Page 56 of Bad Habit
Her cheeked nuzzled my chest, and I scooped her up in my arms.
“Thank you,” she whispered as I carried her toward the bedroom.
“My pleasure,” I said. “You have no idea how much pleasure.”
I pulled back the duvet and laid her gently on the bed. She smiled and reached up for me, and with one knee on the mattress I kissed her, lost in the deliciousness of her eager mouth, and trying to keep my erection from thrusting against her.
She tugged at the belt of her robe.
“Need help?” I asked.
She nodded, her cheeks glowing in the neon lights that shone through the bedroom window, and her arms flopped out to the sides. I didn’t need a second invitation.
I tugged on the knot, my fingers straining to get under the tightly twisted fabric, until finally got the first knot loosened. The second one was easier, and I draped the belt’s edges out to the sides as I cast off my own robe, standing beside her.
Studying me, her eyes opened wider with a hint of apprehension, and I wondered for a second if she’d end this. Instead, she raised one hand to her throat, and then drew open one side of her robe.
Her skin was so pale and clear it didn’t seem real, and glowing under the colored lights through the window, her body was spectacular.
I knelt on one knee beside her, careful to keep my raging cock off her body as I kissed her stomach, her ribs, as I licked her belly button, traced my tongue over her stomach and hips. I wanted to devour this woman, taste every inch of her skin.
Moving higher, I pushed back the other side of her robe and tasted her tits. Somehow they’d become sweeter, and she arched as I tugged in a tight bud, sucking it harder than I felt I should. But inexperience wasn’t holding Faith back. Her fingers dug into my hair as I flicked her nipple with my tongue, then I lightly bit it between my teeth.
Expecting that had been one step too far, I was shocked when her response was to slide her hand between us and over my abs, ranging dangerously close to my dick.
“Roll onto your back,” she said.
I looked up at her, wondering if I’d imagined her command.
“I want to look at you,” she said. “All of you.”
Carefully, I flipped myself over her body and onto my back beside her. “I’m all yours.”
She knelt beside me, her robe loosely draped over her shoulders and exposing only a slip of bare skin down the middle.
Her hands explored my chest, slowly circling my pecs as if memorizing their shape. Then she played with my nipples, drawing in a long breath as they tightened. My breath caught as she bent to kiss and suck them like I’d suckled her.
I drew a ragged breath as her fingers traced lower over my ribcage. Then, drawing her fingers through the hair that trailed down the center of my chest, she moved her attention to my abs.
My cock bounced.
“Oh!” She pulled her hands back.
“Don’t worry. It doesn’t bite.”
“I certainly hope not.” She grinned as she traced her fingers over my abs again. “Your stomach is so hard. These ridges.”
My balls tightened painfully as her fingers explored. If my dick didn’t get inside of her—and soon—I was going to explode.
I expected, at least hoped, that full-on sex would happen at some point during this sin vacation, but her pussy had been so tight around my finger that I wondered whether it was a good idea. Never mind the risk of turning her off sex forever, the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her.
Her juices on my finger had been tinged with pink, so I figured I’d already popped her cherry, but my cock was a hell of a lot thicker.
Her hands trailed lower, and I groaned.
“Can I…” Her voice was soft and uncertain. “Can I touch it?”
I nodded, not sure my throat could form an answer, and then her fingertip grazed my tip, running over the drop of come gathered there.
