Page 99 of Faking All the Way
“I’m finally starting to believe that,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “When you look at me this way.”
Something lodges in my throat at her words, a knot of emotion I have to swallow past. It shouldn’t matter this much, what she thinks of herself. But it does. It matters way more than it should.
I look up at her, my hands gripping her hips. Holding her steady. “Believe italways.”
I don’t want her to lose that confidence once we’re not together anymore. Once this arrangement ends and we go our separate ways. Can’t bear the thought of her going back todoubting herself, to seeing herself through Daniel’s eyes instead of mine.
She gazes down at me, something soft in her expression. She runs her uninjured hand through my hair, the touch affectionate in a way that makes my chest feel too tight. Her fingertips trail over the side of my face, tracing my cheekbone, my jaw.
I turn my head to kiss her palm, breathing her in. Trying to memorize this moment, the way she’s looking at me.
Then I hook my fingers into her panties and work them down her legs. I groan when I see the wet spot on the crotch, evidence of how turned on she is. When I get them all the way off, I can see the arousal glistening between her legs.
“Is this just from going down on me?” I ask, already knowing the answer but needing to hear it.
She gives me a lopsided grin. “I told you. I love your cock.”
That sends a rush of heat through me, sparking down my spine. I need her closer. Need to hold her, to be buried inside her, to feel that connection.
I pull her down to straddle me on the couch, guiding her legs on either side of my hips. I love the way there’s not a second of doubt or hesitation on her face as she does it. No moment where she worries about her weight or whether she’ll be too much for me. Just trust and desire and a kind of confidence that makes her so fucking sexy.
I kiss her, my hands roaming over her back and hips and ass. Mapping out her curves, the softness of her skin. My cock starts to nudge at her entrance, straining to get inside her. The head is already slick with precum, and I can feel how wet she is.
But then I curse, reality crashing back in. I lift her hips up a little, pulling back. “Fuck. I need to go get a condom. Almost forgot.”
I start to guide her off my lap so I can get up and find one, but she doesn’t move. Her arms stay wrapped around my neck, holding on.
She swallows, nervousness flashing across her face. “I’m on birth control. Have been for years. And I got tested during my annual exam a few months ago, so I know I’m safe.” A hint of hesitation crosses her features, uncertainty creeping in. “I know this is just temporary, so if you don’t want to, I totally get it. We can use a condom if you’d rather?—”
I stop her, wrapping a hand around the back of her neck. “Kat.”
Her eyes lock with mine, green and wide and luminous.
“I get tested regularly. Part of the team physical every year, and I got checked again a few months ago. I’m all good.” I tighten my grip on her neck slightly, dragging in a breath. “And I want to. I really fucking want to.”
Relief floods her features, chased quickly by arousal as her whole body seems to relax against me.
I pull her down so our foreheads are resting together, breathing with her. Just existing in this moment for a second. Our eyes close briefly, and I try to cement this in my mind. The weight of her on my lap, the warmth of her skin, the way she smells. Trying not to let the thing she said about this being temporary sit in my stomach like lead, heavy and cold.
I kiss her, slow and deep at first. Taking my time with it. Need builds as our tongues slide together, as she opens her mouth for me. She rocks against me, and I can feel her pussy sliding over my cock, coating me with her wetness. Just that contact, that slick friction, feels so good that I don’t know if I’ll be able to survive actually being inside her bare.
But if it kills me, I’d gladly go out that way.
I lift her hips with my hands, positioning her. Then I line myself up, the head of my cock nudging at her entrance. I slowly slide inside as she sinks down, taking me inch by inch.
Our gazes lock, and I watch so much pass through her face as we connect this way—wonder, pleasure, trust, and something almost like relief.
It’s incredible. So intense. The sensation of her wrapped around me with nothing between us feels so fucking amazing that I actually have to grit my teeth to keep from coming immediately.
I breathe out praise, filthy and honest because I can’t hold it back. “You feel so good. So wet. So hot around me. I can feel every inch of you. Every squeeze.”
“You feel good too. But I need more. Please.”
“Ride me, baby. Take what you need.” My voice comes out rough, strained with the effort of not just taking over and pounding into her. “It’s all yours.”
The wordsI’m yourshang on my tongue, so close to being said. So close that I have to bite them back.
We start to move together, finding a rhythm. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close. Burying my face in her neck, kissing the skin there. Then sucking at it, hard enough to leave a mark. Marking her as mine even though I have no right to.
