Faye
He’s kissing me again. Thank goodness! I’ve been so worried. He’s held himself so far back from me these last few days that I was starting to doubt that we had actually connected the way I thought we had. He had even seemed completely unmoved by my blatant flirting. But now I’m in his arms where he said I belong, the taste of my tears flavoring our kiss. I’m afraid to give myself completely over to him. Scared that tomorrow he will pull away again and act like I don’t know what I want with him.
Gasping, I break the kiss. I have to ask. Have to know what this means before I give myself over to the feelings coursing through me. “Why?”
He smiles into my eyes, lowering his face to mine until our foreheads touch. “Because you’re mine, Faye.” His voice is raspy , his breath soft against my damp mouth. “And I’m yours.” He slicks the tip of his tongue across his full lower lip with a small moan. “I can still taste you on me,” he mutters before I wrap my arms around his neck and crash my mouth against his, straining to get as near to him as possible. Lucky for me, being cradled against his chest makes that pretty easy.
I feel him walking again, but every cell of my being is focused on nothing other than the wet glide of our tongues, the scratchy texture of his stubble against my tender skin. The hot grip of his large hand where it cups my ass. I vaguely hear a door close, the sound muffled by the pounding of my blood as it races through my body.
Slowly Travis lowers me to the mattress, gently untangling my clinging arms. He tears his mouth free of mine, leaving us both gasping for air. He straightens, doing that hot guy thing where he pulls his t-shirt over his head with one hand before tossing it to the floor. His eyes remain locked on mine the whole time and I’m frozen in place in the middle of his bed.
I want this. Want to be with him. To be his, but at the same time now that we are here, in his room, I’m nervous.
As gorgeous as he is, I have no doubt he is experienced at all of this—while I… well, to be honest, other than reading erotic romance novels and touching myself under the covers at night, I am completely ignorant about what goes on between men and women. In theory, I know what to do to please him, but that doesn’t mean that I have the confidence to actually do it. Men want women to be bold, right? To know what they are doing, to know what they want? I don’t know, and I’m scared that if I mess up, do something wrong, that he might change his mind about me. About us; and I want him so very much.
The bed dips under his weight when Travis puts his knee on the edge of the mattress, resting on one forearm until he leans over me, crowding me back against the pillows. His scent envelops me, a hint of leather and forest and the clean salt of his skin. His sapphire eyes lock on mine as he lowers his mouth toward mine. We are like magnets being pulled together. Inevitable. I push up slightly on my elbows, trying to get closer to him. I slide my tongue over my lips, anticipating the feel of his next kiss, and let my eyes start to drift closed.
“Eyes on me, Faye.”
His voice is gruff and strained, drawing my eyes back to his. His face is hard and feral. Intense. He reaches out and smoothes my hair back from my face before cupping my cheek in his calloused palm. His gentle caress is so at odds with the tight look on his face, the hard heat of his hand, that I melt into his touch with a breathless whimper.
The sound seems to galvanize him into motion and he sinks over me, his broad chest blocking everything but him from my vision as he maneuvers himself until he rests heavily between my thighs.
I can’t stop the low pained sound that breaks past my lips as the rigid length of his cock presses against my core. I want to writhe against it. The sensation of his hard body pressing against me ignites a new kind of fire in my belly, and I rock my hips up into him. I can’t stop whimpering, small sounds of pleasure tumbling from my lips. An answering groan rumbles in his throat as he rhythmically presses himself firmly against the softness between my legs again and again. His lips nip and suck at the tender flesh of my neck as his rugged hands slide under my shirt, pushing it up until it bunches under my arms. He doesn’t stop until my breasts are bared to his fierce regard.
He swears low under his breath, pushing himself up to see me better. “Fucking perfection,” he says, making me giggle as I smile up into his eyes.
“If you think white skin and freckles are perfect.” I joke a little to help ease the tension of my uncertainty.
His eyes flare with some emotion I can’t identify. “You are so beautiful, Faye. The most perfect woman I have ever seen.” His voice is earnest as he lowers his forehead against mine again for a long moment. I love how he does that. I have never had anyone share my space so closely like that, and in the moment, it is somehow even more intimate than his hands against my flesh. He gives me that cocky grin that I can’t help but love before pecking a kiss to my nose and rolling off of me to tug me into a sitting position.
He swiftly pulls my shirt up and off over my head. Still not saying anything, he feathers kisses against my forehead and across my cheeks. It’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. His actions reassure me. I feel cherished and can tell that he doesn’t take this, or me, lightly. His lips seek mine again as he lies down, lowering both of us onto the pillows and pulling my naked torso toward him until my perky breasts rest against the scorching heat of his chest. I cuddle into his embrace, so happy.
It’s been years since I have given my looks much thought and his words strike a chord of insecurity. When I was younger, I took pride in knowing that I was pretty, even though I didn’t have fancy clothes or boys lining up to date me. But years of scraping by have stripped me of whatever vanity I had. It’s hard to be vain when your clothes come from the bargain bin at the thrift shop, you haven’t worn makeup in years and your hair is poorly dyed. The years haven’t been kind to me and I know it.
I can tell that Travis sees my uncertainty because he tips my chin up again, making sure I meet his gaze before he kisses my nose again. “You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen, baby,” he whispers against my skin before he lowers his mouth back to mine. Once again I am captured in the burning heat of his kiss, my fears washed away on a tsunami of sensation
Our kisses go on and on. He devours me and I’m swept away by the power of his desire. Never have I felt anything like this. A hot coil of something I can hardly describe builds in my belly. With every stroke of our tongues, every sharp scrape of his teeth on my skin, it grows. Fingers of fire spreading out, filling me with a heated buzz that’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My breath comes in labored gasps, mingling with his as he tears his mouth from mine. My eyes flutter open, clashing with his and I can’t stop the smile that turns up the corners of my throbbing lips.
“You ok?” His voice is a gruff whisper.
I barely nod and his hands leave my back. He drags them up my ribs until he cups the weight of my breasts in his palms, his hooded gaze locked on the contrast of his hands, so hard and dark against my fair flesh. I can’t look away from the erotic vision as he traces a hard fingertip around my areola. My beaded nipple tightens even more at the light touch. He gently pinches and tugs softly on the tight bud. I can’t stop my loud gasp at the sensation buzzing straight to my clenching core .
“Did you like that, Faye?” he purrs, lifting the weight of them to his waiting mouth.
I cry out in wonder at the wet glide of his tongue stroking against my aching flesh. His lips close around one nipple, tugging again before sucking it inside. His tongue pays extra attention to the hard little nub, flicking it before applying suction. With a shameless moan I lose myself to the sensations ripping through my body. I’ve never felt anything as amazing as the fireworks exploding inside me with every new touch.
I arch against him with a low cry, offering more of myself to his hungry mouth as his fingers pluck and pull at my other nipple. The dual sensation of his mouth and fingers makes the heat coiled inside of me expand until my entire focus is on the riot of feelings burning insid
e me. I’m going to implode. My fingers lock into his thick blond hair, clutching his head against me as my pelvis rolls toward him, thrusting, needing.
I need him to ease the pounding ache building in my pussy. The throb centered in my clit is almost painful, demanding attention. I moan again, the sound desperate, tossing my head against the pillows. I need something...more.
Travis
My cock presses hard against the inside of my zipper and I embrace the somewhat uncomfortable feeling. I want nothing more than to drag my pants down and sink into what I know will be the tightest little cunt I’ve ever experienced. Not that I’ve been with that many women. I never could get into the bar scene like a lot of my buddies and my years in the Marines kept me busy enough that I didn’t want to pursue a relationship with anyone. The last few years, my focus has been on building a business and my search for Faye. Which means that the only intimacy I’ve shared with anyone in longer than I’d like to admit is...myself. Specifically, my right hand. Which is what I will be doing again tonight.
I already know that I am not going to take her virginity right now. I do not want her, or anyone, to think for even one solitary moment that I took advantage of her when she was vulnerable. No matter what she says, she is exactly that. Her whole life has changed in just a couple of days, and no matter how desperate I am to have her I’m just not going to be that guy.
That does NOT mean that I’m not going to make her cum, more than once. I feel like I might die if I don’t. I need to hear how she sounds when I give her that ultimate pleasure. I can live without it, at least for tonight. We are leaving for Vegas in the morning and there will be plenty of opportunities there for me to spoil her before I take her to a suite and make her totally mine.
Her small body arches under my touch, offering herself to my hands. To my seeking mouth. The hardness of her pebbled nipple against my tongue is intoxicating. The decadent taste and texture of her skin makes me ravenous for her. I can’t wait to bury my tongue in her and lick up every honeyed drop of the arousal that has her squirming against me.
Releasing her nipple with a small pop, I look up into her dazed amber eyes. “You like that, honey?” I say against the warm skin of her belly as I draw her thin black leggings down over her hips and down her legs exposing the creamy silk of her thighs. “Lift,” I mumble tapping her feet softly until, with a small giggle, she does as I directed and picks up her feet so I can divest her of the thin pants. When she is on display before me in just a pair of white cotton panties I pause, sitting up on my heels and taking in the vision before me. She is everything I could ever want wrapped up in one sweet little package.
Her legs are splayed open like she doesn’t have the strength to close them. I can’t help myself. My eyes go to the thin fabric clinging to her flesh, I can’t keep them away from her little panties and the spreading wet spot on them. They are so wet from her juices, the fabric so old and thin, that I can almost see through them. A pained sound of barely leashed lust growls out of my throat.
Her eyes flicker shut at the sound, her legs falling open even more as she whispers my name into the quiet room.
Pushing her legs open even more so I can settle between them I slide the tip of my tongue across her belly to her hip bones before trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses to the insides of her trembling thighs. Lifting her ass in my hands I pull the damp fabric off of her and drape her legs over my shoulders. She moves as if to squeeze them shut, her small hands reaching down and covering her glistening flesh from my view. An inarticulate growl escapes my lips as I circle her delicate wrists with my fingers and move them to the comforter beside her.
“Hold onto the covers and don’t let go.” My voice is rough. Commanding. I will not be deterred. She complies, twisting both hands into the fabric with a small sigh. I rumble my approval. “Such a good girl, Faye.”
A shuddering breath is her only reply and I rip my gaze away from her little pink pussy with its neatly trimmed patch of soft red hair to look up the length of her body.
Her eyes are hazy and unfocused, staring at where my shoulders press her open and her bare cunt is clearly the focus of my attention. She moans again, her lips parted as she sucks in a shallow breath.
It is almost obscene how far I have spread her thighs so that I fit between them. My dick throbs hard watching the emotions flit across her expressive face. Desire, nervousness and love. Fuck, I love her and I’m going to show her exactly how much.
“Eyes, Faye,” I grumble, forcing hers back up to meet mine. Never breaking the contact of our gazes, I slide my hand down to rub the bulge in my jeans. Her eyes are more focused now, watching me. The heat in them as I pop the button and lower my zipper makes me harder than I have ever been in my life.
The only sound in the room is our rapid breathing and the rustle of denim as I push my jeans down my hips. The broad head of my cock bursts free from the elastic of my boxer briefs, resting against the hard muscles of my lower abdomen. Pearly precum beads at the tip before sliding down my shaft and soaking into the black fabric.
“Oh shit,” she breathes, snapping my focus away from her face. I look back to the heaven between her slim thighs and I’m caught by the riveting sight of her growing wetter as she stares enthralled at my dick. Knowing she wants me as badly as I want her makes me want to roar with gratification.
Her eyes are still a little hazy, the pupils dilated. All of her attention is now focused on the ruddy head of my cock. It jumps, shamelessly begging for her attention. Fire flares in her golden eyes, darkening them as her teeth sink into her plump bottom lip. She blinks slowly as her hands grip the blankets tighter, her knuckles whitening.
My hardness twitches again in response and another rivulet of precum slides down my length, joining the first one. Her eyes follow it until it disappears before jolting up to my mine like she just realized she was staring. Her cheeks are flushed bright pink and her hair is a wild tangle against my pillow. I grin at her and wink before returning my gaze to the heaven nestled between her slim thighs.
“I’m going to kiss you here now,” I whisper gruffly, stroking a finger against her damp flesh, right where I want to bury myself. “Is that okay?”
Her head falls back against the pillow, a wordless sound of assent tearing from her throat as I trace a small circle around the hard little pearl of her clit and slowly let my fingertip drift down her slit to lightly tap her hidden entrance.
“I need you to tell me it’s okay, Faye,” I insist as she squeezes her eyes shut, blushing. She nods her head and mumbles “s’okay” before hiding her burning cheeks behind her hands.
Leaning forward I press a kiss against the stiff little bundle of nerves and she squeaks, her legs clamping down on my shoulders, her hips lurching at the brief contact.
“You okay, Sweetpea?” I ask, my mouth still pressed lightly against her. I inhale deeply, loving her sweet scent. When she doesn’t reply I lift my face and look up at her. She is still hiding behind her hands, her eyes shut.
She looks terrified.
“Yes?” she finally asks in response to my question after several heartbeats pass. Time to slow things down. I lower her legs and ass back to the bed before sliding back up until I am face to face with her. Raining small kisses everywhere her hands aren’t covering, I cuddle her close against me, ignoring my dick screaming at me not to pump the brakes right now.
“We don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for. You know that, right?”
She nods, still hiding behind her slim fingers. Needing her to look at me, I pull her hands down and lace her small fingers with mine. Her eyes are still closed, the lashes fluttering against her cheeks.
“Wanna tell me what's wrong, baby?”
She sighs and opens her eyes, her pupils so huge the iris is just a thin golden ring around the deepest black . She bites her lip again with another heavy breath, and I can almost see her thoughts jumping around in her head.
“I guess I’m feeling shy...and a little e
mbarrassed,” she whispers after another long moment.
I wait for her to continue, stroking my hands over her skin. Gentling her. Touching her everywhere except for where I most want to. After a silent minute she continues her train of thought.
“It’s just that you seem to know exactly what you are doing and I...umm...don’t.” Her gaze falls to the tattoos etched on my chest.
“What are you saying, baby?” I rumble. I know what she is trying to tell me, and a smile pulls at the corner of my lips. It’s nothing I didn’t already guess, but still! I swear to God, I’m the luckiest fucker alive!
“I’m a fucking virgin. And you’re obviously not. Okay? There! I said it! Happy now?” she snaps, her pale skin flushing red again, before she flops back again with a disgusted huff.
“Hell yeah, that makes me happy, Sweetpea,” I answer, my hands coming up to cup the curve of her cheeks as I plunder the sweet depths of her mouth again. I have never tasted anything as sweet as her innocent kisses. Her legs move against me, her little hips thrusting hesitantly against my partially uncovered cock. Settling my shaft against the hot seam of her lower lips is like being struck by lightning. Shock radiates through me and I feel my balls tighten. Knowing I have to say something that will make her feel less unsure, I whisper in her ear,
“I don’t have as much experience as you think I do Sweetpea.” Her golden eyes look at me with surprise.
“Really?” she breathes.
Nodding, I lower my lips to hers again and kiss her with all the love I have for her in my heart. She will never know the touch of another man, I promise myself, knowing that I will always do everything in my power to keep her happy and safe. With my vow made I finally give in and let myself move against her welcoming body.
I rub the exposed head of my cock against the slippery wetness gathered in the valley between her thighs, both of us moaning at the sensations tearing through us. I tease her, sliding through her soft lips and bumping over her clit until once again she is consumed by the feelings unleashing inside her. The sounds of her small gasps and sighs a symphony for my ears alone. A possessiveness I’ve never felt swamps me. No one but me has ever heard her make these sounds.
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