Faith moaned and shivered. “Grant…” she moaned at his temple, “God…”
He scraped his teeth over her nipple, then bit down in teasing pulses while he used his fingers on her other breast. The sensations were wildly excruciating, drawing Faith to the edge of orgasm.
“Take me…upstairs…” she begged.
He pulled his mouth away from her body, turned his head, and kissed her again, stealing her breath. He used the other hand to spread the wetness of his mouth over her breast, teasing her nipple over and over and over, creating a whole new kind of slick friction. His tongue stroked and plunged and spiraled against Faith’s until he finally broke for air. But then he went right back to work on her other breast.
Her whimper for relief fell on deaf ears. Faith’s vision blurred; her head swam. She’d never known she could want someone so badly. Never guessed a desire so intense lived inside her, but she was wild with need.
“Oh my God…” she said, breathless. “Can’t take any more.”
“You can,” he told her, his tone short and final. “And you will.”
Then he teased and tortured her right over the edge into what felt like a mini orgasm. A wholly unsatisfying and superficial orgasm that barely scratched the surface of her need and left her even hungrier than before. The tension drained from her muscles, and Faith slumped back on the wide table, resting her shoulders against the wall while she caught her breath.
But Grant didn’t take a break. “That’s a good start.”
His hands went right for her jeans, popping the button, pulling at the zipper. He tugged them off her legs, fighting and swearing when the wet denim suctioned to her skin. She pushed herself forward long enough to grab a handful of his tee. Then battled with him to give up the cotton until he let her pull it off over his head. And while Faith suffered another heat wave at the sight of all his muscle and bronze skin, Grant focused on her white bikini panties.
All it took was one pass of those big, warm hands over her thighs to rekindle her need. And when his touch passed between her legs and over her sex, her lust spiked. Then his fingers were gone, leaving Faith throbbing again.
Just when she was about to complain, he gripped the low waistband of her panties and curled it around his fingers. He hooked his other hand under one knee and dragged her thighs wide. Faith laid her hands flat on the table for balance. She was in no position to do anything more than watch him study her sex. Watch him pull her panties taut. Watch him work the fabric into the folds until her swollen clit pressed taut against the silk.
“Mmmm,” he murmured, running his tongue over his bottom lip. “That is juicy perfection right there.”
He playfully jerked on her panties, pulsing the pressure against her clit just enough to make her writhe. The fingers of his free hand slipped underneath the bunched fabric and stroked her opening. Faith drew a sharp breath, and her sex clenched in automatic reaction.
Grant chuckled under his breath, settled his gaze on her face, and watched her reaction as he stroked her and stroked her and stroked her. And fuck, that felt beyond amazing. Faith pushed up to her hands for leverage, then lifted her hips into his touch.
“You like my fingers on you?”
“Yes…” The words came out breathless and completely wanton.
“Do you want them inside you?”
She choked on a sob of desire. “Yes, yes, yes.”
He scraped his lower lip between his teeth and pulled his hand from between her legs. Opening his hand toward her, he leaned close and whispered, “Look how wet you are.”
Her gaze refocused on his hand and the glistening surface of his fingertips. Then followed the sight right into his mouth. She pulled in a sharp breath, shocked at the raw eroticism. But when Grant closed his lips around his fingers, moaned in pleasure, and closed his eyes in an expression of bliss, lust flooded Faith’s body.
She leaned into one hand and reached for his waistband with the other. Grant easily caught her wrist and pressed her hand back to the tabletop, his gaze hot and determined on hers. “No. Hands. While yours stay here”—he released her wrist and brought his hand between her legs—“mine stay here.”
And with his eyes on hers, silently demanding she hold his gaze, he circled her opening again, until Faith couldn’t hold still anymore. She lifted and rocked toward his touch, making Grant smile, a hot devilish little smile.
“Baby, I hope you don’t plan on sleeping tonight. Because I have so many things I want to do to you.”
And then he slowly pushed inside her. The sensation stole Faith’s breath. She was so absorbed in the feeling of penetration, everything in her line of sight blurred. Deeper, deeper, deeper…until Grant’s hand pushed against her body and Faith’s breathing became labored.
“Oh…fuck…” she barely whispered, her eyes rolling back. “Feels…soooooo gooooooood…”
The pressure eased as Grant pulled back.
Faith grasped his wrist and fell a little off-balance. “No,” she begged, meeting his eyes. She pressed her forehead to his. “Please don’t stop. Please don’t. I’ve never felt anything so good.”
Instead of pulling the rest of the way out, Grant thrust home.
“Ah…” Her body tightened and flooded with a kind of ecstasy she’d never experienced. She cried out and dropped her head back, body quivering.