Page 51 of Falcon

“So stay with me.” I flex my toes against the growing erection under his jeans.

“Think carefully about what you’re doing, Faith.”

“Oh, I am. I’ve thought about it more times than I can count, Falcon. It’s all I think about sometimes.” I arch my back when his fingers inch higher.

“Tell me exactly what you think about in detail. I want to hear it all.” His voice has shifted deeper. Almost like it’s dropped an octave. It’s sexy.

“I’ve never done anything like that before,” I tell him. “I’m…embarrassed.”

“You don’t have to be. Not with me. Never.”

I take a breath and finally begin to speak.

Falcon

With every word that pours out of her mouth, with every syllable, with every breath and sigh, she drives me a bit more wild.

“I’ve wondered what it would be like to be on all fours with you behind me. I want to feel that power. That raw, sexual energy that seeps from your pores, Falcon. I’ve never wanted rough, but with you, I want it.”

But you don’t want to be pinned down.

I nearly say it, but I don’t want to risk ruining the moment.

“Keep talking.” That’s all I say. All I can say. She is going to lead this. I need her to lead this.

“I want you all over my house. Against the walls and on my table. I want you in my shower and on my washer. Anywhere it can happen, I’ve thought about it happening,” her words leave her lips in soft cries.

“Stand up. In front of me.” I pull her up by her hands. She rises gracefully and steps over, standing between my knees. “Christ, you’re beautiful.”

My eyes are level with her stomach, so I sit up from my reclined position and rest my head there. Her hands come up from her sides and slide through my hair. She grazes her nails over my scalp and I groan in pleasure.

I grip her hips then move my hands around to grip her ass, squeezing it and pulling her even closer to me. The urge to ravage her completely is growing thick in my veins. I place kisses along her belly, through her shirt, then look up at her.

“Tell me you want this, Faith. I need to hear you say it.”

I watch her for a moment as her eyes search mine. She doesn’t immediately answer though. She pauses and places a hand on either side of my face before she bends down to kiss my lips.

“I want this,” she whispers.

“Thank fuck.”

I yank her toward me so she sits astride my lap, one knee on either side of my waist. I can feel her shaking hands as they glide over my shoulders and come to a rest on my chest.

I grip the back of her neck and feast upon her lips. They taste of her lip gloss and a twist of white wine. She’s decadent and I can’t get enough of her.

With my free hand, I pull the front of her tank top down to reveal a simple, pale pink bra. The material is thin enough I can see her dark, dusty brown nipples underneath.

I lay a line of kisses across the swell of her breasts, then down to pull her right nipple between my lips, giving it a gentle suck through the lacy fabric of her bra.

This is my favorite part of having sex with someone for the first time. Getting to explore them, see what they like, what they don’t like. Find out what makes them tick and clearly, nipple play makes Faith incredibly happy, because she lets out the most glorious moan when my lips close around it.

“Yessss.” Her head drops back, exposing the long line of her neck.

I smile and curl my fingertip into the fabric of her bra and tug it down. The bunched up fabric and underwire push her breast up, presenting it to me like a fucking dessert I can’t wait to feast upon.

I circle the tip of my tongue over the hardened bud. Her skin is so soft and it smells of coconut and some kind of citrus. It’s intoxicating.

I can feel her hand tentatively sinking lower and lower down my chest and over my abdomen then toying with the buckle on my belt.

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