The Blush Factor by Deborah Bladon

Chapter Forty

Matthew

I promisedmyself I wouldn’t fuck this up by rushing it, but seeing Faith in my bed with her legs spread and her hands on her tits sent me to another place.

I was blinded by lust and, yes, maybe love too, so I crawled up her soft body, stopping to run my tongue over her hip.

She’s sensitive there.

It drew a sigh out of her just as it did last night.

I couldn’t stop there, so I licked a path to her cunt and feasted on her until she cried out my name.

“Fuck me,” she whispers as I plant soft kisses on her inner thigh.

I’m savoring this, maybe too much, because I know, once my cock is inside of her that I’ll never be the same.

I feel that.

I sensed it when I first saw her in the lobby of the building all those months ago.

I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame, but I didn’t want to be burned, so I ignored the impulse to talk to her.

I convinced myself it was because of her age, but it was because of this.

I’m falling in love with her.

“You want me to fuck you,” I whisper against her leg. “Is that what you want, Faith?”

Her fingers travel over her soft skin stopping at her pussy. “I’m wet. I’m ready.”

She’s right.

She was wet before I got my mouth on her, but now she’s primed to fuck.

I roll onto my side and stand so I can grab a condom from the drawer of my dresser.

I turn so my ass is facing her as I glide it over my dick with trembling hands.

“I want to see,” she says quietly. “Show me, Matthew.”

I move closer to where she is sprawled on my bed. I stroke my cock through the sheath.

Her eyes wander my body, stopping to stare at my dick. “It’s going to feel so good, isn’t it?”

I hold in a smile. “So good, baby.”

Her back arches with the endearment. “I like that.”

I drop a knee to the bed. “You’re going to like this more.”

Then I’m on her, parting her legs with my own, nestling between them with my throbbing dick in my palm.

I inch the tip over her cleft. “It’s going to hurt, Faith.”

She nods. “I know.”

I part her then, inching my cock closer to her opening. I slide forward, watching as the tip disappears within her.

“Are you all right?”

She nods with her lips parted. “I’m so good. More, Matthew.”

I give her what she wants. I inch inside of her as slowly as I can manage, even though all I want is to slam my dick balls deep into her.

She’s so fucking tight that I hiss out a noise that comes from somewhere rooted deep inside of me. “Fuck, Faith.”

“More,” she demands. “Please.”

I lock my eyes on her, push forward, and with the slightest gasp from her lips, I settle deep.

“Did it hurt?”

“A little bit,” she whispers. “But not now.”

I take my time, thrusting slowly, giving her time to adjust to my cock inside her.

As soon as I feel her hands slide down my back, I know she’s ready for more. She circles her hips, pleads with me to fuck her hard, and when I do, she comes around me, chasing me into my own intense release.

* * *

I’m wokenhours later by the sensation of warmth around my cock.

This heat is different than the two times I fucked Faith before we fell asleep tangled together.

After the first time, she was on me twenty minutes later with a condom in her hand.

I wrapped my dick. She crawled on top of me and rode me to a quick orgasm. I flipped her onto her back then, and with sweet slow pulses of my hips, I lured another climax from her before I filled that condom too.

I reach down to feel her soft hair.

“Fuck.” I breathe the word out wrapped in a groan. “Faith.”

She pops the crown of my dick from between her lips. “I had to, Matthew. I’ve been craving this.”

I have too, but I didn’t want to push her to blow me.

I wanted to pleasure her in every way I knew how before I asked to feel her mouth on me.

She takes me between her lips again, this time running that steel ball in her tongue around the head of my cock.

My hips leave the bed because the sensation isn’t anything I’ve ever felt before.

It’s intimate in a way that almost feels like too much. Almost, but not quite.

I tangle my hands in her hair, trying to slow her pace because if she keeps this up, I’m going to blow my load in record time.

“Slow, baby,” I murmur to her. “You’re driving me mad.”

She doesn’t listen. If anything, she swirls her tongue faster, sending my pulse through the goddamn roof.

I fuck her pretty little mouth with deep thrusts, both amazed and pissed that she can deep throat me.

I wanted to be her first everything, but my need to fuck drives that thought away as I feel a spark at the base of my spine.

I manage to yank her off my dick before I come.

She protests just as the first thick rope of cum settles on my stomach. Her mouth is on me again before the next wave hits. I groan my way through that, knowing she wants to taste me just as desperately as I want to taste her.

I stroke her hair as I come down from the high of my orgasm. “Holy fuck, Faith. That was… Jesus, that was everything.”

I feel her shift until her lips are on mine. “You are everything, Matthew Hawthorne. You gave me a night I’ll remember for the rest of my life.”

She gave me much more than that. She’s given me hope that there may be more for me in this life than I thought possible.