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18. Faces

"Much better than mine," I say before shoveling another forkful of Mac and cheese into my mouth.

"It came out of a box, it can't be that good," Paige laughs quietly beside me. We're seated at the bar stool in my kitchen and there's a pot of Mac and cheese between us on the counter.

After scraping my plate clean, I directed my attention to the brunette in the seat next to me. My shirt was riding up on her thighs and I could see the bottom waistband of her underwear.

"You're creepy," She smiles, catching my gaze.

I stood up wordlessly and turned her chair towards me before lifting her out of it. She weighed just about as much as a feather. I shook my head and chuckled to myself.

Sitting her gently on the couch, I took a seat beside her and opened my mouth to ask her if she wanted to watch a movie, but no words escaped as she placed her lips on mine.

My hands knotted in her hair and she wound her fingers behind my neck, pulling me closer. I could kiss her all day. Her lips were soft and plump, and they glided against mine like silk. I felt the couch cushion adjust next to me as Paige climbed into my lap, never moving her lips off of mine.

Her hands moved all around my chest, my shoulders, up and down my arms. I kept mine firmly placed on the small of her back, trying to keep her as close as possible. Paige pulled her lips off of mine and tried to wiggle out of my grasp for a minute before finally reaching back and removing my hands from her. She inched her way off of my body and her knees landed on the hardwood floors with a thump.

"What-what are you," I whispered breathlessly as I watched Paige's long fingers untie the string of my pajama pants. She didn't answer, instead she slowly pulled the front of my pants down and I felt a rush of cold air on my dick. I sucked in a breath through my teeth and lifted up a bit so Paige could my pants down. I knew exactly what she was about to do.

When I looked back down at Paige, she was no longer wearing my shirt, only those white panties. Damn. Just the sight of her made me hard. Standing back up, Paige leaned over my body and sat on my thighs, her taut stomach barely brushing my dick. She trailed kisses down my neck, my abs, her fingernails followed until she was right at my hips.

Before I could register what she was about to do, a wet warmth enveloped my dick and I gasped at the feeling. Paige's cold fingers wrapped around me and the combination of temperatures almost sent me over the edge. Taking one last look at her, I leaned my head back on the couch and closed my eyes, surrendering myself to the sensations.

I could feel her tongue flicking my head, her cheeks around my shaft. Her hands followed her head as she bobbed up and down, I couldn't take it anymore. Leaning down I put my hands under her arms and pulled her off the ground, only to set her back down on top of me.

Paige held onto my shoulders for support as she sunk down onto me, her blue eyes staring into mine. But before I could let myself go, I grabbed her hips and stopped her movements.

"Condom," I breathed out, getting a quiet laugh from Paige in return.

"Birth control," Paige replied, pulling my hands off of her.

Slowly, she moved her hips down and I could feel myself inside of her, inch by inch. My eyes rolled to the back of my head at the tightness and Paige let out a small whimper.

After a few minutes or so of rocking movements, Paige fell onto my chest and I wrapped my arms around her to flip us over.

My turn.

Her slow movements almost killed me, so I decided to pick up the pace. I pulled out and slammed back into her over and over until I felt her quiver underneath me, whispering my name as she came. After she recovered, I was nearly there. Her fingernails ran down my back and I lost it. I moaned her name loudly before collapsing onto her, breathing heavily with sweat dripping down my forehead.