Page 101 of Faking the Pass
“God I’ve waited so long for this,” I said.
She smiled. “So impatient. It hasn’t been that long—only three weeks.”
“Fifteen years and three weeks. Don’t forget that I ‘never made a conquest’ of you in high school.”
“You could have.”
“I wanted to. Believe me, I wanted to. And now all my high school fantasies are coming true.”
Acting on one of them, I slid out of Rosie’s grip and down her body, rolling her to her back and spreading her legs.
She gasped and plunged her hands into my hair which I took as full permission to do what I’d been dying to do every day since seeing her in nothing but my t-shirt.
Her sweet scent entered my nostrils, and I had to fight for sanity, my desire ratcheting up to a whole new level.I dipped my head, dragging my tongue up the seam of her hot center, finding her already wet and ready for me.
My cock was throbbing, so ready to slide into that wetness, but it had been over a year since I’d had sex, and I was so hot for Rosie I couldn’t guarantee any sort of staying power.
I wanted to make sure she was taken care of first.
Her moans grew louder with every firm stroke of my tongue. I loved how she sounded. I loved how she tasted.
And I loved how wild I was driving her.
Rosie panted and arched and whimpered, every bit as responsive to my mouth and hands as she’d been in high school. Now that we were adults, now that we were married, I felt free to take things farther, as far as they could go.
And I planned to take her to heights of pleasure she’d never even dreamed of.
The sounds she was making were desperate and sweet, and I knew she was close. Sliding a finger inside her, I stroked her inner walls then added a second finger, thrusting them both in rhythm with the steady flicks of my tongue.
Rosie’s leg muscles tensed, and she began pushing upward, the pace of her breathing rising along with her body, and I didn’t stop, shifting up onto my elbow and feeling my own excitement rise as I continued worshiping her with my mouth.
“I’m going to come,” she warned, and that excitement turned to mindless ecstasy.
My body was an inferno, my pulse skyrocketing.
“Yes. Yes, come for me sweetheart.”
And then she went soaring, her ragged cries of pleasure falling all around me like trailing fireworks embers and her fingers gripping my hair to the point of pain—the best pain I’d ever felt in my life.
When she collapsed in satisfaction, I felt like I’d scored a game-winning touchdown in overtime.
Smiling, I crawled over her luscious body, almost frantic to sink my cock into all that wet heat and plushness.
She spread her legs in welcome, and I shuddered with desire.
My tip was at her entrance, already sensing how good it would feel to plunge inside, when Rosie opened her eyes.
“Are you wearing a condom?”
Oh shit.I hadn’t even thought about it.
I’d been so caught up in her spectacular orgasm, I’d literally forgotten condoms were a thing. My sole focus had been getting inside this gorgeous, sensuous woman with as little delay as humanly possible.
“I mean, I’m on the pill,” she said, “but it’s not a hundred percent, and we haven’t even talked about…”
Her voice drifted off, but I knew what she was getting at.
For all she knew I’d been boning everything with a pulse since high school graduation. I hadn’t, but it wasn’t that far-fetched. I knew players who literally slept with a different woman every night. Sometimes more than one.
