It’s not just your hot body that makes me this hard,” I said, swiveling my hips to roll my shaft over her clit. “It’s what’s in here,” I touched hertemple, “and in here…” I laid my palm on her chest, “that made me fall for you.”

Tears forming in their rims, Faith’s eyes searched mine. “When did you fall for me?”

“Hmm,” my lips pursed and pulled to one side, eyes squinting as I tried to recall. “Probably when you didn’t shoot me at Kylie’s house.” The first time I felt like she saw me for who I was and not just a suspect.

Faith snickered and I kissed her forehead before asking, “And you? When did you fall for me?”

She didn’t hesitate in her response. “New Year's Eve. I so wanted to be kissing you when the ball dropped.”

“You hid it well,” I said with a chuckle, remembering the hopeless sting of rejection I’d felt.

“Kinda had to back then,” she said with a look of pained apology.

“I know,” I said, stroking her cheek. “Thankfully that’s behind us.” I dropped a tiny peck on her lips. “We don’t have to hide anything anymore.”

The break had allowed my nerve endings to calm. Faith gasped as I pressed directly into her depths. “Oh God, Coulter. Yes.”

Her legs wrapped around me, her succulent folds swallowing me up. Our bodies connected like puzzle pieces, without words grinding perfectly as one. Moans erupting with every thrust, we moved in a magical dance of passion and desire, driven by an insatiable need.

I shifted to push her legs to my shoulders, groaning at the deeper access. I watched her reaction carefully, my hands onher breasts, holding tight as I thrust to new limits. Faith’s eyes grew wide, but with pleasure, not pain. Gasps followed moans, and her back arched as I dove even deeper into her soul.

Faith was so wet she was dripping, and pounding into her juicy pussy created delectable smacking sounds that echoed into the air that was thick with heat and longing.

The tingling energy was building inside me, despite my efforts to stave it. I could feel it building in her, too, as she clamped around my girth. Raking her nails down my back, she let out a moaning cry. I managed to refrain until her moans started to subside. When I pulled out, I grasped my shaft and pressed it onto her pulsing pussy. Squeezing the base, I rolled my hardness over her clit as she writhed under me and I relinquished all control. “Yessss,” was all I could say.

Faith's feet slipped off my shoulders as I panted over her. In the depth of her gaze, in the blur of lust and love, there was a shared understanding that it was safe to lose control.

I rolled to the side, reaching for a box of tissues on her nightstand. Faith smiled up into my eyes as I swabbed the mess I’d made from her belly.

“That was the best make up sex on record.”

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