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“You feel so good,” I whispered into her hair.
She writhed under me, sending my arousal level from excited to explosive. Her hands slid under my shirt and played across my ribs. I couldn’t get close enough to her. Fuck. I wanted to be inside her, to completely fill her.
I pushed a hand up under her shirt and ran a finger under her bra. Her skin was so soft. The other pressed down between her legs and fumbled with the button of her jeans. Her legs kicked out at a throw pillow, knocking it off the couch and sending my glasses clattering onto the floor.
“Your grandmother,” she said, her voice husky.
I sat up and shook my head to clear it. She laid sprawled out underneath me. Her shirt lifted up over her bra on one side and the button of her jeans was undone, showing a glimpse of red panties. What in the hell was it about this girl? I grabbed her hand and hauled her up off the couch, then flicked off the TV.
“Follow me.” I held her hand in mine and tugged her down the hall.
Guiding her through the doorway to my bedroom, I pushed the door shut behind us. She whirled around and pressed against me, pinning me against the door. Whipping my t-shirt up and over my head, she attacked my chest with her mouth. Her kisses left a trail of fire in their wake, and I groaned.
I tangled my hands in her hair and resisted the urge to haul her harder into me. Her fingers made quick business of my button and as she pushed my jeans down my legs, I stepped out of them, lifting her up and carrying her the few short steps to my bed.
I deposited her on the bedspread and hovered over her on my hands and knees. She put a finger to my lips, and I kissed it. Then she trailed it from my lips, down my neck, my chest, and into my boxer briefs. Fuck. I wasn’t going to lose it so easily.
I grabbed her hands up in one of mine and pinned them above her head. With the other, I lifted her sweater up and over her bra. Then I reached behind her and undid the hook, releasing her breasts. I played with one nipple, rolling it between my finger and thumb. As it hardened in my hand, I took it in my mouth, sucking and kissing and licking.
She closed her eyes and sighed. “Dante, oh god.”
“Tell me there’s not something between us, Faith.” I raised my eyes to look at her. She couldn’t deny it. Not with the way her body responded to mine. She had to feel it, too.
I could just make out the lines of her face in the dim light from my alarm clock. She didn’t respond. I started working on the other breast and she moaned, making a half-hearted attempt to move her hands away.
I released her hands and lifted her sweater up and over her head. She pulled her arms free from her bra straps and pushed her jeans down. Panties to briefs, our bodies clashed together in a frenzied wave of heat. She rocked into me; the pressure on my dick making me crazy to possess her. Her hands roamed up and down my back as her mouth waged an assault on mine.
Damn, I hadn’t seen this coming, not from her. Her nails raked my shoulders, and she opened her legs to me. I couldn’t take much more. I pushed her panties down with one hand. She rolled on top and straddled me. I could just make out the edges of the swirly black ink rounding her hip and bleeding over onto her navel. I ran a thumb over the edge of her tattoo.
She was so fucking wet I could feel her through my shorts. Jesus Christ, who was this? Not the reserved fucking English prof. I reached a hand over to the nightstand drawer. I’d better have a condom. My hand fumbled around inside, and I felt a foil packet. I brought it up to the light of the alarm clock while she gyrated into me. Dammit, I’d have to hurry. I ripped it open and grabbed the familiar circle of latex.
“Let me.” Faith took it from me and pushed my briefs down to my knees. She took me in her hands and expertly unrolled the condom onto my length. I’d been with girls who liked to take charge once in a while, but Faith didn’t seem like the type. Coming from her, it was even more of a turn on. She raisedherself up over me, then eased me into her, one slow inch at a time.
I groaned. Fuck. Not going to. She wasn’t going to make me come. Two could play this game. I flipped her over on her back and she spread her legs, wrapping them up over my shoulders and hooking her feet behind my neck. She tightened around me, drawing me deep inside her and sending me to the edge.
I’d never been so frantic to possess someone before. I pounded into her, and she gasped.She likes that, does she?Her head whipped from side to side as her hips rocked into me. I pulled back and thrust into her again, sending her head bouncing into the headboard.
“Are you okay?” I slowed.
“Don’t you dare stop.” She grabbed a pillow and threw it behind her head. Her body crashed into mine in a frenzy, and she grabbed onto my arms, pushing her hips up against me and plunging me deep inside.
Hell, I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. I continued to pound into her. She clenched around me, then shuddered as she reached her climax. The moment she finished, I let myself go, releasing everything into her.
My body completely drained, I collapsed on top of her.
CHAPTER 23
Faith
I gruntedwith the effort of trying to push Dante off. He was dead weight. What got into me tonight? Dante roused parts of me I didn’t even know existed. I didn’t regret it, and I’d enjoyed myself. But I had to get a grip.It's just for research. I can end it whenever I need to.I’d almost managed to wriggle out from underneath him when he flung an arm around me, drawing me tight against him.
“That was amazing.” He nuzzled into me with his scruffy chin, dropping kisses on my ear, neck, and shoulder.
“I hope we didn’t wake up your grandmother.”
“She sleeps like a log.”
I rolled away and turned to face him. The moonlight coming through the slats of the mini blinds washed over him, casting a bluish tone over his perfect naked body. We’d never managed to get under the covers, so he was sprawled out on top. I wanted nothing more than to run a hand over his back and the curve of his magnificent ass.
