Page 29 of Bad Habit
Faith looked up into my eyes with so much longing and lust—yes, lust—that I almost didn’t recognize her. I had to use all my strength to hold her away from my body.
“Are you…” She looked down toward my crotch. “Are youaroused?”
“Hard as a fucking rock.” I shook my head. “Sorry.”
“I thought that only happened…” She bit her swollen lip. “I thought that happened when people were naked, in bed, about to perform, you know—the marital act.”
I laughed.
“Don’t make fun of me.” Her hand lightly punched my shoulder.
“I’m sorry. I’m not. It’s just… You’re so surprising, Faith.”
“So stupid, you mean.”
I shook my head. “Not at all. You’re naive, refreshing, honest, sweet. I’ve never met anyone like you, anyone who made me feel this way.”
Her gaze drifted down to my hard-on again. “This is your first time?”
I almost wanted to lie, because in some ways it did feel like my first boner. It felt different. “That’s not what I mean. It’s more about how you make me feel inside.”
“Inside… where? Because you give me feelings inside my body that—”
“I mean emotions,” I cut her off. “Feelings. On top of the physical stuff.”
“Oh.” A smile washed over her face, taking over her entire being—and mine—so completely I almost drew her against me again.
“Do you still have it?” she asked.
“My hard-on?”
“No, the hotel room.”
I nodded, slowly. For some reason I had trouble lying to Faith, even when I knew things would be easier if I did.
“Let’s go there.” She smiled up into my eyes with such a hot combination of excitement and nerves.
“Faith…” I shook my head.
“I’ve been thinking about it.” She stroked my shoulder. “This date, it’s about understanding what I’ll be giving up when I take my vow of celibacy. How can I fully understand if I haven’t… If we haven’t… Isn’t premarital sex common these days?”
I smiled at her frankness. “Yes, but…”
“I want to try it.” The look she gave me—I almost caved. How could a girl so inexperienced, so innocent look at me like that? With so much heat and passion. Like we were already mid-fuck.
My dick throbbed. “Premarital sex is common, sure, but not on a first date.”
“People don’t have sex on a first date? Ever?” Her head tipped to the side. She reached forward and touched my leg, maybe six inches away from my dick.
If she moved any closer, I’d take her right here against the limo. To hell with the hotel room.
“Sure. Sometimes they do, but…” I was having trouble breathing, forming full sentences.
“But you don’t want to.” She looked down.
“What I want isn’t the point.”
She smiled up at me. “You want to. I want to. Let’s go before I change my mind. This could be my only chance, ever, and I want to know how it feels.”
