By the time we put a very sleepy Finn to bed, I’m dying to show Farrah exactly how I feel about her. I may not be ready to say those three words out loud, but I sure as fuck can tell her with my actions.
With her hand in mine, I lead her into my en suite bathroom. We slowly strip each other down, kissing as each piece of clothing falls to the floor. Her skin is soft under my exploring hands. The dichotomy between my calloused, work-roughened palms and her smooth body heats my blood to the boiling point.
I drop to my knees, kissing down her chest as I go. Herfingers spear into my hair as an anchor point. It grounds me as much as it turns me on. Drawing a line of kisses from hip bone to hip bone rewards me with goosebumps spreading across her skin.
Farrah pushes my head down, making it very clear that I’m taking too long. I almost laugh. Instead, I grip her thigh, throwing it over my shoulder to open her to my mouth. Without warning, I suck her clit into my mouth. She cries out at the sensation, slapping her hand over her mouth right after.
I don’t tease or draw it out. I’m too hungry for her to take my time right now. Her taste on my tongue is addicting, and I need more with every minute I spend between her legs.
“Knox, please.”
“You want to come on my face, Princess?” I push my tongue into her slick opening, eating her out as if I’ve been starving for years. I think I have—I just didn’t realize it was for her specifically.
I push a couple of fingers into her while I flick her clit over and over again until my tongue is cramping and she’s riding my face hard. I fucking love watching her fall over that edge. One of these days, when we have a whole night to ourselves, I’m going to find out how many orgasms I wring from her body.
I bring her back down slowly. My cock is leaking profusely, demanding I slake my need, and my control is slipping through my fingers like sand. Standing, I grip the back of Farrah’s thighs, placing her onto the bathroom countertop.
She gasps at the temperature difference, digging her fingernails into my shoulders. I’ll have marks there tomorrow, and I fucking love that.
I carefully arrange her feet on the edge of the counter. It forces her to lean back against the mirror, and fuck me, she’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I ask her.
She smirks, reaching out for my cock. “I can see it.”
A groan rumbles through my chest with every pump of her hand. God, the way she uses my piercing in just the right way shoves me right to the edge before I’m ready. I have to push her hand away to keep from coming. The sight of her wide open and willing is too much.
Gripping my base, I line the head of my cock to her pussy and slowly start pushing inside. She grips me like a vice, and it’s all I can do to stop from shoving all the way into her in one go.
“Knox,” she gasps.
“You’re taking me so well, Princess. Fuck, just look at you.”
Farrah looks down at where my cock is stretching her obscenely. Her expression glazes with need as I finally fill her completely. With slow strokes, I give her a chance to get used to the pressure until I can’t hold back any longer.
I slide one hand behind her head, gripping her hip hard enough to make her skin dimple with the other. Then I’m gone, thrusting into her hard enough to fill the bathroom with the sound of our skin slapping.
“Fuck, Princess,” I groan. “Rub your clit for me. I need you to get there because I can’t hold on for much longer.”
She listens like the good girl she is and begins to circle that little nub. It makes her tighten around me even harder. I swear I can see fucking stars behind my eyes.
“That’s it. Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight. Are you going to come for me?”
“Mm-hmm,” Farrah moans. And then she explodes, crying out as her entire body stiffens through her orgasm.
I press my forehead to hers as I follow her over the edge. My legs shake with how hard I come, and I worry for a second that I’m going to fall on my ass.
We’re both breathing hard, the sweat clinging to our skinas we try to cool down. “How the fuck does that get better every single time? I swear you’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days. I’m entirely too old for my heart to be beating this hard.”
Farrah laughs, her pussy clenching around my sensitive cock. It makes me shiver as I pull out. She’s still spread wide, showing off my cum as it leaks out of her. I swipe my fingers through the mess and push it back into her.
She gasps at the move, and if I were ten years younger, my cock would be immediately hard again. As it is, it gives a pathetic kick, trying to rally.
When I meet Farrah’s gaze, she’s looking at me like I hung the moon. I don’t deserve that kind of devotion from her, but I swear I’m going to do my damnedest to get close.
CHAPTER 38
Farrah
