This kiss was more exploratory than the passion-filled one of before. A tentative coupling. Claiming each other's pleasure when we found a certain spot. When she bit my bottom lip, the gentle study of her mouth was thrown out the window. I wanted to take it slow, but she undid my resolve.
Our kiss became more intense, as she yanked at the bottom of my shirt, crying out in victory when she touched bare skin. She ran her fingers over my back, before latching onto my shoulders. I crashed into her, pressing against her luscious body, both of us grinding into each other showing how desperate we were.
Her nipples dug into my chest, begging for attention. I reached under her shirt, and pinched the heated tips between my fingers. She bucked under me and kissed me with abandon as a moan tore out of her. I held my breath as her hands traveled down my spine, finally reaching the waistband of my jeans.
When she hesitated, the realization struck me that we weren't going to get much further. I dropped my forehead to hers and cursed the piece of cotton residing in the one place on earth I craved. My erection dug between her thighs, and I gritted my teeth together in an attempt to get myself under control.
“This week's going to be fucking torture.”
My eyes snapped open when she laughed.Yeah, I was definitely going to make her pay.
“You think this is funny?” I asked, stroking my hands up her sides, stopping when I reached her ribs. She tensed as if she guessed my intention.
“No, please don’t!” she let out a breathless plea.
“I'm going to make this torture for you too. You're going to feel my pain,” I whispered.
Instead of tickling her, I ran my hands under her breasts, stroking them lightly through her bra. Fuck, I had to be careful. I was trying to make her crazy from lust, but I was doing a fucking good job of getting myself worked up. I leaned down and bit at one of her peaks, unable to stop myself.
I moved to the other nipple, eliciting a gasp as I sucked it into my mouth. When she latched onto my hair and arched into me, it was more than I could take. My balls were tight, and at any moment I was going to make a mess in my jeans. Wanting to keep some of my pride, I moved so that I was no longer on top of her.
I grabbed the remote and started channel surfing after propping myself against the headboard. My dick was so hard it hurt, but I needed to get a handle on myself if I was going to make it through the week. The game of torture had begun. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Faith broke from the sexual haze.
“You're an ass,” she grumbled.
Her lips were swollen from our kisses, and when she popped her bottom lip out to pout, I gripped the remote tighter so I wouldn't go in for another round. God, she was fucking adorable.
She wrapped her arms around herself, pushing her tits up higher. Shit, I wasn't going to make it a week. I tried to pull her to me, but she wouldn't budge.
“Ahh, come on, Slick, don’t be mad at me. I just wanted you to get a taste of what I'm going through.” I shot her an innocent look.
Her stony expression crumbled, replaced by a real smile—not the fake one she threw around when she was hiding her feelings. She shook her head and snuggled against my side, resting her head on my chest. She was mine. I just had to wait for her to admit it.
“See, isn’t that better?”
I pulled her closer as my desire to plunge into her wet heat calmed. At least, it did until she took my nipple firmly in her teeth and sucked on it. My body jumped from the electric current she inspired. My cock was going to have a permanent zipper indent if she kept this up.
“It's war. You know that, right?” I told her through clenched teeth.
When she released my nipple and settled into me, I had to start the calming process all over again. I needed to get my mind off my raging hard-on. I asked the one thing that would keep me from rolling on top of her and dry humping her like a horny dog.
“So, what happened today?”
After a deep breath, Faith burrowed into my chest as she told me about her encounter with Jason.
"I went to the store to stock up on tampons. You guys were still practicing and I thought I could get home before you finished. Then I passed by the frozen yogurt shop."
I kissed the top of her head. Her love of ice cream had put us in some pretty spectacular situations. "He was on the patio of the Mexican restaurant next to the grocery store. It was surreal. He called me over like nothing had ever happened."
Her arm broke out in goosebumps under my hand. I stroked them away as I ground my teeth, listening to her as she explained that fucking dick thinking he could talk to her.
"I tried to stay calm as I reminded him of the restraining order. When he told me his dad had the order revoked, I ran."
Placing my finger under her chin I lifted her face so I could kiss her lips. I needed to taste her. To remind her that running was not an option. My body pulsed with rage at every word but I didn't want to scare her with my anger.
The asshole was unhinged, and I didn't realize how high up his dad was to have the police under his thumb. The thought was horrifying. I held her tighter as images of him hurting her assaulted me.
Faith was different. She was it for me. I had feelings for my ex-girlfriend, Melissa. When I helped her get away from her abusive ex, it wasn't for love. I understood now, I just wanted to save her. The guilt I carried around over her death was because I felt like I failed her, but I came to the realization she had been the one who’d failed herself by going back to her ex.