Free Loving Faith by Sara Hooper

himself, coating himself with the smell of flowers. When his hand made its way over his sculpted abs, her eyes followed and her desire returned sweet and sharp, an instant flame. Matthew stroked himself once, twice, his cock filling and swelling as his blood rushed south. He joined her under the spray, but kept their bodies apart, the tension between them thick and hot.
    After a few minutes, Matthew reached around her to turn off the water, his eyes locked with hers, their bodies still inches apart. He reached outside of the shower and retrieved a large, fluffy towel and proceeded to dry her off. Though the thick cotton was between their skin at all times, Faith could feel the electricity between them, burning through the fabric as if it didn't exist. He wrapped it around her, covering her breasts and hitting her mid-thigh. He then got a second towel and dried himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist. His erection was easily visible beneath the towel and Faith felt a throb of desire.
    “Take me to bed,” Faith whispered.
    Matthew's eyes darkened. “Your wish is my command.” He lifted her into his arms again and she put her arms around his neck. They still didn't kiss as he carried her back to her bedroom and laid her gently onto the dove gray comforter. Matthew climbed onto the bed as well, and settled on his knees next to her. Carefully, as if unwrapping the most precious of gifts, he loosened her towel and then opened it, baring her milk chocolate flesh. Her nipples were still hard little bullet points, the tips sticking up into the cool air of the room.
    “I want you to know just how special you are to me,” Matthew ran his fingertips over Faith's collarbone to her shoulders and then down her arms. The wandering digits returned to her torso just as slowly. “How I would never give you up, never want anything but you.” He trailed down over her firm breasts, lazily circling her nipples before caressing each one. “You are so beautiful, inside and out. Skin as soft as silk. The most perfect breasts with nipples so responsive to my every touch.” His questing hands moved south, dancing across the plane of her stomach to the cleft between her legs. “Strong, supple body where every curve fits so perfectly against me.” He hovered over her pussy but didn't touch. When he moved down her legs, Faith made a sound of pure frustration that he ignored.
    Faith was sure she wasn't going to survive this if Matthew insisted on moving this slowly. The smolder of embers inside her had burst into a full-fledged flame and it was all she could do to keep herself from squirming. Then Matthew lowered his head and began peppering her body with kisses, light ones, open-mouthed ones, licks from his sinfully hot tongue, scrapes of his teeth; she couldn't hold back her whimper. The moment his lips latched around one nipple, she cried out, her back arching as a jolt of pleasure went straight to her pussy. She could feel herself dripping onto the towel beneath and had a moment to wonder how Matthew was controlling himself, then his teeth were nibbling at one elongated tip and she was calling his name.
    His mouth left her body as he shifted his position, nudging apart her legs. She parted them willingly, always eager for him to be inside of her. As always, he didn't disappoint. Matthew stretched out between her legs and lowered his head to her already wet pussy. He ran his tongue from her entrance to her clit, slow and leisurely exploring every inch of her. Gone was the fierce, aggressive lover who could force her body into heights before unknown. This was a languid worship of her body, one that brought the pleasure to a simmer, keeping it there just below the surface until every cell screamed for relief.
    When he raised his head, Faith nearly sobbed, her body writhing as it sought its release. Then, with one smooth thrust, he entered her and she came. Her nails clawed at the comforter as Matthew continued to sink into her wet