Page 51 of Faith
The room was too dark to explore his tattoos like she wanted to do, to read the script letters and to understand every mark on his skin. She wondered what had been so important to Zeke he felt the need to permanently wear it on his body.
She stared at his profile, wondering what he’d been through the last twelve years. The things he said to her had her feeling like he’d missed her as much as she’d missed him. Like he wished she’d never walked out that night as much as she had.
He groaned in his sleep, and shifted his hips, drawing her attention down to where the sheet lifted from his body, compliments of his very impressive erection.
Nina’s mouth watered at the idea of tasting him. Her core flooded at the thought of him inside her. She slid her hand down his stomach until she brushed over the coarse hair that led to his boxer briefs. If she couldn’t explore his body with her eyes, she would with her hand. Touching his skin and loving the dance of his muscles beneath her hand.
She dipped a finger beneath the edge of his boxer briefs, wanting to wrap her hand around him and feel his power. Even what she was doing felt like a violation of him, though. He hadn’tgiven her permission, so she would keep her exploration in areas he’d left exposed.
Nina’s fingers danced around his stomach, then drifted to his thighs. She wanted to know what all of him felt like. To touch every inch of his body and one day to taste all of him. She brought her hand back up his body and brushed over his flat nipple, getting a surge from his hips with the move.
She kissed one nipple and flicked it with her tongue, and he squeezed her tight, moaning in his sleep. She did it again, letting her hand slide lower to the edge of his boxer briefs once more.
“Nina,” he exhaled.
She looked up at him, finding him watching her, his brown eyes sleepy and sexy in the dark.
“You feel good.”
She teased the edge of his boxer briefs again. “Zeke?”
He exhaled a shaky breath and nodded, just once like he was unsure but couldn’t bring himself to say no.
Nina didn’t hesitate to slide her hand into his boxer briefs. She wrapped her fingers around him and stroked, their combined moans loud in the otherwise silent house.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
“Let me taste you.”
He didn’t answer, and she wondered if he heard her.
He was staring at her when she looked up at him. “Please, Zeke.”
“Yes,” he growled.
She didn’t move her hand, crawling down his body as he pushed at his boxer briefs and shoved them down his hips to free his cock. As soon as he was out, she replaced her hand with her mouth, drawing him in deep and sucking hard on him.
“Holy fuck, Nina. Fuck. Dammit, angel, this isn’t going to take long. Fuck.”
Nina didn’t care how long he lasted. The faster he went off, the more she knew he couldn’t hold back. She worked him, sucking as she pulled back and licking as she went down. She cupped his balls and tugged gently, moaning when he surged into her mouth.
“Fuck. Nina, I’m gonna come. You gotta move, angel. I’m… Fuck. Nina!”
She did not move. She refused. She wanted to taste him. To know she was the one who made him lose his damn mind as he fucked her mouth and came in thick ropes.
He twitched, whispering to her as aftershocks wracked his body. He brushed her hair back from her face and held it in one hand, cupping her jaw with the other.
She eased off him, taking a minute to swallow, then licking him clean.
He dragged her up his body, holding her on top of him as he kissed her hard. His hands were all over her, touching and molding and teasing her until she spread her thighs and rode the ridge of his remaining erection.
“You cheated,” he growled.
“How did I cheat?”
“I said I was going to get my mouth on you before you got your mouth on me.”
“You were too tempting,” she admitted.
