The Blush Factor by Deborah Bladon

Chapter Thirty-Six

Matthew

I holdher down as she squirms underneath me.

Her pretty pink cunt is glistening as I stroke my tongue over it again and again. I stare at her; at her exposed pussy, and marvel at how something like this can make me so utterly weak.

I’ve never felt this tightening in my chest when I’ve gone down on a woman.

But it’s there, threatening to push words out of my mouth that I can’t say.

I love how you taste, Faith.

I love you how smell.

I love how you make me feel inside.

I think I’m falling in…

I bite her inner thigh to control the runaway train that is my imagination.

She lets out a cry that’s a mix of pain and pleasure. “Matthew.”

I ignore it because I am a man on a mission. I quiet my hips because I’m pretty sure I was fucking her mattress as I ate her through two orgasms.

I can’t do that now because this is a moment I’ve been longing for.

I catch her gaze and keep it while I slide my index finger between my lips. I lick it, showing her every move I make.

“What are you?” her question halts right there when I run that finger over her smooth cleft.

“This,” I whisper as I hold it there, against her opening.

“Matthew,” she whispers my name this time. “Oh, please.”

I don’t need to hear more than that. I slide it in slowly, almost painfully slow, as I feel her cunt grip me tightly.

Jesus.

If it’s like this now, what kind of sweet torture is it going to be when my cock is wrapped in that velvet heat?

“That’s so good,” she moans.

I slide it out, taking it in my mouth again before I add another finger.

I insert both into her tightness, gliding them in and out at an unhurried pace.

One of her hands drops to her mound. She brushes a finger over her clit, but I move quickly. I nip at it with my teeth because I want that.

I suck the swollen nub between my lips as I up the pace of my fingers.

I fuck her like that with my hand with her panting and moaning, and when she comes, this time it’s on my fingers.

She rides my hand through an intense orgasm as I yearn for more. Even in this moment when she is granting me a wish I didn’t know I had until mere weeks ago, I want more of her.

I want all of her, and I don’t know how the fuck I’m ever going to walk away from this.

* * *

“Go home, Matthew.”

I crack open an eyelid to find the most striking blue eyes in the world locked on my face.

“You’re kicking me out?” I tug on the blanket to cover more of me since right now, the blanket is barely touching my legs.

Faith Upton, in all her cute and sexy uniqueness, is a goddamn blanket hog.

She yanks the blanket free to wrap more of it around her.

I sigh, not caring that the cool air in the room is enveloping me.

“I’m not kicking you out.”

I reach to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear. “You just told me to go home. I heard it. It was a big fuck you straight from the mouth of FU.”

That lures a smile to her swollen lips.

I kissed her senseless after she came. Then I yanked her close to me and hummed her to sleep.

I hummed the Rhea and The Pimps song from their video. That goddamn thing has been stuck on rewind in my head for days.

She nuzzles closer to me. Her breath skirts over the skin of my neck right before I hear the faint words she whispers to me, “I want you to get a condom.”

My gaze snaps to her face. “You want that?”

I see the answer in her eyes before she utters a single word. “Yes.”

Regret swims in my gut because this isn’t what I want. I say as much without thinking to preface it with soft words that will comfort her. “Not tonight, Faith.”

She takes it as a rejection. Her body moves quickly, pulling back from my embrace. “Okay.”

Shit. Fuck. Goddammit all to hell.

I shimmy across the bed as she heads out of it. It’s only when she’s taken a step away that I get my hands on her.

I circle my arms around her, tugging her back into my chest.

My hand drops to cup her breast as I press my lips to the side of her neck. “I want to fuck you, Faith.”

“But not now,” she whispers. “You said not tonight.”

I spin her around to face me.

When I do, I see a tidal wave of emotions in her eyes.

It slays me to hurt her. I’d rather someone pierce my heart with a sword than be forced to witness the pain my words cause her.

“I want your first time to be special.” My voice comes out edged by a tremor. “I need it to be special.”

She softens instantly. “This was the most special night of my life.”

I bow my head to hide my own emotions because fuck it, it’s the most memorable night of my life, and fear won’t let me admit that to her.

“Tomorrow night,” I say in a strangled tone. “Friday. Tomorrow. Spend the night with me, Faith.”

Her hands drop to her hips. “Will you be on call?”

“Hell, no.” I laugh. “I’m one hundred percent yours for the entire night and all day Saturday if you want.”

She looks up and into my eyes. “I have a school thing on Saturday afternoon, but until then, I’m all yours too.”

Extend that to forever, and I’ll walk out of here as the happiest man on the planet.

I turn her around and push her onto the bed until her back falls against the mattress.

“Hey.” She wags a finger at me. “What was that for?”

“This,” I say as I drop to my knees and settle between her thighs. “I’m addicted to this already, Faith. You better get used to it.”