Book 4: It's Not a Question

Faye

I’m shaking. My arms tremble as I grip the headboard, fighting for purchase. My hair falls loose down my back, tickling my skin as I give myself over body and soul to the man beneath me. 

Michael comes up for air with a satisfied sigh as pleasure shimmers through my body. He kisses up my thighs, then my stomach, until he reaches my breasts as he sits up and slips out of his pants. 

I’m still above him. I’m still throbbing with heat when his hands drift up my back, his knuckles dragging back down the length of my spine. I arch into his touch, rolling my neck and closing my eyes as his touch reaches my hips again, and he guides me down onto his hard cock. 

The tip breaches my folds. He groans, sliding his cock through the wetness pooled there while he presses me down until I’m fully seated on top of him. 

My hands leave the headboard to grip his shoulders, gasping as he stretches me wide, the slight pain of it fad