Caleb.
Faith gets whatever she needs from me. Since she wants to try again, I lie back on the bed. My heartbeat drums like a gong—strong, loud, potentially ominous. I’ve fallen in love with Faith. So much more than I ever felt for Dana. The need to protect Faith overwhelms me. My fists curl at my sides while I wait for Faith to find the courage to face her demons.
Her hand trails across my stomach. Light as a feather, her fingers explore my abs. I want to sink back into the feeling before she lost it. The memory of how her half-naked body draped across mine makes me stiff. Wearing a blindfold means I don’t know where or if she’s going to touch me. Whether she’ll use her hands to stroke my skin or her mouth to taste.
Her tongue slides across my abdomen and need hammers at me. Faith works her way up my chest, her mouth on my skin, and about detonates my resolve to let her explore. She sucks my nipple into her mouth gliding her tongue against the tip then releases. Her hand trails down to the waistband of my jeans.
“Can I touch you here?”
My body reacts to her voice, soft, throaty, and unsure. I’m so turned on right now. “Yes.”
I wait for her touch. She strokes one finger down the center of my zipper over my erection following a path down to my balls. Up then down, while I grow uncomfortable in my jeans.
“Does it hurt?”
“No, I’m fine.” I wasn’t going to explain the semantics of an engorged dick behind a zipper. And after her experience, I’m not asking her to go down on me. If it gets real bad, I can take care of myself in the bathroom. I’m not capable of jerking off in front of Faith while I wear a blindfold. That will take more confidence than I have in my wheelhouse. She closes her hand, cupping me while she continues to stroke my length. If she keeps that up, I won’t make it.
“Move your hand and give me a minute.”
“I’m sorry.” She releases the hold she has on me immediately.
I reach for her. “Don’t be. I want you to touch me.”
She grabs hold of my hand and kisses my palm. “What do you want me to do?”
“Put your hands on me. Touch me. Anywhere else.”
She places her hand on my heart and trails her fingers down my belly. Her fingers draw along the center of my chest down to my navel. She traces a line up my belly to my heart. She presses her lips against mine, and she swipes her tongue across my bottom lip then sucks it into her mouth.
God, what she does to me. So much of what I want, Faith isn’t ready for. I want to eradicate her memories. Show her how beautiful, how desirable she is to me. I want to help her feel good about sex, give her a clue about how much I want her, and to forget the other bullshit. She releases my lip, and my tongue seeks hers. I kiss her deep, move my lips across her cheek to her ear, and nibble on the lobe. “Lie down next to me.”
She does. I reach out, and find she’s wearing her shirt again. She must have put it on earlier. It’s a disappointing loss of yardage for us, but the fact that she’s still here, willing to try again, is a win in my book. I reach out, using my fingers to explore. I palm her breast, and cup it in my hand, seek her nipple with my thumb, then explore it with my mouth. “What do you want me to do to you, Faith?”
Her voice is hesitant when she answers. “I don’t know, Caleb. What you’re doing feels good.”
Hearing my name on her lips while we’re exploring each other trips my heart. I move lower, careful to keep my weight from crushing her. I use my teeth through the cloth. I want the taste of her skin in my mouth, to slide my tongue over every inch of her. My mouth reaches the exposed skin of her waist, and I trail my lips and tongue over her soft skin.
She moans and threads my hair through her fingers. I want her to have positive thoughts about sex. I move lower down her belly. My mouth hovers over her. I reach the slight indent and use my teeth to nibble. Explore her sex through the cloth of her pants. I want to pull them off, but it has to be her decision.
“Will you take off your pants for me?”
She doesn’t speak but I feel her hand reach down, so I roll to the side to give her space.
She whispers, “Sinjin, you’re still wearing yours.”
“They’re a reminder for me to not get lost in the moment and go too far.”
She strokes her hand down my face. “I’m not wearing pants.”
“I know. It’s driving me crazy in the best possible way.”
The blindfold makes my other senses come alive. Taste, smell, and my hearing. I’m tuned in to her every sigh. It’s sexy in a way I didn’t anticipate. I move back to find her belly, and more skin for me to explore. I trail my tongue down her body and reach her underpants. My lips feel the damp cloth, and I know I made her come earlier. My erection throbs. I press my mouth against her sex through the fabric.
Her hips rise off the bed and rock against my mouth.
Sexiest move ever. I don’t want to, but I ask, “Do you want me to stop?”
She inhales. “No. It feels good.”
“Spread your legs.”
When she does, I trail my hand down her thigh. Up again to her center. “Let me touch you.”
“Please.” Her plea sounds strangled.
I move my index finger underneath the leg band of her underpants. She’s wet. Sweat breaks out between my shoulder blades. I move my finger slowly so I don’t spook her. Give her a chance to tell me no, if she doesn’t want this. I hope she wants this because I do, so, so bad.
I take my time touching her. Rubbing a circle on her soft, sensitive flesh. I move my finger lower, insert just the tip inside her. “I want my mouth on you, Faith. Can I take off your underwear?”
She’s breathing hard. Her legs tremble. “Yes.”
My pulse scrambles. I go rock-hard and pull her underwear down her legs. She lifts her hips off the bed to help. The movement spreads her legs for me, and I dip my head between them. I run my tongue over her sex, exploring, tasting, discovering. I barely register the sound of her moaning. I insert my finger inside her while I continue to lick her.
“Okay?”
She whimpers. “Yes.”
I add another finger inside her, carefully because I don’t want to hurt her. I curl those fingers inward trying to find her sweet spot while I work her with my tongue.
“Sinjin, I’m coming.”
Her thighs strain against my shoulders. I feel her body shudder as the orgasm overtakes her. I suck her hard into my mouth and hear her cry out. Feel her torso come off the bed. She pushes me over so that I’m flat on my back, slides down beside me, and presses her forehead against mine.
“Sinjin.”
The urge to sink myself inside her is strong. I want to bury myself within her and feel that connection. I breathe in deep and try to settle. Faith moves away and it’s almost too much to take. Maybe I don’t know how to help her through this. But she joins me a minute later. She grabs my hand and places the square of foil in my palm.
“I don’t know how to use this.”
Responsibility and trust are inseparable. I need to be careful not to hurt this girl I love. And I do love her with my whole heart. I put the foil between my teeth, ditch my clothes, then roll the condom onto my throbbing cock. I wish I could remove the blindfold, but that’s for her to do and decide. “Faith, lie down next to me.”
When she does, I reach out to touch her and feel her skin. Her shirt is off again, and we’re both naked. “Since this is your first time, this might not feel good to you. Just tell me to stop if you need me to.”
She inhales. “I want you inside me.”
I roll on top of her, keeping most of my weight from crushing her. I find her lips and kiss her. Our tongues touch, and she spreads her legs to accommodate me. I push myself inside her, taking time to slide in, allowing her body to adjust. She tilts her hips, and I go deeper. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. Don’t stop.”
She’s wet and tight. “Wrap your legs around my hips.”
When she moves to do so, I slide the rest of the way in. “Faith. You feel amazing.”
She squirms underneath me.
“Am I hurting you?”
She pauses. Wiggles under me. “Some. It’s not super comfortable, but not awful either. Keep moving.”
I’ve had more glowing reviews. But this is her first time, and it has to hurt. Since I’m wearing a blindfold, I have to listen for cues. I do as she says, and I move out a bit and slide in. I drive myself crazy with these small moves. Pull out halfway, and slip in, slow strokes so I don’t hurt her, but I can feel the orgasm build inside me.
I try to think of anything else, but my mind centers on Faith and how it feels to be inside her. “How does this feel?”
She shudders against me. “Strange. The stretching hurts, but mostly it’s good.”
Her hands wrap around my back and move lower to my ass. She explores my body while I keep my pace steady and slow, try to hold off and not come.
She moans. Then she asks, “Are you going to come?”
I almost shoot at the sound of her voice. I force the words out. “I’m trying not to.”
She clutches my ass, and I nearly lose it.
“Why would you do that? Sinjin, come for me.”
I come so hard my eyes nearly cross under the blindfold. I rock into her a little faster with my orgasm. Her moan flows through me, pulsing into my dick. “Faith.”
I move to my back so she’s on top. I’m mostly hard inside her. My heart hammers. And her silence worries me.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
She stretches. Her hands clutch my hips. Her lips touch mine, and her tongue sweeps across my lower lip. My body reacts like she’s ringing the bell for round two.
“Yes. I think so.”
I wish I could see her expression. “Okay, on a scale of one to ten. One being you’re about to join a convent, and ten representing a choir of singing angels, where does this rate for you?”
She laughs, and I feel the rumble through my abdomen. “Well, I’m not off to a nunnery anytime soon. To be honest, the before part scored higher than the during part only because it felt weird and it hurt.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. Kirsty told me it gets easier and better with practice. Um. But I need to use your bathroom.”
Faith touches her lips to mine then lowers her head so those lips are now next to my ear.
“Can you wait until I close the door to remove the blindfold?”
Damn. She’s plotting her exit while my cock throbs inside her and the blindfold remains firmly in place.