Finding Faith (7 page)

A blanket was spread out at home base so we could watch the stars. But not before I checked for stones underneath, I wasn’t going to take any chances on having the night ruined. Once I was convinced the blanket was perfect, I started to lay the rest of my plan of seduction out. A bucket of ice cradling champagne at the upper left corner, a dozen mauve calla lilies directly across from the bottle at the right end, my Ipod at the other corner playing Michael Buble and, on the final corner, I set out a faded brown journal with a silk crimson colored book mark placed inside.

By the time I was done, I was sure she should have been there. My phone didn’t show any missed messages and she was fifteen minutes late. I sent her a text and waited.

I was about to text Faith again when, as if on cue, a light wind picked up and she was walking towards me. My heart jumped into my throat. It always did when I saw her, but tonight it stayed there, frozen in fear of rejection.

Her black hair was blowing untamed around her head, making me wish I was the cause for it. It was a wet dream brought to life. The summer dress she had on was flowing and fluttering like the kind of kisses I wanted to do against her creamy thighs.

Before she could cross any more of the field, I darted up to her, wrapping my arms around her tiny waist, pulling her against me hard, attacking her mouth with a long, desperate kiss.

As our lips separated I noticed faint circles around her eyes. “You had a soccer game today?” I asked, while also noticing her nose looked messed up.

“What?” Faith asked seeming confused.

“You have the start of black eyes,” I said tracing the light purple hue of one of the circles tenderly with my thumb. “Did you break your nose trying to head bump the ball?”

“Yeah, I guess.” She fidgeted in her spot before continuing, “I made a pretty stupid move.” Faith’s cheeks flushed with the admission.

Faith prided herself on being one of the best defensive players on her team. To get a broken nose from such a simple move for her was a huge deal.

Faith’s eyes moved to the scene I had carefully set up, bringing me back to the reason we were here. I had been so enveloped in her injuries I missed her reaction to what I had done to surprise her. Without letting go I stood back, excited to see her expression.

The heart that had been stuck in my throat plummeted to my feet. Faith’s eyes were unblinking and her face pale.

Crap, she doesn’t like it.

With a brief kiss on the tip of her nose, I asked, “So, do you like it?” I swayed around in place, waiting for her to respond, feeling as if I were six years old again. Faith didn’t respond.

“Are you surprised?” I asked again. This time when I went to give her a kiss I caught the flash of a downturned mouth and a shine in her eyes. I leaned in and gave her a tender kiss.

I didn’t mean for her to cry. I hated to see her cry.

“You did this for me?” Faith’s voice cracked and she kept her eyes trained on the display I had made. A single fading overhead light shone over the blanket like a weak spotlight.

“Of course I did. You deserve better than this, and one day I want to give it to you, but I hope that tonight this will do. Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve to have you.”

My stomach hurt, like a vice was squeezing it, with the thought of what I was going to do soon. This wasn’t the reaction I thought she would give, so I was thrown off. I let go of her waist and wrapped her hand in mine and led her to the blanket.

As I reached the edge of the blanket I was met with resistance. Faith stood still, taking in every corner one at a time, her face still blank. I let go of her and sat in the center of the blanket, opening my arms and legs for her to come cuddle with me. It felt like an eternity for her to look at me and see what I was silently asking.

Like a switch, Faith’s expressionless face smiled. She hopped over to me and plopped herself directly in the center of my legs, leaning up against me, letting out a sigh of contentment.

She turned her head up and put a quick kiss on my jaw. “Thank you, this is exactly how I want to remember tonight.” Then she placed another kiss in the same sensitive spot, making me groan.

My cock was already twitching away from the first sight of her. I ate her up, wrapping her up completely with all of my limbs, resting my head on her shoulder, burying my nose in her hair. “You had me worried for a second,” I whispered in her ear. My heart leapt back into my throat as I felt the box digging into my hip.

I planted an open kiss under her ear where I knew she went crazy and felt her tense up under my touch. “We’re okay, right?” I asked, placing another kiss under the last. “You seem a little tense.”

Faith tilted her head, giving me easier access to her throat, but also letting her see me out of the corner of her eye. “No, John, it’s great. Really,” she said softly.

I made a trail of kisses leading to the curve of her shoulder before saying, “Then what’s wrong? Something doesn’t feel right, Faith.” I put another kiss on her shoulder. “You can tell me anything. Don’t you trust me?”

“John, you’re one of the only people I do trust. I just want you to make love to me. Please.”

“There’s no rush. I want tonight to be special.

Did you get to see everything?” I looked around and then back at her. “Do you want some champagne?”

Faith shook her head, her eyes heavy with lust. That was all I needed. My mouth was on hers before she could take another breath.

My stiff cock pushed against her mound through her thin dress as I pulled the straps down to free her breasts. My mouth moved down, covering the exposed puckering nipple, engulfing it with the heat of my mouth as I suckled to make it tighter.

I rolled and pinched the opposite nipple as I continued to tease the first with my mouth. Faith let a purr escape her throat, her body going completely slack in my hands.

The free hand went up her dress and found drenched panties. “Faith, I don’t think I’ve ever felt you this wet before. Shit, it’s making me harder. I didn’t even know that was possible.”

With one tug I ripped off her panties, her arousal hitting my nose. “God, Faith, Do you have any idea how hard I’m trying to control myself right now?” I shoved her panties in my pocket for safe keeping next to the box.

Her smell drove me insane. I ground my stone hard cock that was still hiding behind my jeans against her heat. Instead of relieving me of my pain it made me cringe more.

Faith could only shake her head and moan. I had never been like this with her before and she was completely lost to me. Her eyes were glued to mine, telling me something but I couldn’t figure out what. She reached a hungry hand between us and rubbed my cock. With the attention she gave me and the surge of emotions I felt for her I was ready to come.

I went back to the burning slit between her legs and inserted first one finger, massaging her inside until she let out another purr. To make her nice and soaked, I inserted another finger and found her sensitive spot, rubbing. I wanted to drive her mad, adding my thumb in circular motions to her clit as I finger fucked her. She started to clench my fingers with her pussy, arching her back up involuntarily.

She screamed out, “Yes, yes, yes. More, more,” her words coming between pants. I kept up my relentless attack until I could feel her squirt on my finger, her come dripping down onto my hand.

I didn’t want her to forget this night as long as we lived. I knew I wouldn’t.

“Ouch. John, something’s poking me.”

“How could it not, you’re so damn sexy. That was such a turn on. I don’t know how I didn’t come just by watching,” I said, with a smug chuckle.

“No, John. It’s in your pocket. What is it?”

I had gotten so swept up in Faith I forgot about the ring I was planning to give her. I had meant to do that first.

“Don’t worry about that. It’s for you, but I can give it to you later.” I hiked up her dress as I descended, meeting the top of her curls that I loved. Like two magnets pulled to each other, I sucked in her clit.

I licked her from top to bottom making her wetter than she already was.

“John, please I need you in me.”

“I know, baby, you’ll get it, trust me.” I was answered back with a hand full of my hair being pulled eagerly.

A burning filled where she tugged and it got me excited, making me want to pleasure her even more.

Once I drove her to the verge again, I undid my pants and slid the entire length of my cock deep inside her. With slow, steady thrusts, I worked her until she was scratching at my back, pulling my hair, screaming like a wild animal. “Harder, John, faster. I don’t want to forget this. Please,” she screeched out as I pounded into her again and again, bringing us both to climax.

“Faith, I love you,” I groaned out as my hot cum spurted inside her. I buried my head deep into her neck and breathed in the smell of her, me, us.

We both lay in silence, trying to catch our breath. I rolled onto my back taking her with me.

Had it always been like this, or was it because tonight would be special? I was trying to remember. Another gust of wind blew, causing the sweat on my skin to form goose bumps.

I helped Faith fix her dress, making sure not to touch bruises I noticed forming on her ribs. Damn, girls played hard. Once we had our clothes back in place, I got up to get us a drink.

“You sure earned this, sweetheart,” I said, opening the bottle like a pro, not spilling a drop. It only took me ten bottles and a couple hundred dollars to make it look that easy.

Faith was sitting curled up with her legs bent to her chest, her head resting on her knees, watching me. She could watch me for days. She would tell me she loved the way I moved so deliberate.

“No, I didn’t. You did everything,” she said, with a dreamy voice.

“Umm, wrong. Do you want to see the blood on my back? Will that be enough proof? I didn’t realize I had my own kitty, meow. I can only hope you’ll grow up to be my cougar.” I lifted an eyebrow, giving her a wink.

Faith smiled, shaking her head at me. I could always make her laugh.

“Faith, you look pale. Are you feeling all right,” my joking, disappeared. I put the back of my hand to her forehead. “You feel fine. What is it?” I rested my hand on her bare shoulder and bent down to look her in the eyes. She looked away.

Faith was rubbing her hands on her sundress. Before I could ask her about it, she jumped up. “I can’t stay, John, I need to go.” She looked around like she was forgetting something.”

“What?”

“John, I have to go. I love you for doing this for me.” The color in her face was slowly draining.

“You can’t leave yet, we have to talk. I have to ask you something really important.” I couldn’t let her leave yet. I hadn’t done what I needed to do. A surge of panic steamrolled over me. I knew I had to persuade her to stay longer, but how?

“We haven’t had a chance to really say hi yet. You haven’t had any champagne. I wanted to make tonight special.” I tried not to let my hysteria show, but I doubted I was successful. It was like Godzilla stepping on your home hysteria.

“Making me gush like a faucet wasn’t saying hi? I would hate to see what would happen if you said good-bye,” Faith said. Her eyes bugged out for a split second and then she looked around, almost as anxious as I felt. She was raking her hands through her raven hair, fidgeting with her hands, unable to hold still. Her eyes were shining, ready to break down into tears. She didn’t notice my turmoil. I must have been hiding mine better.

“I like to think of it more as a handshake,” I said, with a weak chuckle, wanting to lighten our moods.

Faith’s coloring quickly turned pasty. I went to her, pinning her arms to her sides to keep her near me, but it didn’t stop her from looking everywhere else except at me.

“Faith, calm down. Do you not feel well, is that it?” I had to make a conscious effort to not squeeze so tight. I didn’t want to hurt her. Faith only nodded her head, taking a big gulp.

I didn’t want her to associate her marriage proposal with being sick. To be honest, I was feeling unsure about doing it now too. I wished I could have kept my dick in my pants long enough to have asked her when she had first gotten here and then made love to her.

When she asked me so desperately I couldn’t deny her and, truthfully, I didn’t want to. I never denied Faith. I liked seeing her happy, even if it meant we did what she wanted, when she wanted.

“Let me pack all this up and get it in your car. Then I’ll drive you back
home
.” I let go of her and turned so I could pick everything up.

“No, John, I need to go before I get sick. I don’t want you seeing me this way,” Faith said, her voice sounding farther away with each word that came out.

When I spun back to her she was running to her car. “Faith, wait, don’t leave. I’ll take care of you.” I chased after her, but she must have run when I turned because I couldn’t catch up.

“Don’t worry, John. I’ll call you if I can.”

She got in her car, stuck her head out of the open window, blew me a kiss and then she was gone.

For her to say she wasn’t deserving enough to be with me boggled my mind. All the years we had dated I felt it was me who wasn’t worthy.