The Blush Factor by Deborah Bladon
Chapter Thirty-Five
Faith
His large handsroam over me, touching my skin, but it’s all so gentle.
“Faith,” he whispers my name. “Your body.”
I can’t believe I texted him and asked him to join me.
I was aching for him, and this time my hand couldn’t chase it away.
I came once and then again a second time after I got into bed, but still, I couldn’t sleep because I wanted more. I wanted Matthew.
“Matthew,” I say his name with my lips pressed against his cheek. “I want this.”
That’s all it takes for his hand to trail down my side toward my hip. “I want you.”
I’ve never heard words that touched me so deeply.
I know it’s sex, but there’s more than that between us.
I felt the connection tonight when I sat in his lap. I saw it in the way he looked at me.
He didn’t rush me or try to convince me to do more than I was ready for.
He took it slow and savored every second we had together.
His hand moves to my ass. He fists the flesh with a low groan escaping him. “Jesus, Faith. Your skin is so soft. Your body is perfect.”
I tentatively touch him too. Resting a hand against his bare chest, I sigh. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
His mouth finds mine for a fevered kiss. I feel his hand leap to my cheek. He holds me there while our tongues battle and our teeth clash. It’s messy and hurried and a sign of the desperate desire that is there between us. It’s always there between us.
I whine when I feel his fingers skim over my stomach.
My back arches out of pure need.
“Touch me,” I demand. “I need it.”
He laughs with his lips pressed to the corner of mine. “Tell me what you need, Faith.”
“Your hands on me,” I answer without hesitation.
My skin is heating, boiling from the inside out with each touch of his fingers against my skin.
“Where?” His voice drops lower. There’s a dangerous edge to it. It’s almost a promise that if I ask, he will grant me every wish I have.
I drop a hand to my core. “Here.”
His hand lands on top of mine. It’s so close to my pussy, but my hand is the barrier. I try to slide it free so I can feel his hands race over my flesh.
He doesn’t let me. He holds my hand there. “Touch yourself for me. Touch your cunt for me.”
The words are dripping with so much raw need that I do it. I part myself and trail a finger through my wetness.
I hold in a moan, but he doesn’t.
He lets out a guttural sound just as he kicks the blanket off of us.
I gasp, feeling suddenly exposed, and with the harsh cold in the room prickling over my skin, I try to yank my hand free of his.
He holds it there with my finger edging over my swollen clit.
He moves slightly so he can see all of me.
“Fuck.” The word falls from his lips as he hungrily rakes me from head to toe. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
“Do it,” I try and coax him because I want that.
I want to feel his cock inside of me. I want to come around him, with him. I want my first time to be right now.
“Not yet.” His eyes meet mine in the dim light.
“Please,” I almost whine. “I’m aching.”
His hand presses mine closer to my core. “You’re aching here because you need to come.”
I flit my finger over my clit again and again. “So badly.”
He watches in rapt wonder. “Jesus, Faith. This is so goddamn beautiful.”
That spurs me on. My legs fall open as I touch myself at a rapid pace. Tight little circles over my clit with just the tip of my finger.
He shifts his ass until he’s between my legs. His gaze is pinned on my pussy while his hand strokes his long, thick cock.
I stare at it. It’s insanely hot. It’s a sign of his body’s need reflected in the movements of my hand.
“Fuck it,” he spits the words out in a groan. “I can’t take it.”
Before I know what’s happening, he’s between my legs, edging them apart with his broad shoulders, and as I finger myself, his mouth finds my core, and he takes over, sending me into an instant orgasm.
