Chapter 18

Faye

I feel so much better after an hour in Easton's home gym. I've never heard of someone having all this equipment in their house. Not only did I use his treadmill, but he has a step machine and an elliptical. I used both for ten minutes each to try them out.

All the while, I had to work hard to pay attention to my footing so I didn't slide off the back of the treadmill and seriously injure myself. It was difficult with Easton pumping iron behind me. I could see him in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors. The man lifts some serious weights.

When I'm done, I'm dripping with sweat, and I guzzle a bottle of water while sitting on a weight bench, watching Easton finish. It's not a hardship. He's damn sexy, even sweaty.

He finishes and comes to me—stalks toward me, really—slowly, making me tremble. As soon as he's close enough, he snatches me off the bench, pulls me into his arms, and kisses me as though he's waited a lifetime to do so.

I'm moaning in his arms by the time he releases my lips. I struggle, trying to free myself. "I'm disgusting."

"That's not true. You're hot."

"Hot and sweaty, and I smell."

He shakes his head. "Nope. Just hot. The ponytail has made my dick hard since you first stepped into the kitchen. I thought I would drop weights on my feet, watching it sway behind you as you jogged. And do you have any idea how fucking tight and muscular your ass is? You're lucky I didn't drag you to the floor, strip you down, and fuck you right on the mat."

I suck in a breath. "Maybe you should do that."

He lifts a brow.

I shake my head as if clearing the stupidity of my request. "I need a shower."

"Mmm. I'll agree to that if you'll let me join you."

I saw his shower. It's huge. We can both definitely use it at the same time. "I'll agree to that if you're finally going to get naked in front of me. This relationship is very heavy on the naked Faye and very light on the naked Easton."

He chuckles. "I'll agree to that if you let me spread you out on the bed and eat your pussy until you scream afterward."

I shake my head. "I already made the bed."

He tips his head back and laughs hard.

I can't keep from joining him.

He kisses me. "I bet we could mess it up and make it again. Or better yet, we could mess it up so much that we need to throw the sheets in the washer and remake it with fresh sheets."

"Mmm. Let's see how the shower goes first," I tease.

He slides a hand down and pinches my ass. "Sassy girl."

I yelp and jump out of his reach before turning and running from the room. He's brought out a weird, playful side of me. Once again, I don't know who I am. I can hear him behind me, but he lets me escape. I rush to the stairs and look over my shoulder as I take them two at a time.

Easton lets me make it all the way to the bathroom before he reaches out, wraps an arm around me, and hauls me against his chest. He kisses my neck and then licks me behind the ear.

With frantic movements, he pulls my shirt over my head and then groans. "Fuck. I've wanted to see this sports bra since you first stepped into the kitchen. So sexy." He dips a finger under the bottom and teases my breasts, and then he grabs the elastic and pulls it over my head.

He rounds to my front and tugs my tight black pants down my body, taking my panties with them.

I giggle and hold his shoulders when he has to stop to remove my shoes and socks before he can finish stripping me of my pants.

I shudder when he steps back and lets his gaze roam up and down my body. "Faye…"

"Once again, I'm naked, and you're fully clothed." I manage to keep my hands at my sides. The instinct to cover myself is strong, but it's absurd at this point, and besides, he makes me feel like a goddess when he looks at me with those smoldering eyes.

Without taking his gaze off me, he kicks off his shoes and begins stripping. He leaves his shorts for last and reaches into the shower to turn it on before facing me again.

"Take them off," I say in a wobbly voice I don't recognize.

He steps closer. "You do it."

I shudder, but I'm salivating at the same time. I grab the elastic of his shorts and ease them down his hips, taking his underwear with them. When I get the fabric stuck against his enormous erection, I pull his shorts back up a few inches and lift them over the tip of his penis before continuing to lower them.

I hold my breath, trying not to react. Until last weekend, I had never seen a penis before. I saw several that night, but none compare to Easton's. Sheesh. It's huge.

Easton takes my hand in his, eases it to his erection, and wraps my fingers around the base. He folds his hand over mine and guides me to stroke up and down his shaft.

A soft moan escapes his lips, making my pussy clench.

Easton growls before easing my hand off the tip. "Shower, baby, now."

We step around the corner into the dual heads of spray. It feels so good hitting my shoulders, but I'm so hot we probably should have taken a cold shower.

Easton's gaze is intense as he silently pulls the ponytail holder out of my hair and sets it on the ledge. He pours shampoo into his palm. "Turn around, baby."

I face the wall, moaning when he massages the shampoo into my scalp. "Sorry, you're going to smell like me today. We'll order the products you prefer so they will be here tomorrow."

Tomorrow… Will I seriously still be here tomorrow? It's mind-boggling.

By the time he finishes shampooing my hair and putting in conditioner, I'm boneless. I have to grab the soap ledge to brace myself when he starts soaping my body.

My heart is racing. I'm so aroused. I've never wanted anything more in my life. I want him inside me.

When he's done, I spin around and grab the shampoo. I point at the ledge. "Sit."

He chuckles as he obeys me.

"I can't possibly reach your hair if you're not sitting," I inform him.

He grabs my hips and leans his head forward so I can shampoo his hair. I apply conditioner next and then pick up the liquid soap as he stands. He takes it from me. "I'll finish. If you touch me any more than you already have, I'll come before we make it to the sheets."

I purse my lips and back into the spray of water to rinse my hair, watching him. His body is an art form. His shaft is long and wide. Hard as a rock. I want it in me. I'm not scared.

Okay, maybe a little.

Easton hurries to finish, turns off the water, and grabs a towel. When I reach to take it from him, he swats my hand out of the way and dries me himself.

"So controlling," I tease.

He gives me a hungry gaze, making me shut up. "Baby, you have not seen controlling yet. Are you sure you're ready to take me into your body?"

"Yes, Sir."

He flinches at the use of that term of respect. A low growl escapes his lips again as he quickly dries himself with the same towel. He drops the towel on the floor, takes my hand, and drags me into the bedroom.

I nearly laugh as he tugs the bedding off so hard it all falls on the floor, leaving nothing but the fitted sheet. "Hey, I worked hard on that," I joke.

He grabs me by the hips, spins me around, and deposits me in the middle of the bed. He crawls over me, straddling me with his hands and knees, and stares down at me. "I'm never going to get enough of you, Faye."

"You haven't even had me yet. Maybe it won't be that great." I'm mostly serious. This is a concern of mine.

He shakes his head. "In a few minutes, you will never have that thought again." His lips crush mine, the kiss filled with desperation. By the time he's done, I'm limp and needy even though he hasn't touched any other part of me.

He climbs off the bed, yanks open the drawer of his nightstand, and pulls out a condom. His intense gaze is on me as he tears it open with his teeth, pulls it out, and rolls it down his shaft. He takes his time, giving me a show. A very sexy show.

"Spread your legs, baby," he orders. "Wide. I want to see how wet you are."

I part my thighs, bend my knees, and open myself up for him.

"Good girl. Arms above your head. You may not touch me this first time. If your pretty fingers even skim my shoulders, I'll come."

I lift my arms, trembling with need. His orders make me so damn hot for him.

He kneels between my legs and leans over to suck one of my nipples into his mouth, making me arch and cry out. He releases it with a pop. "God, I love how noisy you are. I want you to scream. No one can hear you. Don't hold back, Faye."

I'm not sure I'm capable of being aware of my noises. I certainly can't hold them back.

He sucks my other nipple until I'm writhing and desperate. Finally, he releases it and moves down my body. He flattens himself between my legs, palms my thighs, and holds me down a second before his mouth crashes onto my pussy.

I arch nearly off the bed. The only reason I'm still touching the mattress is because he's holding me down. It's hard to keep my hands above my head, but I grab a pillow behind me and fist it to help remind myself not to lower my arms.

Easton thrusts his tongue into me before returning to torment my clit, flicking it and circling it with his tongue.

I moan low and deep when he pushes a finger into me.

He lets go of my clit and looks up at me. "Jesus, you're so tight, Faye."

What did he expect?

He adds a second finger, making me moan louder. I had no idea it would feel this good. I've used my vibrator inside me, but it's not nearly as wide as his shaft. I can't think. It feels so good. "I'm going to come," I tell him.

"Do it, baby. Come for me. It will make your body relax a bit before I enter you."

I hold my breath when he curls his fingers and drags them along the top of my channel. That's all it takes to push me over the edge. My vision blurs as my orgasm consumes me.

He doesn't stop. His fingers work me harder, thrusting in and out of me. At some point, he adds a third, and I clench down on them, close to another orgasm.

Easton abruptly pulls them out and climbs up my body. He hovers over me, holding my gaze.

I'm panting. "Please," I beg.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. God, yes." I defy his order and bring my hands to his neck, trying to lure him down. "I want this, Easton. I want it more than anything in my life."

"I'll never be able to let you go, Faye."

I stare into his eyes. He's serious, but I can't fathom a world in which he lets me go right now anyway. "Make love to me."

He drops his hips, lines his erection up with my channel, and rubs the tip along my folds.

I moan. It feels so good, but it's not enough. I thrust my hips upward, trying to get more friction or perhaps cause him to slip inside.

I'm gripping his neck as though it's a lifeline, but he doesn't seem to mind. I lift my hips again. "Easton, I need you."

He thrusts into me. Hard and fast. It takes my breath away. It's so incredibly tight. My channel is pulsing around him, adjusting to his girth. It doesn't hurt. It's just tight.

"Faye…" He cups my face. "Baby…"

"I'm okay. Better than okay. Do it again."

He eases out and thrusts back deeper this time.

I moan, my eyes rolling back. I had no idea it would feel this good. Shouldn't it hurt? It doesn't. Maybe there was a twinge for a second, but it's gone. Now, it's all bliss.

I can't control the sounds coming out of my mouth as he thrusts in and out of me. It's heavenly. Why did I wait thirty-one years to experience this? Then again, it probably wouldn't have been this good with another man.

Easton stops moving, holding himself deep inside me. He's panting and staring down at me.

I whimper and squirm.

"Hold on a second, baby." The look on his face makes my chest tighten. He's undone. He's trying not to come. I love that I affect him so much.

Suddenly, he grabs my hips, and before I know it, he has flipped us. I'm on top of him. Straddling him. His erection never slipped out of me. My hair is hanging down around me. It's wild and damp and untamed.

Easton gathers most of it in his hands and holds it to one side as he grips my shoulders. "Ride me, Faye. Do what feels good. Grind your pussy down until you come."

I'm too stunned to move. He wants me to ride him? I mean, I understand the concept, but I never pictured myself on top like this.

He smiles. "You can do it, baby. I promise you will love it. When you're on top, you control the pace, the depth, and the rhythm."

Mmm. I pull my feet up and plant them alongside his hips before lifting up a few inches. When I lower back down, I nearly giggle. I feel powerful. He's letting me control this.

"That's it, baby. Do it again."

I lift up again until he's almost entirely out of me, leaving just the tip inside. I stare down at his shaft, which is hovering at my entrance. It looks far too large to fit inside me, and yet it does. I slam back down.

Oh. My. God. It feels so good. I tip my head back and arch my chest forward so I can grind my clit against the base of his shaft. Amazing.

He holds my hair with one hand and brings the other around to cup my breast, flicking my nipple, doubling my arousal.

"Easton…"

"God, you're gorgeous, Faye. I'm never going to let you go. You're mine. I'm going to take control now, baby. I'm going to fuck you until you scream."

I don't know what he means, but he releases my breast and my hair, grabs my hips, holds me steady, and lifts his torso up and down, fucking me from beneath just like he promised.

I hold his gaze for as long as I can until my channel grips him harder as if it's not in my control. My orgasm is right there, and then it peaks. He senses this moment, thrusts harder, and then holds me down so his shaft is fully embedded in me.

I scream as I come, my channel pulsing around his erection. It's so much more intense than the orgasms I've had without him filling me. Seconds after the pulsing begins, Easton comes, too. He cries out, a primal sound that fills the room and probably the house.

I'm shaking violently with chills as the waves subside. Easton lifts me off his shaft and lowers me to my side next to him. He reaches over the end of the bed to snag the edge of a blanket and pulls it over us before hauling me into his arms, chest to chest, and holding me tightly.

He kisses my temple. "Faye…" The one word is so reverent.

It takes me a long time to stop shaking. Eventually, I relax into his embrace. I'm aware his erection is against my thigh, still hard. "Didn't you come?" I ask softly.

He chuckles. "I came, baby. My cock is just still hard. It's probably going to stay hard for a month."

I snuggle deeper against him. I feel oddly peaceful. Human. I just did a normal human thing. Maybe I can do more normal human things.