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tongue touched her clit, Faith came, her fingers curling around the edge of the counter.
    She figured he would stop there.
    She should have known better. Matthew never did anything halfway. It was definitely the plus side of dating a Type-A personality. While pleasure was still coursing through her body, Matthew dropped his mouth down to her pussy and thrust his tongue inside. Faith wailed, her body convulsing as Matthew lapped at her core. His tongue danced inside her, reaching deeper than she'd ever dreamed possible. Another wave of pleasure washed over her and she struggled to stay upright. She wanted to watch him, watch the contrast of his pale flesh against hers, watch him work that pink tongue between her dark folds. His lips wrapped around her clit and she came again, her hips bucking up against his face. He chuckled, the vibration moving across every nerve. And then, just when it was about to be too much, when her body was walking the border between pleasure and pain, he stopped.
    Matthew stood, licking his glistening lips as they curved upwards into a smile. “Do I even need to ask this time?”
    “I hope not,” Faith's words were breathless. “I think the answer was pretty obvious.”
    Matthew put his hands on the edge of the counter, one on either side of hers. “You are an amazing woman, Faith Williams.” He leaned forward and pressed an almost-chaste kiss on her lips. His tongue darted forward into her mouth, for the briefest of moments, taking with it the taste of their mingled juices.
    “How did I get so lucky?” Faith murmured as Matthew straightened.
    “I don't think it was luck,” Matthew reached for his phone. “I'm pretty sure it was your willingness to overlook me being a total ass-hat on our first date.”
    Faith laughed as she hopped off of the counter. “What are you doing?”
    “Calling for pizza,” Matthew answered. “It might not be romantic or homemade, but at least it'll be edible.”
    As Matthew put in their order – extra cheese, half pepperoni – Faith moved towards the sink to clean up. She grimaced as she walked. She hated wet panties. She paused and shimmied out of the pale pink cotton.
    “Fuck,” Matthew breathed the word.
    “What?” Faith turned towards him.
    “How am I supposed to eat knowing you're not wearing anything under that skirt?” Matthew's expression was one of such frustration that Faith had to laugh.
    “It could be worse,” Faith teased.
    “How?” Matthew sounded intrigued.
    Faith couldn't help herself. She was feeling particularly mischievous today. She leaned back against the sink. “You could be thinking about how easy it would be for me to sit on your lap, reach beneath me and unzip your pants. I could take you in hand, line you up and sink down on that thick shaft. Fuck you until you explode, filling me with your cum. I could have you lay down and straddle your head, ride your face until I cum, screaming your name.”
    “Fuck,” Matthew swallowed hard.
    He took a step forward, the hunger on his face clearly for something other than food. If there was one thing Faith had learned about Matthew's sexual appetite, it was that he was insatiable. They spent at least one weeknight together and weekends rarely saw them out of one apartment or the other for more than one excursion. They would go somewhere, then spend the remainder of their time together in various forms of physical contact. For once in her life, Faith was sexually satisfied by something other than her own hands or toys.
    “How much time until the pizza gets here?” Faith's pussy gave a throb.
    “Enough,” Matthew's voice was rough with desire.
    Before she could entirely process what was happening, Faith found herself on her hands and knees, the tile cool against her skin. Matthew flipped up the back of her skirt and shoved two fingers into her wet pussy. Faith cried out. It was too much, too soon. Her body hadn't yet recovered from her previous fucking. Every cell in her body was