Page 89 of The Fine Art of Faking It
Not this time.
She gave the shaft one long pump, reveling in the feel of his muscles bunching, tensing with need. There was no room for words here. He let her stroke him and busied himself by unhooking her bra and tossing it on the growing pile of clothing.
“I have a condom in my purse,” she said before she could lose herself in the sensation of those warm palms cupping her soft flesh. Her nipples budded to points against the rough of his hands.
“I dream about you every night,” he said, ghosting his lips over her cheek, down her jaw.
“Shut up,” she warned him, stroking faster, harder.
“I see you like this. Naked, breathtaking.”
He worked her underwear down her legs, held her steady while she slid out of them.
“Shut up, Davis,” she said, harsher now.
“You’re my dream come true.”
There was only one way to get him to shut the hell up.
Eden dropped to all fours and slid her mouth over the crown of his cock. He made a noise somewhere between a groan and a growl, and she felt it reverberate between her thighs.
She slicked her mouth over him, taking him into her throat.
“Fuck. Eden.” He wasn’t in control and poking holes in her resistance now.Hewas defenseless againsther.
She drove him wild with her tongue, her mouth, until he couldn’t take it. Davis fisted his hand in her hair and pulled her up his body.
His erection, wet and steely, throbbed against her stomach.
He took her down to the mattress, but Eden wasn’t going to let him set the pace there either. She rolled, coming out on top of him. She straddled his hips and once again gripped that proud hard-on. She could feel the pulse of blood beneath her hand.
He wet his lips when she reached for her purse on the nightstand. Her hands trembled when she fished out the condom, and Davis helped her unwrap it. Together, they rolled it down his thick shaft.
She didn’t give him any time to think, to anticipate. Eden rose on her knees, positioned him at her entrance, and sank down on him. She was so full, she had no room for breath in her lungs. The air left her on a strangled cry. But it was enough for Davis’s thin sheen of control to shatter.
He gripped her hips with strong fingers and thrusted with his hips, forcing the last inch into her.
She cried out in a pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain. Her muscles tightened involuntarily around him.
“So tight,” he gritted out.
But then she was moving. Slowly at first, rocking her hips and relaxing around him. Eden dropped her hands to his shoulders, and Davis raised himself up to take one of her breasts in his mouth. Sweat sheened her skin as she rode him. Here, on the very bed she’d daydreamed about her high school crush. In the room that she’d wandered, making up a dozen sweet fantasies. And now he was under her, their bodies connected, their goal unified.
He met her with enthusiastic thrusts that made the headboard slap against the wall. Words, strangled by passion, worked their way free of her throat. “Yes. More. Now.”
He abandoned one breast and took the other into his magical mouth, and when his lips closed over her tender peak, her body responded with a gut-wrenching orgasm that built and crested in a swift explosion of pleasure that took her by surprise.
She screamed his name as her body convulsed in climax.
“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life,” he gritted out as she collapsed against his chest, sweat-slicked and almost sated. But Eden didn’t want that intimacy, that vulnerability. She was too raw.
She slid off of him, her body instantly demanding she return to his heat. He was rock hard for her. “Your turn, Gates,” she breathed. She turned around on all fours facing away from him. She needed the distance, needed to be able to look away from the softness she saw in his eyes.
Eden felt him rise to his knees, and her body sang an angels’ chorus when he aligned the head of his cock with her still pulsing entrance.
He eased into her inch by inch. She dropped her face to the blanket beneath her, stifling her cry. How could he feel so perfect inside her? How could this feel so damn right? His fingers flexed into her hips, and he began to move.
She felt every ridge, every vein, every inch of his thickness as it coasted in and out of her. He wasn’t talking now. No, casting a glance over her shoulder, Davis was a tableau of lust. His jaw clenched tight, nostrils flared, eyes glassy.
