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Chapter 2

The walk to her apartment was about ten minutes. Eliot made small talk, they briefly discussed the weather, teaching, and good restaurants in the area. Faith was surprised when they got to her building; usually small talk was something that she just sucked at, and made her want to run screaming. The mandatory mixers that MIT made her attend for the big donors to the math department, or the school were just horrid; but, getting funding meant dealing with donors. Maybe she could talk to Parker and bring her and Eliot to a mixer…

It was really nice walking with him; he kept touching her. And he listened. And his voice was pure sex! His accent wasn't quite Texas, or Kansas. Faith had a graduate student from Wichita, and Eliot's accent was different. Sex, sex, sex! The words kept running through Faith's mind. She could feel herself getting wet and pulsing with every word that he said.

While both her sopping wet pussy and the naughty part of her mind were fantasizing about his hard manhood plunging into her honey pot, another part of her brain was screaming, "Don't do it. Men are bad. You don't know him. All he'll do is take advantage of you. Slam, bamm, thank you, ma'am. And, in the end you'll feel like a wanton slut, and still be horny and unsatisfied."

On the other hand… Being a wanton slut would be a nice change. Usually Faith was just Dr O'Malley, Doc, Prof, … Or something along those lines. This could be really good. But, that little voice that sounded like her mother just wouldn't go away.

As she unlocked the door to her apartment building and Eliot slid his hand gently down her back so that it was resting on her hip Faith could tell that the naughty side was winning. There was nothing illicit about what he had done or where his hand was; after all, her Dad would do the same thing whenever they were out walking together. But, when Eliot did it, it seemed like her waist was hardwired to her clitoris; no, not hard wired; there actually seemed to be an amplifier in between. She could feel herself getting wet. There was no way a hand on her waist; anyone's hand on her waist should do such things to her body, but this one was driving her insane with lust.

When she came out of her reverie, she realized had no clue what they had been talking about the whole way home, and tried to cover for it by reaching into her pocket for her keys. She blushed in embarrassment as she dropped the handful of keys. It wasn't that she had a huge key ring, just her office, apartment building outer door, inner door, her father's house, and her storage unit.

Before she could recover, Eliot beat her to the punch and slid his hand off her waist, casually sliding it across her ass as he bent over and picked them up. The hitter was truly bemused by Faith's clumsiness, as his assessment of her in the bar was that here was a woman that truly had her act together, and had a firm grip on life, unlike the last lover he had, whom he had ditched after one night because while she'd been decent in bed she couldn't think past her nail appointment on Tuesday.

The hitter handed back Faith her keys and she managed to unlock the outer door with only a little bit of a shake in her hands. All the while thinking to herself that Eliot was going to think she was an absolute basket case, or a virgin. On the other hand, she realized that with as horny as she'd been lately, she'd been ready to stand on the bar at McRory's, that 'basket case' may actually be an apt description of both her mental and sexual states of being!

Her mind snapped back to reality as they entered Faith's non-descript apartment. The door opened into a small hall which showed the entire living room and revealed all of her clutter and assorted projects. Eliot's eye's swept across everything, his highly trained eyes noting an open suitcase on the couch, a pair of green frog shaped kids rubber boots near the door, walls lined with books, and a host of other signs that clearly indicated a lived in apartment and an owner who had no plans to bring anyone, and especially a new friend to visit. Faith, on the other hand, gasped as she realized how foolish she had been in inviting this… Man, this unknown man back to her place. All of her social training told her to explain her mess to justify her obvious lack of housekeeping skills. She turned to face him and to try and explain her trip to Europe; but, as soon as her eyes met the hitter's, she melted. His grey green eyes enveloped her and at the same time dived directly into her sexual soul. With one look, he had her melting. Faith was positive he could smell her arousal!

Eliot knew the impact he could have on a woman many times over. One of his girlfriends, Beth if he remembered correctly, had told him that all he needed to do was to look into her eyes to make everything in her liquid. He smiled inwardly, at the look on Faith's face reminding him that it did work occasionally. As he wondered if it would work here, Faith stepped towards him, and looking up at him, told him, "Kiss me."

He bent his mouth down to hers, and as their lips met, her sexual being took full control of her body and soul. Her tongue darted forward, demanding entrance; she was desperate to dance with his tongue. He responded immediately, partnering in the deep kiss as his hands encircled Faith's waist and pulled her up against him. Eliot felt her breasts press against his chest, just as she could feel the hardness in his pants press against her. She wrapped her arms around him, enjoying the feel as his muscled arms enveloped her. Faith felt his hands slide down from the small of her back, lower and lower until they were cupping her ass. Her breathing quickened as she felt his bulge press firmly against her. Even as their tongue's continued their tango, her entire being became fixated on his manhood. Her mind developed tunnel vision as she contemplated having him plunge deep into her.

In the cloud of her sexual excitement, Faith came to the realization that this guy was completely screwing with her entire idea of how a man and a woman should make love. She had always expected and demanded foreplay, usually stretched out over at least two or three dates. But, right now she found herself wanting to make love right there, and right then. 'No, that's wrong,' she thought. 'I don't want to make love; I want to fuck! I want SEX!' In fact she was ready to stand naked on her coffee table and announce: FUCK ME NOW! At the top of her lungs!

With this realization, she pushed her upper body away from Eliot and unbuttoned his shirt as fast as she could, yanking his t-shirt over his head in an awkward motion which should have taken his ears and nose off. Eliot was somewhat surprised by the little librarian's aggressive behavior, he figured her more for a candlelight and wine seduction type. As Faith reached for his belt he ran his hands through her hair and he could feel his cock grow and harden. Their eyes meet again as she continued to attempt to undo his belt and button fly jeans.

"Stupid button fly! What's wrong with a zipper like normal people, Cowboy?" Faith growled, swearing under her breath as she fumbled with the buttons. As she got the first one undone she could feel him behind the two layers of cloth; he was very well proportioned! And that knowledge made her movements all the more urgent.

The hitter laughed a rumble that started deep in his chest. "Honey, a button-fly is easier."

In one easy motion he had all the buttons open and the denim gaping around his muscular hips. Faith licked her lips and realized staring at his six-pack abs and gloriously muscular shoulders was foreplay enough! She reached back in and urgently shoved his jeans and grey boxer-briefs down his legs.

The Little Librarian as Eliot had taken to calling Faith in his head was obviously aroused. He could see her nipples turning into sharp little nubs with him only gently blowing on them. With his help she finally got his fly completely opened and brazenly shoved his pants to his ankles and grabbing onto his penis like a drowning person grabs onto a life preservers. Normally this type of awkward sexual contact did nothing for him; but, looking at Faith and the combination of lust and innocence in her eyes made the hitter want to burst. He dropped his hands from her hair to her neck, caressing her softly. His fingers gently massaging her earlobes, eliciting a moan of lust.

He could feel the sense of urgency emanating from her core and he slide his hand down over her now very rumpled silk blouse, deftly undoing the buttons, as he caressed the swell of her breasts.

"Oh, yeah," the hitter muttered, as her small soft hand tried to encircle his girth. As she was feeling him up Eliot began to manipulating her nipples through the structure of her beige bra,

"Please, please…" Faith whispered, in a broken plea. It was like she couldn't really remember what she was asking for. Finally she managed to get out "Fuck me please" in a breathy little whisper that shot straight to Eliot's dick.

"Oh, yeah," was all he could say, before their mouths met again in the most passionate kiss that she could remember. Okay that wasn't really saying too much, it was more like the best kiss she could imagine.

As they kissed, his hands found their way into her bra, and he started caressing her breasts. Eliot had learned over the years that most women loved to have their breasts fondled; but, the amount of pressure was a huge variable. He began with feather light caresses and increased the pressure of his touches until Faith was moaning into his mouth as his fingers rolled her nipples and his thumb pads ran around her areolas.

With her skirt up scrunched up around her hips she was grinding herself against his thigh doing everything she could to put more pressure on the center of her sexuality. Faith's hands were everywhere she could reach.

"God, yes," she mumbled as he slowly increased the pressure he was exerting on Faith's nipples. 'Faster' was all she could think as he was playing with her nipples. 'More.'

As he played with her nipples through her lacy bra, she felt what little self-control she still had desert her. Faith tried to look at her lack of self-control analytically; but, the feelings bombarding her body were making it impossible. Usually when Faith picked a partner she was in control; she picked the speed, the location and all the other aspects of a sexual encounter. Yielding this much control to anyone, especially someone she barely knew was very atypical. The wetness of her pussy told her how much control he really had, as he was driving her nearly to orgasm just by fondling her breasts.

Eliot felt her arousal. He could hear and feel her shallow breathing against his chest as she became more and more aroused. And, already, the small hallway was filled with the smell of her. Listening to her breathy pleas and knowing that she wanted him as much as he wanted her made his cock get even harder. He wanted her, now.

He pushed her blouse off her shoulders, and pulled it off her arms. Faith's serviceable lace bra quickly followed. He found the catch and zipper of her skirt, deftly undoing it and working it off her hips so that it could follow everything else to the floor. Her panties and hose quickly followed, and as soon as he finished with her clothes, his fingers slid between her pussy lips, moving to her core. She spread her legs when she felt his fingers pressing between them, wanting them in her; wanting all of him in her, begging with her body.

The message to Eliot was clear; Faith's body was yielding completely to him. Watching her face he could see the internal war she was waging: Take charge or continue to let him lead their dance? She was his to enjoy and pleasure. Which meant he needed to stop her from rushing everything!

"Faith, slow down." The hitter used the voice he'd use to calm a spooked horse. Eliot placed his right palm against her breastbone and pushed her back against the wall. He then slid both hands up the side of her body, pushing her arms up over her head and against the wall. Using one hand to hold her hands over her head he stroked his other hand down her hair pulling her into a slow kiss.

Faith tried to wiggle out of the grip Eliot had her hands in; she wanted to touch this man. This god was hers to enjoy even if only for one night. And damnit, she wanted as much of him as she could get!

"Stop moving," he whispered in her ear. Although only a whisper, Faith knew it was a command; but, she still kept squirming trying to touch him. His caresses stopped; and Faith quickly realized that she was going to do whatever Eliot demanded if she wanted this… This, well… Honestly, mind-blowing experience to continue. Looking at a quick value analysis in her head Faith made the decision to submit and she looked down at the floor, knowing that looking him in the eyes was not the thing to do at that moment.

"Good girl." He whispered, and slid his hands back down her arms. He slowly and lightly ran his fingertips across her shoulders to her neck, caressing her lightly in places he knew to be very sensitive. He was rewarded with a moan of delight. He could feel her pulse rate quicken as he rand one hand up her neck, well aware that it was because of the sexual tension between them. He slid his fingers up behind her ears, lightly caressing her ear lobes, enjoying the response he elicited. He was pleased that Faith held her position, not moving, and allowing him full control.

His fingers slid lower on her body, sliding down her throat, and across her upper chest until they reached the upper swell of her pert breasts. There, he parted his hands and used his fingers to do slow circles around her breasts. He could feel the moisture of her excitement under her gorgeous breasts, as his fingers continued to circle. Slowly but surely, Eliot's fingers moved towards the center of her breasts, getting ever so closer to her pink aureoles and nipples. By this time, Faith was beside herself with sexual desire. She kept her mouth shut, arms over her head, and squeezed her eyes shut as she wished for him to take her; to just fuck her. Never before had she been teased and tormented to this extent sexually! She wondered how much more she could take.

Faith could see sparks flying behind her eyelids when his fingers finally found their way to her turgid nipples. After massaging them softly for several seconds, Eliot started rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, adding to the sexual frustration that Faith was already feeling. Then, as his left hand continued to roll and pinch her nipple, he resumed the southerly journey with his right hand sliding down the under-slope of her breast. His hand continued its southerly journey, gliding across her belly, until it found her belly button. Faith moaned as his finger pressed into her belly button, the symbolism of its penetration not lost on her. Eliot was continuing to play with the hard nubbin of her nipple, when Faith reached her breaking point and reached for Eliot's shoulders to pull him in for something…

"No." His voice was no louder than a whisper, and it was raspy with desire; but, it still carried the authority of someone who expected to be listened to. His hands left her body, and he paused for a second leaving Faith in an abyss of desire. He gently took her arms and placed them back over head setting them back in place; he used one hand to hold them and his other went back to caressing her body.

"Please." Faith opened her eyes and started begging again. "Please."

"Please?" Eliot grunted, his eyes not leaving hers.

It was hard for Faith to get the words out; she was used to being in charge, or taking charge. "Ummm…" She tossed her hips trying to convey the message that she wanted sex now! Now!

"Shhh…" He grinned to himself. He gave her wrists a slight squeeze. "Stay still."

Once again both of his hands continued their slow perusal of her body; one hand concentrating on her jawline, collarbone, and the back of her neck. He continued the path he'd had been on before Faith had moved. As Eliot's hand moved down, he leaned in and started nibbling on her ear lobe, firm enough to send shock waves down her spine; but, yet soft enough to not break the skin or leave a mark. It felt like her synapses were all firing at once; was it pain, pleasure, or both? As he nibbled, he whispered again into it, commanding her to spread her legs. "Spread your legs for me, honey." When she hesitated and only moved them a couple of inches, his ministrations paused and he demanded in that same raspy twang "Wider!"

Her body overrode the little voice in the back of her mind, not caring whether her mind was in agreement. Faith realized that she would do whatever he asked. The combination of pain, sexual pleasure, and a complete ceding of control left her with a heady feeling of ecstasy. Eliot's fingers found the soaking wet lips of her pussy. He continued nibbling finding his way down her neck and the sensitive place where her neck met her shoulder, as his right hand teased her slit. His fingers flirting with all kinds of naughty ideas.

Eliot could tell just how ready she was; she was already completely wet. Her pussy lips were engorged and wide open, and as his fingers slid between them caressing her clitoris, Faith moaned again. Then he changed his style, brusquely plunging one finger deep inside her. She cried out at the welcome intrusion. Almost instantly this was followed by a second finger, stretching her tight channel. As soon as both of his fingers were inside he began massaging her G-spot, driving her over the edge.

"Oh, fuck!" His little librarian screamed. "Holy, Mary! Mother of Jesus!"

Eliot thought the language coming from her mouth was humorous and smiled into her shoulder. He kept pressing against her G-spot with his fingers, as his palm pressed firmly against her clitoris, keeping Faith at the peak of her orgasm. Just as she was able to breathe again, Eliot lifted her up by the crotch with his right hand as his left hand held her against the wall. This put even more pressure on her clitoris, as his fingers continued to plumb her depths with his fingers, driving Faith to yet another orgasm.

"Lord, Jesus!" Faith stuttered out "Oh, my God!"

Eliot held her against the wall as he continued to finger her pussy. He could feel her juices flowing through his fingers as he fingered her to a series of mini-orgasms. In a scarce moment of lucidity, Faith realized that her desire for good sex was being satisfied by what was already the best sex she'd ever had!

Eliot wasn't stopping and he whispered in her ear again, "Put your arms around my neck and hold on."

Faith did as she was told, and as she did, Eliot withdrew his fingers, and used both hands to cup her ass and lift her off the floor. Using his hands to keep her legs spread he raised her up over his hard cock. He then lowered her onto his fully erect cock, impaling her on it, as it slid deep into her.

"Oh, gawd," she moaned into Eliot's ear. "It feels so fuckin' good!"

He pressed her against the wall as he refrained from movement, savoring the feeling of being in Faith's hot wet sheath. After a few breathes his little librarian started squirming wanting movement, friction. The hitter slowly lifted her off of his manhood, until he had almost come out; and then he gently lowered her back onto his shaft, establishing a slow, steady and penetrating rhythm. Faith could do nothing but enjoy the ride, which she did, moaning continuously into Eliot's ear.

Eliot continued the slow pace, watching Faith's reactions and knowing what he was doing to her, knowing that he was driving her crazy. He continued this excruciatingly slow pace, pumping in and out of her while maintaining control over his own level of arousal. He moved in and withdrew slowly, time after time, eliciting continued moans of pleasure from Faith. Driving her to another orgasm; one that rushed over her like waves pounding on the shore, this one kept going and going and going.

The hitter could feel his orgasm building at the base of his spine and he gripped her as tightly as his orgasm washed over him. Eliot's head relaxed into Faith's shoulder and he pressed a kiss into the curve between her neck and shoulder. Never letting her slip he gently pulled them away from the wall, slowly making his way to the bedroom through the hallway with a couple of doors in it. He did this all with the grace of a lion of a lion on the prowl, never losing control or balance. Eliot laid her down in the center of her iron bed frame like a princess in the middle of a bower; with her legs hanging over the side.