Reece's Faith (3 page)

"God Reece!" Faith's elbows gave way and her face fell onto her lover's thigh. She inhaled deeply and shuddered.
Now I know why she freaks out when she smells me! MMmm…

Reece's hips lifted up and searched out the mouth that was breathing on her, teasing her mercilessly. She growled her need into Faith's sex.

"Oh shit..." The blonde felt the growl like a vibrator. Inspired, she secured her arms around Reece's wide-spread thighs and dove in with gusto, her tongue rushing to lap up the sweet ambrosia of Reece's arousal. She immediately saw the benefits of the position when her chin mashed against an oversensitive clit causing the hips below her to surge.

The club owner whimpered her satisfaction and gyrated her pelvis, allowing Faith to concentrate on using her tongue, which right now, felt like it was everywhere. To show her appreciation, Reece reached around with the hand holding the blonde's ass, and entered her with her thumb, leaving her own tongue to play at will.

"GOD REECE!"

Faith's hips took on a life of their own and Reece was actually having a hard time keeping up with the erratic bucking above her face, not to mention timing her breaths. None of it mattered any more when there was sudden insistent suction on her clit.

"Faith baby... mmm." she gasped.

The bartender pushed herself down on Reece's mouth, demanding she shut up. "Don't you dare stop," she whined.

Reece didn't intend to and reached around with the other hand to rub her lonely thumb into the abundant wetness, passing it around her already pumping finger. She waited for a signal that it may be too much for her smaller lover, but Faith rocked backwards with all intents of capturing the digit. Watching and feeling her two thumbs get sucked up into the warm tunnel put Reece dangling at the edge of her own climax.

"Faith baby... your fingers... please," she grunted, then groaned loudly when her plea was answered.

Their bodies fit together perfectly, sliding and writhing as one. Each woman was well aware of the other, yet lost in their own pleasure, trying to draw this moment out as long as they could.

Reece began murmuring little grunts and sounds. Faith loved the little curses and mumblings of her lover as she neared the edge. She doubted Reece was even aware she did it. Either way, she loved having that knowledge. However, the little "mm hmm's" had become constant, and their vibrations against Faith's sex started almost violent waves of orgasm to sneak up on her.

The tall woman pulled her mouth away for a moment and watched the muscles contract around her fingers.

"Yeah... oh... Reece..." Faith plunged her fingers in and out faster in an effort to make Reece come with her. The bartender slid her sex down Reece's chin and onto her chest.

"Fai.... FUCK!" Reece uncharactaristically thrashed around, yelling out her pleasure.

Imagining the look on her tall lover's face renewed the intensity of Faith's orgasm, and she kept coming, rubbing herself against Reece's breasts.

Faith's mouth was relentless and she didn't ever want to stop, but she was yanked back by the hair. Only then did she realize her thighs were shaking, and just how intense her climax was. She collapsed onto Reece's body with her legs hugging her head. This only drove the club owner to renew her efforts; grabbing tightly to the clenched thighs, she thrust her tongue in and out like a piston, her chin torturing Faith's hypersensitive nub.

"Oh god no... Stop... please... I'm begging," she dug her nails into Reece's thighs.

Reece held on, her arms protesting the efforts, forcing Faith to ride her face, lapping up all she was offered. This went on for several minutes and ended with the thrashing blonde beating on the bed, nearly sobbing in the throes of yet another orgasm.

"GOD REECE PLEASE!" she shouted, trembling uncontrollably.

The tall woman finally relented, and slid her lover down until she was lying on top of her.

"Animal," Faith gasped.

Reece growled. "That would be me."
Funny, it's a whole new feeling when she says it,
she puzzled.

Faith twitched with every breath and Reece chuckled.

"You think this is funny?" She slapped her snickering partner in the bicep.
Hmmm, the very pumped bicep...
She licked the length of the overexerted muscle, tasting the sweat of their lovemaking.
Oh yeah.
She sucked on it, causing Reece to gasp.

"Faith... think about that." Reece warned her lover where that might lead.

Faith twitched again and broke out in goose bumps at the sound of Reece's rough, breathless voice.
What are you, insane?
She chastised herself. She wasn't able to move, let alone have another go.

"It's my fault you're so damn sexy?" she slid more than rolled off of Reece, and leaned up on one weak elbow. "Look at me, my arms are shaking. How did you do that?"

Reece reached out and wiped the damp hair off Faith's forehead. "You are so beautiful, how can I not?" She rearranged herself and gestured to her shoulder. "Come here."

Faith blushed. "Stop it. You apparently haven't looked in a mirror lately." She snuggled up to Reece's naked body and sighed.
This is all mine!
She gave the long glistening body the once over.
Look at those legs! That stomach, those incredible breasts!
She ran her fingertips in gentle circles over Reece's chest, possibly to soothe herself.
Lord, but can I live through it? There's gotta be countless women more attractive than me. More experienced. Am I satisfying enough? God, what about those pictures... would she ever want to do that with me? Would I let her? What about temptation? I won't be at the club every day? Maybe I can have Cori keep an eye out...

"What are ya thinking about babe?"

"Competition." she blurted.

"Huh?" Reece looked down at Faith's uncertain expression.

"I'm scared of losing you, Reece. How will I ever be able to keep you?" she admitted.

"You're shitting me, right?" Reece kissed the top of Faith's head and wrapped her arms around her tightly. "The question is, how will you ever get rid of me?"

"Now
you're
shitting
me
." Faith placed kisses along the side of Reece's breast, smiling as the nipple rose to attention. "After all we went through trying to get one another, why would I want to get rid of you?"

Reece shrugged. "I just thought..."

"Well stop thinking then, it's highly overrated. I love you, and after much aggravation, I finally got you. They'll never be able to peel me away from you now. Deal with it."

The club owner felt something inside of her warm. An unfamiliar feeling in the pit of her chest. Love? she questioned.
One way to test that theory.

"Faith...?"

"Reece?" she chuckled.
Come on baby, say it.

"I uh..."
Go on tough guy, say it.
"... I love you."
There.

"I know." Faith kissed her on the shoulder. "I'll always know."

Reece smiled and emitted a contented sigh. Faith wrapped herself tighter around Reece's body and yawned.
Yup. It's love.

"Besides, you screamed." the blonde teased.

Reece began to blush. "Yeah well... I don't usually, I mean no one has... it's just..."

"I bet you look adorable in red." she chuckled "Don't worry, it won't leave this room." Faith crossed her heart.
Well maybe just Cori..

 
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Faith thought she heard a jumble of foul words as she was thrown quite literally from her daydream. With a yelp the blonde became airborne for just a moment, then landed with a thud on the bike seat. She was aware that they were going slower and were surrounded by midtown traffic. It also seemed that she grew shorter and Reece grew taller.
What's wrong with this picture?

"Christ! Uh babe? Would you mind scootching back a bit?" Reece sounded as if she was in pain.

Confused, the passenger realized she was sitting comfortably in the driver's seat and Reece was straddling the gas tank.

"Oh my God!" she yelled as she struggled to settle herself further back on the seat without leaning on her lover for support. She helped pull Reece back into place, which wasn't easy as she was steering the bike around another pothole.

"Are you ok?" Faith knew how hard she'd hit the seat, and it couldn't have been pleasant for Reece.

"Fucking potholes! Where the hell are all my tax dollars going?"

Faith could tell her lover was really pissed off again, and she frowned.

"That's it! I refuse to pay taxes any more! If I have one mark on this bike..."

Well, this sucks.
After that little daydream, she was more than eager to get home and "discuss."

Now she'd have to wait till Reece calmed down.
Lovely.

"...If there's one fucking little scratch..."

Hello??? Did you forget about me? The girlfriend?

They stopped at a red light and Reece turned around and took off her helmet. Faith didn't like the angry look on her face at all.

"Are you alright? You didn't get hurt did you? If you are I'll sue the fucking Department of Transportation."

"I'm ok, honey." She received a skeptical look. "Put your helmet back on, I'm really ok."

Satisfied, Reece replaced her helmet and turned back around. "I'll sue the freaking city."

What the hell is the matter with her? Its just a pothole?
Faith worried again. Reece had been acting like this all week, jumping at little things and getting really angry over nothing.
If she keeps this up, I'll never be able to tell her about my script!
She took her hands out of Reece's pockets and replaced them under the leather jacket. She comfortingly rubbed all the parts of Reece's anatomy that she could reach until she felt the tension dissipate slightly. Then she moved her hands further south and toyed with the waistband of Reece's jeans. It wasn't exactly her fantasy, but it would do.

"Did you hurt yourself anywhere that needs a kiss, sweetheart?"

"Oh yeah, it needs many many kisses."

"Well then, let's get this baby home, shall we?"

Faith pulled Reece's shirt out from her jeans and stroked the tight stomach teasingly. The driver started wiggling around in her seat.

"You better stop that, Red."

"Oh? Why is that?" Faith was feeling rather cocky making her lover squirm.

"Because with that graceful landing, the seam of my jeans wound up someplace that it shouldn't be.."

"Ohhhh?" Faith tugged on the waistband with a smirk, thoroughly enjoying the feel of Reece's butt jerking against her spread thighs.

"Yeah and if you keep that up, it'll be over way before it starts."

"And that's a bad thing?"

"Don't make me stop this bike, Faith." she teased.

"Oh alright," she grumbled, suddenly reminded of long car trips with her father. Sliding her hands up Reece's ribs to bring her back to the present, she was satisfied with the shudder she caused. Pleased that she'd calmed the edgy woman, Faith leaned back against the sissy bar and relaxed for the rest of the ride.

 
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