her mouth. She hadn't meant to say it, not like this. He hadn't said it yet and she didn't want to push things, didn't want him to feel obligated. The moment he turned, however, she saw his face and knew that it hadn't been too much. His eyes were wide and something akin to awe was written there. “You love me?”
She nodded, her heart in her throat. Their dinner date had taken a sudden, serious turn.
Matthew took two steps and took her face between his hands. “I love you, too.” He took her mouth then, tasting of wine and sauce.
Faith closed her eyes as her lips moved with his. As often as they'd practiced this particular dance, it never grew old. She didn't think she'd ever tire of kissing him, of the way it made her wet when his tongue caressed hers, of the ache that formed between her legs imagining that thick, strong muscle delving between other lips. His cock was swelling against her belly and she knew that he felt the same way. She was about to suggest that they move into the bedroom when Matthew's hands fell from her face and seized her waist.
She let out a surprised squeak as he lifted her onto the counter. They were the same height now and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him to her for another kiss. His hands slid up her legs, under her skirt, his palms warm against her flesh. He cupped her ass and pulled her to the edge. As she dug her fingers into his hair, his hands shifted position, one moving around to dip between her legs, the other going to his own waist.
She heard the sound of a zipper, the whisper of material, and nipped at Matthew's mouth. He growled, the primal sound twisting something deep inside Faith. He pulled back from their kiss, his eyes on her face as if watching for something. A moment later, she understood.
“Fuck,” the word ripped from deep inside her as Matthew snapped his hips forward and buried himself in her pussy with one swift movement. Her head fell back and Matthew's mouth attacked the soft skin of her throat, lips and teeth and tongue, sucking and scraping and biting until Faith was sure that she couldn't take any more. “Please, baby, please,” she wasn't even entirely sure what she was begging for, only that she needed him.
“You're so perfect,” his breath was hot against her skin, each word punctuated by a thrust. “Like I was made to be inside you, made to be with you.”
“I love you. I love you.” She couldn't think of anything to say but the only truth that her brain could still grasp at the moment, so she said it over and over again. Everything else had fled, reason, logic, everything but the man inside her. His scent. His skin. His voice.
Matthew cried out, her words pushing him over the edge and he emptied himself inside her, his hips jerking against her. Faith held him close, her body still strung tight, hovering on the precipice as her release waited, just out of reach.
“Faith,” his voice was muffled. Matthew pulled back and looked down at her, concern in his eyes. “You didn't...?”
She shook her head, not needing him to complete the question. “It's okay,” she started to say, not wanting to ruin the moment when they'd first confessed their love.
“No,” he shook his head. He took a step back, letting his softening cock slip from between her legs.
Her pussy throbbed with the loss and she made as if to climb down. Matthew put a hand on her leg, his expression serious. “I've got you.”
Faith blinked, unsure of his meaning. Was he going to finger her until she came? But even as she thought it, he lowered himself to his knees and her eyes widened. He'd kissed her after she'd gone down on him, sure, but this was something completely different. She'd never had a man do what she thought he was about to do.
Matthew didn't hesitate, didn't even make a face of distaste. He grabbed Faith's hips and pulled her towards the edge as he leaned forward, bringing her pussy to his face even as he moved to meet it. The instant his