Page 58 of Bad Habit
Eyes opening, her gaze focused in on my hand and my cock. She shuddered, her belly flexing and releasing, her breath turning thready as if the visual stimulation was adding to her pleasure.
It sure as fuck was adding to mine.
Her other hand slid onto my upper thigh, stroking my skin, pulling at the hairs there and upping the intensity.
Fuck, this was hot.
I decreased the pressure of my hand, wanting to make this last. Wanting this moment to last forever. Wanting to keep myself from grabbing her and ramming my cock inside her this instant.
She looked deeply into my eyes, so deeply it felt like the first time I’d even been seen by a woman. Lips parted, she panted, and in spite of my earlier intentions, my grip on my cock returned to full force, to the technique I used when I needed to come. Our gazes locked, both of us pleasuring ourselves, but the connection more intense than I’d ever felt while fucking.
Her hand drifted up my thigh toward my package, and her eyes opened wider as she lightly fondled my balls like she knew what she was doing. My hips thrust up off the bed, my head snapping back as my neck flexed, pulling my gaze from hers.
Her hand on my balls, mine on my cock, my dick was so hard it was hitting my abs—painfully erect and about to explode. I wanted to fuck her, fuck her slowly and gently, but how would I ever make that happen now?
“Show me,” she said. “I want to see your ejaculation.”
I opened my eyes. She’d shrugged off her robe and stopped masturbating. Her body now fully naked, she rose up on her knees, cupped one of her breasts as the other hand cupped my balls. She looked into my eyes. I couldn’t take it.
With a few final hard pumps from my hand, I came, my ass contracting, my hips bucking involuntarily as I shot my load and it landed all over my chest.
When my eyes opened, she was smiling, and her finger tentatively touched the come on my chest. “It’s warm.”
“It came from inside me.”
She nodded, like this was some kind of science lesson, and then her fingers softly landed on my now flaccid cock. “It’s different now.”
“That’s how it looks most of the time.”
“When you’re not aroused, you mean.”
“When I’m not around you.”
A soft smile crossed her lips, making me want to kiss her even more than usual, so I drew her down and ravaged her mouth, lacing my fingers through her hair, soft as corn silk, and holding her head right where I wanted, right where I could take her mouth in the way I’d wanted to take her pussy.
If only I could kiss her like this forever. If only we could live our lives in this room, in this bed, if only my tongue could take up residence between her lips. If only my cock could. I groaned.
Given how she’d grown up, Faith’s bravery, her curiosity, her open, nonjudgmental attitude were the biggest proof I’d ever seen of miracles.
Her hand slid over my chest, and I remembered the come.
“I should wash off,” I said, breaking our kiss.
“Okay.” Her fingers drifted to her lips, red and swollen and bruised—bruised by mine—and I wondered how I could ever get enough of this woman. Would getting inside her be enough? How could it be enough?
“Come with me.” I sat and slid to the edge of the bed, reaching back my hand for her.
She took it and followed me into the bathroom.
Her hands self-consciously wrapped over her body, and I fiddled with the switches until I found a setting where the only light in the bathroom was a soft glow from under the base of the tub.
She sat on the edge of the tub, as if planning to watch me shower, but I lifted her into my arms and carried her into the stall with me. She squealed when the warm stream of water struck her back, and I guided us under the huge rainfall, the head high enough to take my height.
We kissed under its stream, and then I tucked her legs up around me, loving how she felt in my arms, her breasts crushed against my body, her hands exploring my back and neck and hair. Water mingled with our kisses as we made out in the rain.
I backed up to sit on the bench, keeping her legs wrapped around me. One hand supporting her back, I fondled her breasts with the other, loving how she sighed when I tweaked her wet nipples, so I bent to take a sweet tip into my mouth.
I needed to taste Faith’s pussy. Now. I needed to fuck her with my tongue. The only thing I wanted more was to fuck her with my dick, but although my cock was stirring, I was glad to wait.
