Jesus.
Fuck yes.
“You want that?” he pushed. They’d never done that. She could definitely get wild but he was still initiating her to sex slowly.
“Yes, please,” she breathed, her h*ps bucked, her head shifted back, lips parting and she came for him.
He didn’t delay, turned off the toy, threw it aside, rolled her to her belly then pulled her h*ps up and positioned, thanking Christ she’d done what she’d done only once before and that was start reading without putting her panties back on.
Then he drove in.
He was so far gone, she was so slick and still pulsing with her orgasm, it didn’t take him long. Still, she’d just found it but, all Faye, all his, she could get wild. So as he pounded into her, she lifted one hand to curl her fingers around the iron of her headboard and found it again. Her head jerking back, her hair flying, her ass tipping to the ceiling, she came hard and loud, crying out with it, it sent him over the edge and he joined her.
Coming down, he took her slow, gentle, his hands moving over her sweet ass, her hips, the smooth skin of her back, her sides, her ribs under her nightie. Then he pulled out, dropped to her side and hauled her over him so she was on top. He shifted, yanking her covers over both of them then he rounded her with his arms.
She breathed against his neck, her body so loose and sated, she gave him all her weight.
He took it because it felt f**king great.
Finally, she whispered, “I don’t get it.”
“Don’t get what, darlin’?” he asked quietly.
“I’ve been doing that for a while and you still do it better than me.”
For a second, Chace’s body tensed just thinking yet again of Faye touching herself.
Then his arms got tight around her and he burst out laughing.
When he was done, he noticed her head pressed tight into his neck just as he noticed her body was no longer loose but taut in his arms.
His laughter died but his arms stayed tight when he called, “Faye?”
She didn’t answer.
His hand slid up her spine to glide into her hair and he called again, “Faye, honey? You okay?”
“You know I have a toy,” she whispered.
Fuck, she went so wild for him sometimes he forgot this was all new to her.
“Lots of women have toys,” he told her quietly.
She didn’t answer.
“Nothin’ shameful about it,” he went on.
She was silent.
He used his arm around her to pull her up but even when she was forced to take her face out of his neck, she avoided his eyes.
“Faye, baby, look at me,” he whispered and it took her a couple of seconds but she did it. When he got her eyes, he reminded her, “You do not have to be embarrassed with me.”
“I –” she started and, his hand in her hair, he pulled her face closer to his.
“That was hot,” he kept whispering and she bit her lip. “Really hot.”
Her eyes went side to side before lighting on his again and she whispered, “But, I –”