Loving Faith (2 page)

At the end of the shoot, as they'd been packing up for the day, Madison had called out that she'd text Faith the time and place of Friday's date and then she'd vanished, giving Faith no time to back out of it. Which Faith knew was smart thing to do. She regretted agreeing to the date pretty much the moment she said yes. She liked men well enough, she just didn't see the point of wasting her time dating. If she had an itch, she scratched it, whether with a guy she picked up – something she'd never share with her mother – or on her own.

Speaking of which.

Faith stripped off her clothes as she walked, letting her hands roam over her skin as her mood shifted from business to pleasure. Her dark brown nipples hardened from the cool caress of air-conditioning and she cupped her breasts, running her fingers over the wrinkled nubs. She closed her thumb and forefinger around her right nipple and tugged, sending a bolt of pleasure straight through her. She supposed she could just use her hand, but she wanted more than her fingers tonight. Her entire body was strung tight and she didn't think a few flicks to the clit would give her the relief she craved. She needed something a bit more... filling. She went into her bedroom and opened the middle drawer in her nightstand. Her toy drawer. Some tame, some maybe not so much, but those were generally used with a partner. What she wanted now was something that would satisfy the ache between her legs.

“No,” Faith shook her head at her small vibrator and the slender dildo next to it. Her eyes moved to the larger piece of dark flesh-colored rubber. Nine inches long and at least five inches thick, it was a little over the average size of the men she'd been with over the last few years. Some had been smaller, some larger, but the thing that set this particular shaft apart was that she knew exactly how to work it. It would hit that sweet spot inside her that made her legs shake and her eyes roll back. That was what she wanted. “There we are.” She picked up the toy and then, after a moment, grabbed the slender one as well. She was feeling a bit adventurous.

She quickly debated the merits of doing this on the couch versus the bathtub before settling on the tub. Easier clean up and, if she sat on the edge, she could just slip right into the water when she was done. She left the tub filling with water and lavender-scented salts, and poured herself a glass of red wine. She'd have a salad afterwards. She never did eat much when it started getting hot out.

By the time the first few sips of wine were making their way through her system, she was more than ready to go. She settled on the edge of the tub, the tile ledge cool against her overheated skin. She propped her legs up on either side of the tub, shivering as the air touched her glistening folds. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, letting a fantasy fill her mind. She slid a hand between her legs, her fingers coming in contact with her clit. She moved in slow circles, losing herself in the sensation.

Long, strong fingers moved over her body, massaging tense muscles, cupping her breasts. Talented fingers rolled her nipples into hard little points, tugging on the tips until they stood out. His hands moved downward, digits dipping beneath her folds to find her clit, hard and throbbing.

Little ripples of pleasure raced along her nerves, sending a rush of wet to her pussy. She removed her hand and reached for the toy. As she pushed the thick shaft into her cunt, she whimpered, filling herself inch by pleasurable inch. She loved the feel of being stretched, the intensity of no real preparation. Once it was fully sheathed inside her, she left it there, letting her body adjust for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her muscles twitching as they struggled to adapt to the intrusion.

He entered her slowly, the struggle written on his face as he fought the urge to bury himself with one stroke. He was so large and it had been so long. Her pussy clung to his cock, the passage almost too tight.

When she started to move the shaft in and out, she couldn't hold back little moans of pleasure. The tip of the toy rubbed against her g-spot, sending jolts of pleasure through her with each contact. The pressure began to build inside her, driven by the images in her head as well as the movements of her hands.

His cock pounded into her, hitting her just right until she knew she would explode. The sight of his dark flesh disappearing into her own was enough to make her cry out. His muscles rippled beneath his rich, brown skin and she dug her nails into his muscular ass, spurring him forward.

Faith reached for the slender plastic cylinder. She quickly withdrew the larger shaft and slipped the smaller inside, wetting it as her fantasy changed.

He rolled them over so that she was on her stomach, her legs spread as he continued to thrust into her. A moment later, she gasped as she felt the tip of something against her ass.

Faith shoved the larger dildo back into her pussy and moved the smaller to her other hole. She swore as the tip breached the tight ring of muscle. Slowly, she worked the smooth shaft into her ass.

He moved with practiced ease, sliding his cock from her pussy even as he pushed the toy forward into her ass. He emptied and filled her with increasing fervor, every stroke sending a new wave of ecstasy washing over her. Finally, he pushed the toy inside her and left it there as he began to pound into her pussy. Each time he bottomed out, his pelvis would hit against the end of the dildo, jostling it and sending new pleasure racing along her nerves. She could feel the pressure building and...

Faith pushed both toys inside her at the same time and came with a sharp cry. She held them in place as her body shook, her breasts heaved with every shuddering breath. Her limbs still twitched with aftershocks when she slipped the dildos from her body and slid down into the scented water. She sighed as every muscles relaxed, basking in the afterglow as much as the water. She closed her eyes as she soaked. She really didn't see the need for a man when she did so well by herself.

***

She'd always hated picking out what to wear on a blind date. This wasn't someone she'd met before, someone who she would know how they looked at women, how they would look at her. They were meeting at a popular restaurant which could mean anything from dress jeans to a dress. Matthew was a lawyer so she was leaning towards the latter rather than the former. Then she had to decide if she wanted to dress for polite admiration or attraction. That left things open too. Was he an ass man? Or should she play up her relatively long, athletic legs? Would he be more interested in her firm tits or full lips? After an hour of second guessing, she decided she would dress as if joining a female friend and just be herself. She really didn't have the time for games. Once she'd made that decision, things went much more smoothly. She settled on a sleeveless black and white dress that hugged her slender body and hit her mid-thigh. Strappy black sandals that showed off her teal nail polish, and a thrift store silver and teal wrap that matched her chunky jewelry – necklace, earrings and two bracelets – and finished off the outfit. She'd always loved putting a personal touch on whatever she wore, it always helped her confidence.

When she followed the hostess back to Matthew's table a half an hour later, she felt more prepared than she would've in a more traditional outfit. Then she saw him and blinked. Bronze hair that looked like it would be a mess if it hadn't been carefully tamed. Dark green eyes that matched his shirt. A tanned, handsome face and, from what she could see, a lean body.

She just hadn't realized that he'd be white. Judging by the flash of surprise in his eyes, Madison hadn't told him that she was black. It made sense, Faith supposed. Madison's mother was white, her father black. She'd told Faith before that she never considered herself one thing or the other.

“You must be Faith,” Matthew stood and extended a hand. “Madison's told me a bit about you.”

“I'm betting she left a few things out,” Faith said wryly as she shook his hand.

“True,” Matthew admitted. He motioned to the seat opposite him. “She failed to mention your snazzy fashion sense.”

He got points for addressing, but not addressing, the elephant in the room, Faith decided as she sat.

“I took the liberty of ordering us some wine. I hope white's all right,” Matthew poured her a glass without waiting for an answer.

He lost points for that. Faith hated it when men did things like that for her. It wasn't being nice or chivalrous, just arrogance, thinking that they knew what she would want.

“Did you order my meal for me as well?” Faith kept her tone light, but Matthew caught the annoyed undercurrent.

“Sorry,” he flashed a grin. “I have a bad habit of forgetting myself.”

“So it seems,” Faith allowed herself to return his smile. At least he'd admitted that he'd overstepped. As a gesture, she took a sip of the wine without complaint. She preferred red, but this wasn't too bad.

“Madison tells me you're a photographer,” Matthew took a small drink from his glass. “She didn't tell me details. Do you do family portraits, senior pictures, or are you more of a wedding person?”

Faith shook her head. “I work for a magazine.
The Oracle
. I'm their primary photographer.”

“Really?” Matthew looked surprised.

“Is there something wrong with that?” Faith knew she sounded defensive, but something about Matthew's tone just irked her; she wasn't even sure why.

“Did you take the picture of the meteor shower a few months ago?”

Now it was Faith's turn to be surprised. “You remember that?”

A sheepish expression crossed Matthew's face. “My assistant had it on her desk and it caught my eye.”

“Oh, well, thank you.”

The conversation stilled as the waiter came over to take their orders. Thankfully, Matthew didn't try to speak for her then. Faith was fairly certain that if he had, she would've had to explain to Madison why she'd stuck a fork in her friend's hand. And then deal with the lawsuit she'd inevitably have. It ended up being a moot point and when the waiter walked away, Faith changed the conversation.

“Madison mentioned you were a lawyer,” she hated how trite the transition sounded, but she couldn't think of anything else to say.

Matthew nodded. “It's my second year as an assistant district attorney.” He couldn't quite keep the smugness out of his voice. “I was an associate for two year and then was promoted up after a big case.”

“She said you'd just moved here,” Faith picked at the breadstick she'd retrieved from the basket.

“I transferred from the Nashville office,” Matthew took a bite of his own bread. “They say I'll be a first chair in a year or two here. I figure I'll be the DA before I'm forty, maybe even thirty-five which puts me in position to be a judge by the time I'm forty, forty-five.”

“Ambitious, aren't you?” Faith looked around for the waiter and barely stopped herself from breathing a sigh of relief when she saw him on his way. The best thing about this restaurant was how fast it was. The quicker she ate, the quicker she could be done and get out of this miserable excuse for a date.

“In my line of work, I have to be,” Matthew thanked the waiter as a plate was placed in front of him. “I'm sure it's the same with you.”

Faith shrugged. She supposed he was right. Those in her line of work who wanted to make big money or be famous could be ruthless. She did have ambition, but it had nothing to do with money or fame and all to do with the art. It was different.

“So,” Matthew poured more wine into her glass even though it was only half-empty. She wasn't sure if he was trying to get her drunk or just needed something to do. “What are your plans for the future?”

Okay, that wasn't usually first date material. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you can't want to be taking pictures for a magazine for the rest of your life.”

“That sounds more like a statement than a question,” Faith stabbed a piece of chicken with more ferocity than was necessary.

Matthew had the good grace to look embarrassed. “I just meant, where do you see yourself in a few years? What do you want to be doing? You know, other than this.”

“You know,” Faith couldn't suppress an exasperated sigh. “For a lawyer, you really seem to stick your foot in your mouth quite a bit.”