The Princess of Denial

“Hey Faith, can I come in?” I hear B ask and she softly knocks on my bedroom door. I sigh and take a long pull from my beer bottle. I’ve been hiding out in here for three days. I called in sick at work and almost got fired but told ‘em that I have pneumonia and can’t come in for a couple of weeks. They didn’t believe me so I had Red magic up some fake medical records and fax them to my boss. He couldn’t argue after I ‘proved’ I wasn’t lying. Sometimes Red is really fuckin awesome, that’s for damn sure.


Anyway, I haven’t seen Buffy since the night of that little, well huge, emotional revelation we had in the alley behind Blender. I opened up to her, told her I loved her without actually saying the words, and then ran off like a pussy. This is the first time she’s tried to talk to me, but I can’t blame her. I attacked her for going down on her boyfriend, and then did a one eighty and started spilling my guts. If I were her I wouldn’t talk to me either.


“Yeah, B. The door’s open.” This is the first time I’ve had it unlocked since I came home that night. It’s not like I was expecting her or anything, I just forgot to lock it after I went to the bathroom. The door slowly opens and she walks in. My lungs stop working for a few seconds when I see her. What she’s wearing is totally simple: nice white top, long, flowing skirt with little designs on it, and the leather bracelet I gave her for her birthday last year. Her hair is straightened and I don’t think she’s wearing any makeup, but she looks so fucking beautiful.


“I need to talk to you,” she says softly. I don’t like the way she’s talking to me. It’s like she’s talking to some little animal that’s been cornered and it either has to run or stay where it is and have its heart explode from the fear. She shuts the door and I get a little nervous. I don’t know why I’m getting so nervous. If she wanted to kick my ass for the way I acted the other night she wouldn’t be acting so…nonthreatening. I finish off my beer, that’s only the second one I’ve had today, and toss the empty bottle in the trash.


“Alright, B. Hey, before you start, you mind handing me another?” I ask her and she looks a little annoyed for just a second. I know that look, and I’m not getting it because of what I asked her. No, she’s looking at me like that because of the sound of my voice. I’m trying to act like this isn’t a big deal, like she came up here to talk about shoe shopping or something when in fact I know exactly what she wants to talk about and how fuckin serious it really is.


“I haven’t seen you,” she says and grabs a bottle out of my mini-fridge. She grabs one for herself and opens both bottles with her bare hand. It would be impressive if she wasn’t a slayer. She hands me one, and sits down on the edge of my bed. She takes a long pull from hers. I guess she needs to calm her nerves or something. I instantly chug mine and half of it is gone within seconds. “At first I thought maybe you went to see Giles, but then Willow said you’ve just been….” She trails off and I raise my eyebrow at her.


“Red said I’ve been what, B?” I ask and take a small sip from the bottle. B does the same but I think it’s just to buy herself some time. She looks really nervous, like she thinks I’m gonna get mad and punch her or something. Why does everything always have to get so fucked up between us? It seems like whenever things start going right something comes along and fucks it all up. I know that you have to take the bad with the good and that without the miserable shit you’d never be able to tell when you’re really happy, but I’m getting sick of this shit.


“She said that you’ve been hiding…from me,” she says and takes another long pull from the bottle. It’s almost all gone. Good things I stocked up the other day when everyone else was gone. It’s not like I’ve been in here for three straight days. I just left when no one was around to see and came back before they got home. If that makes me a pussy then so be it. “I don’t believe her though. I mean, who hasn’t wanted to just stay in their room sometimes…for days at a time. It’s a perfectly normal thing for people to do occasionally.” I have to fight the smile ‘cause she’s kinda overwhelming me with cuteness.


“Right,” I say and finish off the bottle. She finishes hers off and then grabs two more outta the fridge. Wow, she must really be nervous if she’s taking without even asking. She normally doesn’t do that with my stuff ‘cause she knows how possessive I can be. She hands me the new bottle and we sit in silence for a few minutes, slowly nursing our drinks and avoiding eye contact. I honestly didn’t know how this conversation was going to go, but this is totally not what I was expecting.


“Why don’t you go ahead and cut to the chase, B?” I ask and she finally looks at me again. Even though I’m the one who’s been avoiding her I still feel a little mad that I haven’t gotten to see her eyes for a couple of days. I know it’s only been three but it feels like forever. That sounds so fuckin stupid. Look at this shit, we’re not even a couple and she’s turned me into a total chick. Could this get any worse? “I know you didn’t come in here to sit in an awkward silence and drink beer. Unless you did, then by all means, keep doin what you’re doin.” That makes her smile a little and I’m glad. She has a pretty smile and I’ve missed it too.


“I just wanted to explain a few things,” she says and she sounds really fuckin nervous. Her voice even quivered a little bit. I have no one to blame but myself for that. She’s trying to meet me halfway and I’m making it hard for her. Why do I always have to make everything so fuckin difficult? “What I said the other night.” My stomach ties itself into knots as the memory of her yelling at me and looking at me like she was pissed enough to kill come crashing through my mind. I really don’t need the reminder, being there was bad enough.


“I’m sorry. I didn’t have any right saying those things to you. I know how hard you’ve been trying since you got out of prison and I know you don’t sleep around anymore. I’m sorry for speaking to you that way.” She breaks the eye contact and looks down at her bottle of beer. She really does look guilty so I know she isn’t saying all of this just for my benefit. She really does want me to forgive her. It’s kinda weird how backwards things have been lately. “Faith?” She looks up into my eyes again and my heart skips a beat. “Do you have anything you wanna say?” Great, she really does expect me to participate in this conversation.


“I’m sorry too, B. I didn’t mean to ruin your night. What you and your boy do is your business only. Didn’t mean to interrupt like that,” I tell her and shrug my shoulder. I’m trying to be all casual about this. It’s no big deal, right? I mean, I’ve walked in on Red and Ken going at it more than a few times and they were doing exactly what B was. Well, not exactly ‘cause they were indoors and neither one is a guy, but potato potahto, right?


“That’s not what I was talking about. I meant, when you said those things to me before you ran off, did you….” She trails off and she looks down at her beer again. I have no idea what she’s asking and it’s irritating as hell. Not her, just the situation. We used to be able to talk about almost anything and now we might as well be those two withdrawn teenagers back in Sunnydale, getting on each other’s nerves and never talking about the important stuff.


“What’s there to say, B?” I ask and I sound totally defensive. Probably because I feel like I need to be. The other night my walls were completely down and I let her see a part of me that I’ve never shown anymore before. Now that this alcohol is flowing freely through my veins that same vulnerable feeling is starting to come back. “It’s not like you’re bi, or gay or whatever. You’ve never even been with a chick before, unless you and Red were serious into the extracurricular activities in college.” She gets this totally grossed out look on her face like she has a horrible taste in her mouth.


“Eww, no. I could never do anything like that with Willow. We’re practically sisters, it would just be wrong.” Guess everything I’ve ever heard about what happens in a college is total bullshit. She finishes her beer and then tosses the bottle in the trash. She looks down at her lap for a minute and I can tell she’s trying to think of what she wants to say next. She takes in a little breath, almost like she’s preparing for a fight, and then she looks into my eyes.


“Let’s get back to the point I was trying to make. You have feelings for me,” she says and pauses for a second. My cheeks burn red with a blush and I swear that’s a little smile trying to force its way onto her face. God dammit, Buffy, I hate it when she does that. It makes me feel like a little kid or something. “But that doesn’t mean you have to run away from me. You didn’t even give me a chance to react.” I get defensive again, I can’t help it. She sounds like she’s blaming me for all this shit. Even if she’s not that’s the way it sounds.


“And what was I supposed to do, B, wait around for you to kick my ass?” I ask her and I sound a little pissed. I didn’t mean for my voice to sound like that but the combination of the alcohol and my guardedness is totally not helping things at all. She gets this weird, almost guilty look on her face and it makes my anger go away almost instantly. I don’t know why, it’s not like she said anything but I just can’t stay angry when she’s looking so…helpless. “You’re not the easiest person to read, Buffy. I thought that’s why you haven’t been up here. I was just so afraid you were going to hate me. We’re friends now, and I don’t think I can handle losing that.”


“I couldn’t hate you, Faith. Not for something like this,” she says and I don’t think I’ve ever heard her voice sound so small before. Maybe back in Sunnydale when she got booted out of her house and she told me not to be afraid to lead the girls, but that was different. This is a different kinda small. This isn’t bad. At least I don’t think it is. It’s like she’s trying to tell me something but she’s afraid to say the real words or whatever. Great, does she really expect me to read between the lines when I’m this buzzed? I can barely read between the lines when I’m sober.


“Oh yeah, B, and why’s that?” I ask and for once I try as hard as I can to not sound like a smart ass. I lean a little closer to her ‘cause if she’s going to be talking so quietly then I need to get closer to hear. Alcohol is good for a lot of things but it definitely dulls my senses even though I am a slayer. Sure, when I got adrenaline pumping through my system at the same time the affect isn’t as bad but right now I’m pretty calm. Anyway, she looks down at her lap for a few seconds, but then she looks up at me. Her head is tilted down a little and she’s looking up at me through her eyelashes. Goddamn, she looks so fuckin sexy right now.


“Because you can’t help how you feel,” she says all quiet again. She doesn’t sound small this time. I don’t know how to explain it. If I didn’t know any better I’d say she’s being quiet like this on purpose so I have to stay close to her. Yeah fuckin right, B’s the straightest chick I know, and trust me: I’ve met a lot of straight chicks in this town. “When you said all that stuff about wanting me I was so completely shocked at first, but then it started to make sense. You’ve been acting a little crazy lately and I was going crazy because you wouldn’t tell me why.” She smiles a sweet little smile and I can’t help but smile back.


“Nice to know I wasn’t the only one losing my mind,” I say with a little chuckle. I finish off my beer because I don’t want this shit to go to waste. It’s brewed locally and the guy is fuckin good at what he does. I toss the bottle into the trash and I look over at B. I take a second to just really fuckin look at her. She looks hot right now, but that’s not the word I’m lookin for. She almost looks like she’s glowing. The same feeling from a few nights ago comes back. I wanna reach out and touch her. Now that I know what it means instead of being all confused, I know it’s because I wanna take her in my arms and love her.


I make what could probably be called the dumbest decision I’ve ever made in my entire life. I lean over slowly, giving her a chance to back away if she wants, and I kiss her. Well, it’s a kiss in the very basic definition. My lips are pressed against hers but there’s no movement at all. There’s a spark, like an electric jolt that courses through my entire body when my lips touch hers. It’s something I’ve never felt in my entire life. Well, once when I was little and stuck a paper clip in an outlet but that doesn’t count.


I pull back from her like I’ve been burned and my breathing is all fucked up. I shut my eyes and wait for the angry slap. I wait for her to get pissed off and start yelling at me for coming on to her. I wait for the speech about how it’s ok for me to have feelings for her because it’s not my fault who I fall for, but we’re never going to be more than friends so acting on them is totally out of line. Yeah, I’ve had that speech before in the past but let’s not bring that shit up. But the slap never comes, she doesn’t say a fuckin word and I slowly open my eyes.


I look into B’s eyes and they look different. They’re darker, and her pupils are a little bigger. Her cheeks are flushed and she’s breathing heavier. Because I’m still so close I can feel every quick exhale puff against my lips and cheeks. It feels fuckin weird. Like all my nerve endings are exposed and she’s blowing hot air on ‘em. Then I smell her. It’s that heavy smell of arousal that makes the judgment part of your brain completely shut off. At least that’s the excuse I’m going to use when she tries to kill me for kissing her again.


I lean in and that same fuckin jolt shoots down my spine and move through the rest of my body. I thought it was only gonna be a onetime thing but I guess it’s fuckin not. Other than that little jolt this kiss is nothing like the one before it. It isn’t passive at all, and the crazy fuckin thing is she’s actually kissing me back. Buffy fuckin Summers is kissing me back! Working on nothing but instincts, I quickly but carefully push her down onto the bed without breaking the kiss. Maybe if I keep her distracted she won’t notice that she’s lying down with me slightly off to the side.


Her lips feel so good pressing against mine. I’ve been with a lot of people but no one has ever kissed as good as Buffy. Did she take some type of class in college or is this all god given talent? Man my brain is thinkin some pretty fucked up shit. I need to just shut it off and stay in the moment before I do or say something that’ll ruin it. She’s not having the same problem I am. She’s moanin a little, and arching her back so her breasts are pressing against mine through our clothes. God she feels so fucking good.


I pull back from the kiss so I can do something I’ve always wanted to do, even back in high school when I thought this thing between us was just a lust thing. I look at her beautiful face and wait for her to open her eyes. She does, and what I see is the deepest green I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Fuck, that’s hot. Two more seconds go by and she finally does what I’ve been waiting for. My heart starts beating faster and it feels like it’s trying to pound its way through my chest. You have no idea how much I wanna do this.


Her bottom lip sticks out in a little pout, and before she can even get a word out I lean down again and gently suck on her lip. I softly tease it between my teeth and she lets out a nice long moan. Damn, that sounds so fuckin hot. It causes my pussy to contract and when it relaxes a flood of liquid pours out. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet in my entire life. There’s no way to be a hundred percent sure of that. It’s not like I gotta time machine that’ll let me go back and relive all those moments so I can double-check, but I think it’s a pretty safe bet that this is the wettest I’ve ever been.


A little part of me wants to deny what’s happening right now. It wants to say that I’m getting this wet and this turned on because I haven’t had sex in forever. But that’s not true. I’m this turned on because it’s Buffy. There’s no other explanation. I let go of her lip and pull back just enough to look into her eyes. I have a wait a few seconds for her to open them, and when she does I can’t help but smile. They’re so fuckin dark, and her pupils are huge. That plus the thick, heady smell that’s in the air it’s safe to say she’s just as turned on as I am.


“Buffy,” I whisper and leave a little kiss on the tip of her nose. She gets a cute little smile on her face so I do it again. Fuck, this chick has turned me into a total fuckin softy. I’ve never been this gentle or caring with anyone before. If she was just anyone else we’d already be naked and half way to happy town. But she’s not anyone else, she’s Buffy, and I wanna make this last for as long as possible. I look into her eyes again and get lost for a few seconds. What the fuck was I going to say? Oh yeah. “I want to kiss you.” Another cute smile pulls at her lips, and she gently caresses my face.


“We are kissing, goofball,” she says with a little giggle. That sound sends a little pang to my chest and I have no fuckin clue why. Maybe it’s because I’ve always wanted this. Not just the kissing and the touching, but the playfulness, the pet names, and all the other shit that goes along with being with someone. I mean really being with someone, not just fucking them. She gets a serious look on her face but the twinkle in her eyes lets me know its mock-seriousness. “Unless I’ve been doing it wrong for eleven years.” Could she be any more adorable? I don’t think so.


“I don’t mean kissing here,” I tell her and gentle lay my index finger down across her lips. Her eyebrows knit together in her cute confused look that I’ve always loved to see. I guess I was wrong because she does look even more adorable. “It’s great and everything and you’re awesome at it.” Cue the blush and shy look that always drives me crazy. “But I wanna….” I trail off and bite my bottom lip because I don’t know if I wanna risk scaring her off or not. If I say this wrong she could push me off her, and never talk to me again. I trail my eyes down her body and I know that it’s totally worth the risk. Fortune favors the brave, right?


“I wanna…” I trail off again, but this time I gently run my hand up her leg until I’m softly cupping her hot sex over her skirt. Her body trembles for a few seconds and her eye lids flutter closed. I wait until she looks at me again, and I nervously lick my lips. “I want to kiss you here. Can I?” I don’t think I’ve ever been more serious about wanting something in my entire life. Again, I have no data to back it up, but it’s a pretty safe bet. I don’t get a response right away. Maybe she didn’t hear me? I was whispering pretty quiet, maybe a little too quiet.


“Yeah, ok,” she whispers back and my heart feels like it just stopped. She’s actually going to let me do this? But wait, how do I know she wants me to do this and she’s not saying yes because she’s afraid she’s going to make me mad or something? Dammit, brain just shut up already! I thought Buffy was supposed to be the one who over thinks everything and I’m supposed to be the one who just dives into things head first. That might not have been the best metaphor…well, no. I guess it works pretty perfect.


“Faith,” she says in a breathy, almost whiney tone. Normally when she whines it annoys me, but now it sounds sexy as hell. She kisses me and the hand that’s been caressing my face slowly works its way into my hair. She runs her fingers through it, and then gives it a little tug. I can’t help but smile at that. Of course B is gonna be a little bit of a control freak in bed. She’s a control freak when it comes to almost everything else. Then she does something I wasn’t expecting. She starts grinding her pussy against my hand. “Faith, please don’t tease.”


What the fuck am I supposed to say to that? The right answer is: not a damn thing. I don’t completely blow the moment with words because anything I say is going to sound retarded. I leave another short kiss on her lips and slip down towards the foot of the bed. I’m holding myself up with my knees as I waste no fuckin time. I gently, but quickly move her skirt up her legs and run the palms of my hands along her silky skin. Fuck, her skin is so soft and smooth. Seriously, poetry could be written about this skin but I’ll save that for later.


I hook my fingers on the sides of her panties give a little tug. She lifts her butt up off the bed to help me out, and just like that they’re off in a flash. I toss ‘em to the other side of the room and hopefully she’ll forget about ‘em. I lied to her about those pink boyshorts that are in my underwear drawer, and I don’t make it a habit of stealing women’s underwear, but she’s not getting those back without a fight. When we’re sober tomorrow and she disowns me for doing this I want something to remember her by, ya know?


I start at her ankle and slowly kiss my way up her leg. I’ve always had a thing for B’s legs and you have no fuckin clue how long I wanted to do this. I’ve always wanted B, always. From the moment I saw her outside the Bronze, but I thought it was just lust. I thought I just wanted to fuck her a few times and then my itch would be scratched and cured. Thank god for Red or I’d still have my head shoved up my ass. It’s always been more than lust. I was just too fuckin stubborn to see it. Guess I can be too hard headed for my own good sometimes.


When I get to her knee she lets out this fuckin girly giggle. Hmm, her knees are ticklish. That’s good to know. Next time we have a movie night I’ll know where to attack when she doesn’t wanna hand over the popcorn. I get a devilish little smirk on my face and look into her eyes. She looks a little afraid but she smiles back. I kiss that same spot a couple more times and she starts giggling more and wiggling around a little. Damn, that’s fuckin hot. I give up on teasing and lay between her legs. What can I say? I’m just not a patient person.


I look into her eyes as I pull her skirt up the rest of the way and lay it on her waist. I don’t wanna try to take anything else off. She might realize what the fuck she’s about to do and panic. I really don’t feel like getting kicked in the head tonight, accidental or otherwise. I pull my eyes away from hers and look at her for the first time. I literally fuckin gasp and I feel like a freak for doing that. It’s not something that could be helped, ya know? She’s so fuckin perfect, and pink and wet. I haven’t even touched her yet and she’s dripping. I slowly lean down and take one long lick from her hole to her clit.


“Oh fucking god,” she moans and balls her fists around the blanket. The first thought I get when my tongue touches her hot, dripping pussy is: if it doesn’t get all over the place, it doesn’t belong in your face. I almost don’t fuckin hold it and start laughing but thank god I keep it together. That would’ve murdered the fuckin moment. I keep licking her that a starving cat lappin up a bowl of cream and this is the best fuckin taste I’ve ever had in my mouth. Seriously, hands down, no data needed to back it up.


“Faith,” she moans and I think I just came. That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever fuckin heard in my entire life. I love the way she moaned my name like that. I wonder if she would do it again if I asked her to? I don’t want to say anything though just in case she comes to senses and remembers that she isn’t single. Yeah, I’m not so lost in the moment that I forgot about everything that exists outside this room. I just really don’t give a fuck. Even if it means having to move out of the house tomorrow there’s no fuckin way I’m going to regret this.


“Faith, oh god,” she moans and this time I moan back. It sends little vibrations from my lips to her pussy and she lets out this little squeaky noise. She grabs a fistful of my hair and gives a little tug. Don’t bother me, B, I’m eating. I would say that to her if I didn’t think she’d haul off and punch me. She starts alternating between running her fingers over the back of my head and tugging hard on my hair. It’s starting to hurt and I can’t ignore it anymore no matter how much I want to just keep doin what I’m doin. And trust me I really fuckin wanna just keep doin this.


“What is it, B?” I ask and my voice is all breathless and shit. I pepper little soft kisses on her left thigh and she lifts her head up off the pillow and smiles at me. I hold her gaze for a few seconds and it feels like the whole world is just melting away. Why can’t it be like this all the time for us? Everything has been so fuckin hard lately and I hate it. We’ve been at each other’s throats, mostly ‘cause I’ve been a jealous bitch and it hasn’t felt right for weeks. “What do you need me to do, baby?” Oh fuck, did I just call her ‘baby’? I pray to fuckin god she doesn’t notice or she might freak and run.


“I need your tongue,” she says and lightly grinds her hips. She licks her lips and lightly tugs on my hair again. I smile a little bit and leave another kiss on her thigh. I wonder how far I can push before she goes all aggressive and shoves my face against her pussy? I start leaving openmouthed kisses on her thigh and gently suck on some of the really hot skin. She moans a little bit and tugs on my hair again. “Faith, I need your tongue inside me.” I was wrong earlier ‘cause that right there is the sexiest fuckin thing I’ve ever heard.


I look into her eyes and it’s like time fuckin freezes. The look in them is so fuckin intense and it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. I’ve seen her give this look before. I saw it when she was with Angel and I’d interrupt on purpose and say we needed to patrol. I saw her give it to Spike a couple times during the whole battle with the First thing. I’ve seen her give it to Marcus a lot over the last week every time she’s feeling frisky and wants to go upstairs. She’s never looked at me like this before even though I’ve always wanted her too and now that she finally is, it’s fucking amazing.


“Ok, B. All you had to do was ask. Quit with this hair pulling shit,” I say and smile a little. That moment was way too fuckin intense and now I’m all on edge and shit. I don’t wanna feel like this when I’m going to do what I’m about to do. I wanna be relaxed so I can keep enjoying this. She doesn’t get mad at me for being a smart ass. She just smiles and takes her hand off the back of my head. She grabs onto the blankets and I leave one last little kiss on her thigh. Right over the big ass hickie I left. Yeah, I marked her. Did you really expect anything different?


I blow hot air on her pussy and she lets out this moan like she’s being murdered and her head falls back against the pillow. I pull her legs up and put ‘em over my shoulders. If I’m gonna do this I wanna do it right, ya know? I use my fingers to pull her apart and get a real good look at her for the first time and she is hands down the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. But I’m biased so I could be wrong. Like I care, she’s Buffy, so of course she’s perfect. And I’m finally not being sarcastic about that.


I slowly stick my tongue inside her and she moans a little more. She’s wiggling around a little too, but I can tell she’s trying to control herself. I guess she doesn’t wanna snap my neck or something. I can tell she’s holding back because her muscles are starting to tremble really hard. Her thighs and her calves, and if I had to guess I’d say the rest of her is doing the same thing. I start moving my tongue around, touching and rubbing everything I can and her moans are getting louder and closer together.


Her walls are grabbing onto my tongue so fuckin hard if I tried to pull it out right now it’d probably be ripped from my mouth. That’s a really fuckin gross thought. I need to learn how to shut my mind off when I don’t need to be using it. I can tell she’s close to coming and I almost can’t wait. This is the closest I’ve ever come to feeling like a kid on Christmas. The anticipation, the excitement, and the adrenaline rush; it’s all there and it’s a feeling I’ve never felt before. I’ve never really cared about the other people I’ve been with. I didn’t really care if it was good for them or not but right now I care.


I want to feel her come and I want to feel it right fuckin now. I don’t think she’ll care that I’m being all impatient and shit. It’s not like this is a selfish need. From the sound of it and the way her body is reacting to me, she’s going to be getting a monster orgasm so I don’t think she’ll be complaining anytime soon. But what-the-fuck-ever. I need to pay attention if I’m going to make her scream her head off. That’s something that I really don’t wanna fuckin miss.


The heels of her feet are digging into my back and her thighs are really fuckin tense. If I didn’t have my hands on her hips, kinda holding her legs apart my head would be popped like a grape between her strong legs. I stroke my tongue on everything I can reach, and I let out a nice long moan to give her some vibrations. I thought she was going to moan real loud, or yell something, or start trying to grind my face off even more but she doesn’t do any of that. Nope, she just gasped in a breath and she’s dead fuckin quiet. Did I kill her or did she pass out?


“Faaaaaith, oh fuck. Do that again,” she moans and I can’t help but smile a little bit. She sounds so fuckin sexy when she moans my name like that. I wish there was a way I could hear it all the time. Damn, where’s a video camera when you really fuckin need it? Yeah right, B would probably kick my ass all the way across the country if she found out I videotaped this. But back to what I’m fucking doing. I moan long and loud again, only this time I rub her clit with my thumb. Instantly her whole body tenses up so fuckin tight that you could probably bounce a fuckin quarter off of her.


“Oh god! Oh fuck! Faaaaaith! Faaaaaith! Faaaaaith!” she screams out and the tension fuckin breaks. Her whole body starts shaking and she’s thrusting against me harder than she was before. I don’t think she can control what she’s doing and that’s just fine with me. If she’s all out of fuckin control like this it means I did an awesome job of getting her as high as she can go. I finally pull my tongue out and she lets out this little shudder. I can’t help but smile at that. I don’t know why exactly, but I just couldn’t help it.


I wait for her to calm down and I crawl back up the bed. I lie down beside her and just look at her face. Her eyes are closed, her skin is all red, and she’s sweating but she’s so fuckin beautiful. What she let me do to her, how bad she wanted it, the whole thing was just fucking awesome and there’s no way that I’m going to regret it now or ever. Tomorrow she’s going to hate me, she’s going to be so fucking pissed that I turned her into a cheater but I won’t be able to care. I love her so fuckin much that it doesn’t matter. I’ll leave if she wants me to but I’ll never fuckin regret this.