backside, and, to her shock, lifted her and wrapped her legs around him.
“Rusty!”
He paused, holding her still, and she felt the tip of him press into her. His eyes met hers. “Are you sure about this? Last chance.”
She nearly cried. “For fuck’s sake…”
He pushed his hips and slid all the way into her, deep as he could go.
Faith gasped as he stretched her, filled her. He stopped moving, his mouth millimetres from hers, exchanging breaths with her. Their eyes met. All amusement fled, and a deep, dark desire clawed its way up her, a hunger she’d never felt before. She’d never, ever wanted a man this much, never craved someone with this intensity.
He breathed out in a long, controlled exhalation. Lowering his lips to hers, he kissed her deeply. Then, very, very slowly, he began to move.
Faith felt dizzy with desire. The hairs on his chest grazed her nipples, making her gasp again, and her swollen sex was excruciatingly sensitive. She wanted it to last forever, but within minutes she was sighing, her lids fluttering. “Oh God…”
He kissed her eyelids. “Come on, Hillman, hang in there. I’ve only just started.”
“Ah I can’t, it’s too…”
He stopped moving. “Multiple orgasms aren’t till number six.”
“Rusty…”
Holding her tightly, he lifted her off the wall. She threw her arms around him as he carried her over to the bed, where he turned, sat and lay back, still inside her, pushing her up so she sat astride him. “Count sheep,” he demanded. “Distract yourself.” He ran his hands up her body and cupped her breasts, brushing her nipples.
Sighing, she arched her spine, enjoying the feel of her hair falling down her back, so close to coming it was like exquisite torture, but wanting to savour the moment. To the side, she caught a brief glimpse of one of the blonde girls reaching an orgasm, face creased with pleasure. Oh God . She tried to picture sheep jumping over a fence, but clearly, that wasn’t going to work.
Rusty was obviously having trouble coping as well. The sight of her breasts thrust toward him appeared to have pushed him to the edge. For the last time he rolled her and moved her legs up. He pushed himself up until he was almost kneeling, looking down at her with an expression of such tenderness, such desire, that she just melted.
“Pretend I’ve got socks on.”
She wrapped her legs around him and lifted her arms slowly above her head, stretching underneath him. “Come on, Thorne, show me what you’ve got.”
“Oh, man…” He began to move, more insistently this time, bending to kiss her.
Faith ran one hand down his back, slipping it beneath his jeans. She could feel he was still holding back, worried about hurting her. He was so sweet. But she didn’t want sweet Rusty. She wanted the hot, rough man she knew he could be.
She dug her fingers into the tight muscles of his butt. “I’m going to come, honey. Harder.” He gave a slight shake of his head and murmured something, but she missed it, too busy gasping as he slid one hand beneath her and lifted her, deepening his thrusts. “Oh, jeez, yes, don’t stop…” Her muscles tightened. “Rusty…”
“Let it go, babe.”
She screwed her eyes up and squealed as she came, the orgasm so strong it almost hurt. He swore loudly as her muscles contracted around him, and he shuddered as his body pulsed. The feel of him swelling hot and hard inside her was exquisite, and intense waves of pleasure rolled over her for what seemed like an eternity.
Chapter Six
For a few moments afterward, there was only the sound of breathing, accompanied by the cicadas out in the orchards. He leaned his forehead on her shoulder, and she pressed her lips into his hair.
Then, quietly, Rusty started to laugh. “Fucking hell.”
Faith joined in. “Oh my God.”
“Are you going to write about that on your website?”
She collapsed into giggles, and he winced and withdrew from her, rolling onto his back. She pushed
“Rusty!”
He paused, holding her still, and she felt the tip of him press into her. His eyes met hers. “Are you sure about this? Last chance.”
She nearly cried. “For fuck’s sake…”
He pushed his hips and slid all the way into her, deep as he could go.
Faith gasped as he stretched her, filled her. He stopped moving, his mouth millimetres from hers, exchanging breaths with her. Their eyes met. All amusement fled, and a deep, dark desire clawed its way up her, a hunger she’d never felt before. She’d never, ever wanted a man this much, never craved someone with this intensity.
He breathed out in a long, controlled exhalation. Lowering his lips to hers, he kissed her deeply. Then, very, very slowly, he began to move.
Faith felt dizzy with desire. The hairs on his chest grazed her nipples, making her gasp again, and her swollen sex was excruciatingly sensitive. She wanted it to last forever, but within minutes she was sighing, her lids fluttering. “Oh God…”
He kissed her eyelids. “Come on, Hillman, hang in there. I’ve only just started.”
“Ah I can’t, it’s too…”
He stopped moving. “Multiple orgasms aren’t till number six.”
“Rusty…”
Holding her tightly, he lifted her off the wall. She threw her arms around him as he carried her over to the bed, where he turned, sat and lay back, still inside her, pushing her up so she sat astride him. “Count sheep,” he demanded. “Distract yourself.” He ran his hands up her body and cupped her breasts, brushing her nipples.
Sighing, she arched her spine, enjoying the feel of her hair falling down her back, so close to coming it was like exquisite torture, but wanting to savour the moment. To the side, she caught a brief glimpse of one of the blonde girls reaching an orgasm, face creased with pleasure. Oh God . She tried to picture sheep jumping over a fence, but clearly, that wasn’t going to work.
Rusty was obviously having trouble coping as well. The sight of her breasts thrust toward him appeared to have pushed him to the edge. For the last time he rolled her and moved her legs up. He pushed himself up until he was almost kneeling, looking down at her with an expression of such tenderness, such desire, that she just melted.
“Pretend I’ve got socks on.”
She wrapped her legs around him and lifted her arms slowly above her head, stretching underneath him. “Come on, Thorne, show me what you’ve got.”
“Oh, man…” He began to move, more insistently this time, bending to kiss her.
Faith ran one hand down his back, slipping it beneath his jeans. She could feel he was still holding back, worried about hurting her. He was so sweet. But she didn’t want sweet Rusty. She wanted the hot, rough man she knew he could be.
She dug her fingers into the tight muscles of his butt. “I’m going to come, honey. Harder.” He gave a slight shake of his head and murmured something, but she missed it, too busy gasping as he slid one hand beneath her and lifted her, deepening his thrusts. “Oh, jeez, yes, don’t stop…” Her muscles tightened. “Rusty…”
“Let it go, babe.”
She screwed her eyes up and squealed as she came, the orgasm so strong it almost hurt. He swore loudly as her muscles contracted around him, and he shuddered as his body pulsed. The feel of him swelling hot and hard inside her was exquisite, and intense waves of pleasure rolled over her for what seemed like an eternity.
Chapter Six
For a few moments afterward, there was only the sound of breathing, accompanied by the cicadas out in the orchards. He leaned his forehead on her shoulder, and she pressed her lips into his hair.
Then, quietly, Rusty started to laugh. “Fucking hell.”
Faith joined in. “Oh my God.”
“Are you going to write about that on your website?”
She collapsed into giggles, and he winced and withdrew from her, rolling onto his back. She pushed
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