Faith by Ashe Barker Page A

I’m guessing you might have missed me too, sweet Faith.” He withdraws, just to plunge his fingers in again. The sounds of my arousal seem to echo around the room, silent apart from our breathing and my own wetness.
    “Please, it’s been a long time. I need you…”
    “You will have me, love. And I’ll have you.” His other hand is on my waistband. At last he shoves the denim down over my hips. I wriggle a little and the jeans drop around my ankles. “Step out.”
    I obey, standing before him now in just my new sexy underwear—my bra and the matching thong. I watch his reflection in the mirror on my wardrobe as Ewan stands back to admire my ensemble. He circles me slowly, his slow, steady perusal disconcerting in its thoroughness. He examines every detail, wordless as he concentrates on my body now exposed and displayed for him.
    “You take my breath away, sweetheart.”
    I shake my head. One of us may be breath-taking, but sexy lingerie or not, it isn’t me.
    His eyes narrow. “Yes. Don’t argue with me. I know what I’m talking about. It’s my breath.”
    “Okay. I’m sorry. But please, could you fuck me now?”
    “I could. But is there some rush? Somewhere you need to be? Your lovely meal about to be burnt to a crisp perhaps?”
    I grimace, conscious of my new thong, drenched and quite possibly beyond redemption by now. “No. It’s me who might self-combust.”
    “Ah, so eager. I do admire enthusiasm, but you would do well to learn patience too, little Faith. It’ll be all the better for waiting.” He makes no move to put me out of my misery.
    “Maybe, I could, I will. But not right now. Please.” I could remove the rest of my clothing myself, for all the difference it’s making, but I don’t. Ewan is setting the pace here. It’s not the pace I prefer, but I know I’ll succumb to his wishes anyway.
    “Definitely. But you’re right, now’s not the time.”
    Thank God! He steps behind me and unfastens my bra. The cream lace slithers down my arms and drops onto the carpet. I wait, expecting him to slide my thong away too, but instead he places his hands on my shoulders and turns me to face the bed.
    “I want you to lean forward and open your legs. Arch your back for me.”
    I twist to look at him over my shoulder. “What? Why?”
    “Humour me, Faith. I’ll make it worth your while. I promise.”
    Still not quite comfortable with this turn of events, I do as he asks. I bend at the waist to place my hands on the end of the bed.
    “Further. I want your bum in the air. Lower your upper body more, lean on your elbows.”
    I comply, quashing my feelings of self-consciousness as he moves to stand behind me. The scrap of lace is still in place covering most of my pussy, but I feel exposed even so. I flinch as his palm cups the curve of my right buttock.
    “Lovely arse, Faith.”
    “Er, thank you. I think.” Usually when I present myself in this manner, at least of late, it has been in expectation of a spanking at Fairlawns. Even then, I don’t feel nearly so exposed, so vulnerable. A spanking is not what Ewan has in mind, I’m certain of that. But his interest in my bum is beyond doubt.
    He caresses my bottom, using both his hands to ease the cheeks apart. The narrow strip of lace between my buttocks slips to one side and I know he’s looking at my rear hole. I shift on my feet, embarrassed to the core.
    “Ewan…?”
    “Hush, love. Let me look at you. I won’t hurt you.”
    “I know, but…” My words come to an abrupt end as he pulls the strip of lace fully aside to reveal my pussy.
    “Mmm, so wet. Glistening.”
    He trails his fingertip around the outline of my inner lips. I gasp, clenching.
    “You like that?”
    “Yes, I fucking like that. Ewan, stop teasing me. You know what I want.”
    “I know you want me to fuck you. You said so. You didn’t tell me you wanted this…” He slides two fingers inside me. I let out a low, keening moan. “…but I think perhaps you do. Am I