Page 66 of Faking Ties

“I need you inside me.” I grab his hair and tug gently on it.

“Not yet. I was promised some pie first.”

“Pie can join for round two, but I need you now.”

“Are you sure?” he asks. “I had all these fantasies of where to put the pie.”

“I’ve waited long enough, and if you don’t get inside me now, so help me God I will walk out of this room and fuck the next man I see and?—”

Hunter covers my body with his and frames my cheeks with his hands. “Talk about another manwhile you’re in bed with me again and see what happens.”

I lift my head and kiss him senseless. “Good thing I only want you.”

He deepens the kiss before pulling away and putting a condom on. Holy shit, how can his dick look even bigger than before?

“Ready?” he asks.

Doubt claws at me. I was fine until now, lost in the moment. But his question brings a barrage of concerns.

I nod, shake my head, and then nod again. He’s so experienced and I’m not. What if it’s horrible? Worse, what ifI’mhorrible? I’m so out of practice. I’m not sure if I even remember how to suck a dick, let alone how to be decent at sex.

“Are you okay?” he asks, pulling back. “We don’t have to do this if you’re having second thoughts.”

“No, I want to. It’s just…” I close my eyes and hurry through the next words, stringing them together so fast I half hope he doesn’t understand them. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex.”

He cups my cheeks in his hands and kisses each of my eyelids. I open my eyes, steeling myself for his reaction. Is he disappointed? Disgusted? I’m not like the women he normally hooks up with, and why is this so awkward? Why did I have to open my big mouth and tell him the truth?

“How long?” he asks gently.

“Six years, and I’m nervous. What if I’m not good?You’re so experienced, and I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“You could never disappoint me.” He kisses each of my cheeks. “This is already the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“You don’t have to lie to me.”

“I’m not lying,” he says seriously. “What we have? I’ve never experienced with another person. I’ve never prioritized my one-night stand’s pleasure over my own, or even kissed them. But with you? It’s different. I only care about you. So yes, this is already the best sex I’ve ever had. And if you’re unhappy withmyperformance, because I’m the only one who could fuck this up for us, well, then, we’ll work on it. Together.”

His words, his sincerity, hit me like a wave, washing away my fears. “But what if it won’t fit?”

“It will.”

“Okay, then what if it fits but I can’t walk tomorrow after you have your way with me?”

“Easy. I’ll carry you.”

“Why do you have a perfect answer to everything? It’s annoying.”

“Because I’m perfect for you.” He grins. “But seriously, if you’re not ready, we can wait. I’m happy just being next to you.”

I lock my legs around his hips and draw him closer to me.

“I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Yes, now less talk and more action.”

He flashes me a grin before he pushes his hips forward slowly, giving me time to adjust. It’s intense. Filling. Slightly painful. He keeps pushing and pushing and he still hasn’t bottomed out.

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