Nineteen

Faith sat in her truck for a moment as she stared at Edwin’s front door. He had a western-style home with a circular drive that curved in front, leading in and out of his street. He lived out in the middle of nowhere, isolated from neighbors, and rarely did people drive by his home. He said he liked it that way. He could walk nude down to get his paper, and no one would even know. Shrubs outlined the house, and a giant oak brought shade to the front yard, making it inviting on a Saturday afternoon, instead of suffocating. Her stomach was in knots, and she thought she would throw up. Not the impression she wanted to give on their first outing alone.

Selby and she had agreed that Saturday afternoon would work best for the first date with their new playmates. It allowed them the evening to reconnect and didn’t stick them with rising early in the morning. Their weekend was still basically their own. Both Tracey and Edwin agreed, and then, they made the rule it had to be somewhere other than the Greer home; at least for the first time out. Faith wasn’t sure she wanted Selby to have sex in her home without her just yet.

She took a deep breath and opened the door to her truck. She was here for him to fuck her. Plain and simple. They were alone, no chance of being caught. This wasn’t a romantic date nor was it about work. It was all about sex. Somehow that made her even more nervous. There was no prelude. No real foreplay of cat and mouse. He already caught her and now would claim his prize.

As her foot touched the first of the three steps leading up to his front porch, the door opened and there stood Edwin. He wore only jeans, his chest bare and his muscles toned. Even his bare feet seemed to hold a strength in them that made her pussy drip with just a glance. He was strength. It radiated from him in ways that made people follow him without question. His smile caught her breath, and she stopped walking for a moment as her nerves tightened her stomach.

“Did you change your mind?”

She forced her nervousness into a smile. “No. It just caught me off guard when you opened the door, that’s all.”

He nodded, a smile bringing a mischievous twinkle to his eyes. “Would you like to come in and play?”

“That is why I am here, right?” She caught herself swaying back and forth and forced herself to stop as she grinned up at him. “You wanted me on a weekend. I am here as you asked.”

His smile widened as he crossed his arms and leaned back on the door frame. “If you wish to come in, you must strip and leave your clothes in the truck.”

Faith’s eyes went wide, and she felt her jaw drop. “Right here? In the middle of the day? But what if people drive by?”

He just shrugged his shoulders. “It’s your call.”

She stared at him for a minute. Was he serious? He looked very serious. Was it another test? She took a deep breath. If it was, she intended to pass it. “Yes, sir.”

Faith walked back to her truck, opened the driver’s door, but didn’t hide behind it. She kicked her sandals off and tossed them onto the seat. She slid her blouse over her head, her eyes never leaving his and then tossed it in after her sandals. Reaching behind her, she unclasped her bra and pulled it from her shoulders, leaving her breasts bare to the cool March breeze. She could feel her nipples shrivel immediately. She then unbuttoned her pants and slid them down her tan legs, leaving her wearing nothing except her lacy thong. She smiled at him as she turned her back to him, slipped her thumbs into the waistband and then made a slow show of sliding the thong down her tanned legs, pushing her ass out as far as she could. She turned her head as she stood, continuing to smile at him, and then, she tossed the panties into the truck and shut the door. With her hands clasped behind her back and her legs spread slightly, she waited. “May I come in now, sir?”

He raked her with his eyes, his grin crooked, cocky. He nodded. “You may.” He then turned and went inside, not waiting to see if she followed. He knew she would. It was his confidence that made her drip as she did, made her want to follow him, please him. She climbed the three steps to his front porch, walked inside, and shut the door on the outside world.

The air inside his home was cool, bringing her nipples quickly to attention and sending goosebumps up her arms. He led her without a word through the front room to a sitting room in the back of the house. It surprised her at how well-decorated his home was for a single man. It didn’t look like a bachelor pad, but resembled a family home. She wondered if he left it that way because of his ex-wife.

When they reached the sitting room with its two recliners, loveseat, and a circular coffee table covered in car magazines, Edwin finally ceased his walking and turned to face her. Again, he swallowed her nude form with his eyes, a smile of admiration breaking his face. She stood with her hands clasped in front of her, hiding her womanhood, elbows in front of her nipples as best as she could. She felt bashful suddenly and had no idea why. It was probably due to the fact she was completely nude while he remained mostly dressed. It made her feel vulnerable, a feeling he probably wanted her to have at the moment. Power. Strength. It cloaked Edwin like a mantle he was born to wear and made Faith drip with nervous anticipation.

“I don’t remember you being so shy before,” he said, his eyes twinkling to match his smile.

She dropped her arms to her sides and stood naked before him. “Sorry. Nervous.”

An eyebrow perked up over his right eye. “More so than in my office or in the warehouse where people could have walked in on us?”

She nodded. “I knew that place and, although it sounds weird, felt secure. I am not sure of my surroundings here, so it’s throwing me off a bit. There’s nothing stopping us from doing anything we want, no risks, so no safety measures, if that makes sense.”

He cocked his head to the side. “And do you need safety measures?”

She took a deep breath. “No. I am here because I want this. And I trust you.”

He nodded as he crossed the room to where she stood. He reached out to her, his warm hand cupping her pale cheek, cradling it. She leaned into his touch, pulling the strength from it that was offered. She closed her eyes, relishing the gentleness as she took a deep breath. Her nervousness seemed to fade with his touch.

She felt his hand slide behind her neck and, as she opened her eyes to gaze at him, she felt him pull her toward him, his lips searching out hers. They were soft, warm, as they meshed against hers, softly at first and then with a tender hunger that pressed harder as his mouth opened and his tongue parted her lips. She wrapped her arms around his waist as she surrendered to him, pressing her lips to his as she felt the passion fill her most sensitive of parts.

As well as her heart. She felt the sudden growing feeling in her chest as if something had suddenly filled her. Her breath caught, and she almost pulled away from his kiss. Yet, at the same time, she didn’t want it to end.

She tried to think if they had kissed before and couldn’t remember a time. This was her first from him, and she was naked, alone in his house, and open for whatever he wanted. And she hoped she knew what he wanted, because she craved it.

His hands slid down her back, his fingers scratching trails along her flesh until he cupped her ass and squeezed her to him even tighter. She felt the growth in his jeans, the hardening of his cock against her, and her pussy dripped with a hunger she needed to feed. She slid one of her hands down the back of his pants and cupped his ass as well. She could feel the tiny curls of hair and relished the firm flesh that filled her hands. God, how she wanted him right then to take her, bend her over a chair, and just pound into her.

She opened her eyes, and he stared at her, his eyes searching hers as if they were windows to what was inside of her. She knew she could get lost in those eyes. He smiled back down at her. “I have waited quite a while to be alone with you like this,” he said, his voice a bare whisper.

She felt her face flush as she smiled back up at him. “And why is that?”

“Because you are one of the most enticing women I have ever met.”

“So, why did you wait so long to take me?”

He smiled as he shrugged. “How was I to know you were serious with all that seductive teasing and taunting?”

“Well, now you know.”

“Now I know.” He leaned down and swallowed her breath in another kiss, his lips meshing into hers as he held her to him with a grip that didn’t seem to want to let go. She hoped he never would.

They broke the kiss finally, and both took a deep breath. She watched as he stepped back, his hand sliding into hers. He didn’t say a word. He just smiled as he led her out of the sitting room and down the hall to his bedroom. The furniture was all maple, the bed a king with thick comforters and wide pillows. A door led off to the south, probably a bathroom, Faith figured.

Edwin guided her to the bed and turned her so she faced him. Slowly, he pushed her back until she sat on the soft, beige comforter and then continued to push her backward until she laid down. She laid there, her legs dangling over the side of the bed. He knelt between her legs, and she could feel his breath on her flesh as he leaned down, his mouth inches from her legs. He opened her up before him, his eyes watching her as he did, that mischievous smile plastered on his face. He bent forward, kissing her on the inside of her thigh, his lips warm, his tongue wet. She felt her chest rise with the breath she took at his touch, her pussy becoming even more wet, if that was even possible. The fluttering of her stomach moved up to her throat as she moaned. He continued to kiss upward until his mouth almost touched her sweet mound. He blew his hot breath on her wetness and then dropped back down to the other leg, repeating the trail of kisses. However, this time when he reached her pussy, he didn’t stop. She felt his tongue glide between her folds, spreading them before him until he could taste her sweet pearl.

She wanted to wrap her legs around him, hold him in place, but his arms kept her spread open before him. Her back arched as his lips surrounded her clit, sucking it into his mouth. She felt one of his hands slide up her leg, and then, he shoved his fingers inside of her. She gasped, her groan loud in her ears. She pushed her hips down, wanting to cram his finger into her. She needed it. Craved it. She put a hand on his head, fingers intertwined in his short hair, and held his face to her sex as she ground it on his face.

He held her stomach down with his free hand, so she couldn’t move her hips. She couldn’t guide him, press against him. She could only lie there and allow him to have his way with her. His tongue swirled around his finger—fingers, he had added another—two more, maybe? She gasped as she felt herself being stretched.

He began to move his hand faster, finger-fucking her the way she wanted him to fuck her with his cock. She desperately wanted to move her hips, but his hand held her firm. She could feel his tongue gliding around her slick lips, tasting her. Her moans echoed off the walls, the ceiling, and she was grateful that for once she could cry out without worry.

He nibbled her inner thigh, and she was sure he left teeth marks. At first, she worried about what Selby would say when he saw them, but then she didn’t care and surrendered herself to the sensations Edwin gave her body. She gripped his head with her hands, trying to move his mouth where she wanted it, but he refused to obey. This was his game, his rules.

She felt his fingers slip from between her lips, his breath pull away from her. Opening her eyes, she watched as he stood, his fingers going for the button on his pants. She leaned up on her elbows as she soaked in the image of him sliding his jeans down his powerful legs before stepping out of them. His cock was at full attention, pointing at her like a daring finger—a very thick, long daring finger.

Faith slid from the bed, dropping to her knees as she glanced up at him. Gliding her hands up his legs, she leaned forward and buried her face in the dark curls that surrounded his manhood, breathing in the musty smell of his sex. She felt the weight of his hand on her head as he guided her mouth to his cock, and she didn’t resist. She was his to use as he wished. She licked the shaft as she cupped his testicles with her hand. A drop of pre-cum bubbled at the tip and she licked it away, her first taste of him that day. His fingers tightened. Her mouth opened. Before she could brace herself, he shoved his cock into her mouth and began to face-fuck her. The hand on his balls, went to his ass, gripping it for balance, while her other hand went to the base of his hardness, so she could control how deep he went inside of her. Then, she began to suck him off, her head bobbing back and forth, swallowing as much of him as she could. The muscles in his ass tightened under her hand as she relished every slide of her mouth. She could feel the pulsing within her.

He only left her on her knees for a couple of moments, moments that passed way too quickly for her. He lifted her and slid her back toward the bed as he followed her. She lay sprawled out, running her hands over his body. She couldn’t get enough of the touch of him. He climbed on top of her, his eyes never leaving hers, his mouth partly open in a smile that stirred her insides. He kneed her legs apart as he slid between them, his weight bearing down on her. “I have had you playfully, taken you, toyed with you. Now today, I make love to you.” She watched as he brought his mouth down to her neck, his lips warm, his tongue gliding across her flesh.

And then, she felt his hardness spear into her, shoved deep inside of her. She screamed at the suddenness, her hands digging into his back. Then, his arms wrapped around her, under her arms, and over her shoulders as he continued to pound her. She cried out with each thrust as her hips moved to meet his, their bodies slamming into each other in cadence to what pumped through them, the passion that inflamed them. She wrapped her legs around his, holding him to her, trying desperately to drive him deeper. She kissed his neck as he suckled hers, his small chest hairs rubbing her sensitive nipples.

Faster, she could feel him drive into her, his groans matching her whimpers. Deep inside, she felt her passion begin to climb, her body shudder as it tensed. Her back arched, and she dug her nails into him as her orgasm crashed upon her in a violent tremor. Her screams ricocheted.

As did his name.

He continued his thrusts, his hips slapping hers. She took a deep breath in between her moans and could feel another wave of climax about to crash down upon her. Her body tensed, her mouth opened, but this time no sound came out. She felt his cock twitch inside of her as his body stiffened. He grunted. She groaned. Their bodies shook. She thought for sure he would rip her shoulders apart with his hands as he tightened every muscle and filled her with his passion. She felt the warmth explode inside of her to mix with her own honey, and then, her body eased into shallow breaths, a loosening of muscles, an easing of tension.

She opened her eyes, and Edwin stared down at her, his eyes sparkling. Before she could say anything, his mouth covered hers, and his tongue danced with hers. The pressure of his lips meshed into hers drove her into more of a heated state. She wanted more. She needed more.

He glanced down at her as he pulled his lips from hers, his body sliding off her to lie cuddled along her side, an arm draped over her stomach. His mischievous grin was back in place. “Not bad for round one.”

She grinned back at him as her hand slid between his legs to stroke his soaked cock. “I’m already ready for round two.”

He placed his hand on the back of her head and pushed her face down to his cock. “Good,” she heard him say just as she ran her tongue along his semi-erect shaft. She could see their sex coating his manhood, taste herself, but as she swallowed his hardness, she didn’t care. She wanted him again, whatever it took.