Chapter 64

Rainey

Michael’s kiss seared me inside and out. I was happy he removed the covers, I was already on fire from his touch. I came into his room to tell him how I felt, and for once, he was the one to speak first about his feelings. He wanted more than just sex. We were on the same page with everything. That’s all I needed to hear from him to make my choice.

The weight of his body on me squeezed the air out of my lungs, but I didn’t want him to move. Every part of him was hard. He was the strong man that I’ve always wanted, inside and out. We had our differences, but they were petty compared to the passion we had for each other.

Michael’s hands roamed my body as if he painted every part of using his hand as a brush. Heat licked over my body at each place he touched, creating a pool of molten lava in my center.

He tugged at the thin straps of my night gown, one at a time, exposing each of my breasts. The cool air in the room touched the peak of each one, tightening and hardening them.

My hips lifted to meet him. His cock was hard, and it rubbed against my clit, through the thin fabric. It aroused me, and I wanted more.

I lifted the bottom of the gown, exposing myself to him. The fabric bunched around my waist.

Michael looked down and saw I had no underwear. He grinned wickedly and dropped his mouth to mine, tasting me.

And within a few seconds, he left my lips and traveled lower.

His mouth had pressed on my lower lips before I realized what he was doing. I gasped, sucking in air as the heat from his mouth covered my dampness.

He lifted my legs up, bringing me to his mouth.

“Michael, that feels incredible,” I said through panting breaths.

“You taste incredible,” he said before licking me again. He alternated between long, slow licks and rapid flicks. He never forgot the most important part at the peak of my lips.

I squeezed my eyes closed, allowing myself to experience the touch of him completely. Other than his mouth, I felt his hands, tightly gripping my legs. The stubble on his cheeks roughly scraped against my inner thighs. The pleasure overwhelmed the pain, and I fell deeper into my own head, wanting to experience every sensation he created from his touch.

I fisted his hair in my hands, forcing his tongue deeper inside of me. While it felt good, I wanted something else inside of me. But I wasn’t ready to come yet. I knew the moment that I had him inside of me this perfect moment would soon be over.

As my orgasm neared, I tightened my grip on his hair and started to wiggle under him.

“Hmm?” he hummed over my lips, creating a wave of pleasure to ripple over my skin.

“Let me do you,” I said.

“I’m not finished yet,” he said.

His lips were moist with my juices, and I longed to taste myself on him. I sat up, pulling him to me and kissing him. I plunged my tongue into his mouth, tasting my sweetness.

He ended the kiss and tried to go back down there, but I had other plans.

I allowed him to kiss me down there, but I lifted myself up on my elbows and leaned forward.

“What are you—” he said and I cut him off with my lower lips.

I lowered myself onto him, sitting up on my knees over him. He hummed against me again, a pleasurable sound. I rocked my body over his mouth. At this angle, his tongue plunged deeper into me. I moaned and took my breasts into my hands, kneading them.

I pinched my nipples, and the sharp feeling brought me back to my original plan. I’ve always wanted to do a sixty-nine position. I leaned forward, gripping Michael in my hand. I slowly stroked him, and his breathing intensified, and his licking slowed as I was pleasuring him.

“Rainey,” he breathed.

“Mmm?” I said and then brought my mouth to him.

He sucked on my lips, hard, and I bucked against him. His hands came up and grabbed my butt, pulling me closer.

I licked the entire length of him, swirling my tongue around the tip. I could tell how much Michael enjoyed each movement by the way he gripped me. As his contentment grew, his hands squeezed harder.

I drew the full length of him inside of my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat. I sucked while continuing to grip the base of his cock.

Michael wasn’t playing fair, and before I knew it, my orgasm climbed with each quick flick of his tongue. Then he started to concentrate on my clit. I’ve never known a man with his talent. His tongue moved like a snake’s, and my movements slowed down as my impending orgasm built inside of me.

I wanted him to get to that point, so I focused on his tip. I sucked hard on it, wanting to draw out the same feeling inside of him. But Michael wanted to win. I felt it in the way he pushed harder against the most sensitive part of my body.

Eventually, I gave in. I sat up and pressed myself against his mouth, moving in time with the stroke of his tongue. His grip tightened again, and he wasn’t giving me much slack to move.

My breathing came in quick gasps as my pleasure came to a head. And even as I exploded around Michael’s tongue, he continued to work it until the very last drop.

“Shit,” I said when I finally could speak again.

I moved away from Michael, splaying out on the bed next to him. I needed a minute to compose myself.

Michael got off the bed, and I turned my head to see him reaching into the side table. A familiar ripping sound piqued my interest. He turned, and his cock was still hard and now it was covered with a thin layer of latex.

Even though that orgasm was intense, I knew what was to come if we made love. Michael turned me on with one look, and it didn’t take much for me to get over the languid after effects of my orgasm and get ready for more.

Michael crawled over the bed, and I sat up. He pulled me down next to him, so we were face to face. He kissed me, hard. I could barely keep up with his desperate movement of his mouth against mine. This was another side of him. A more primal part that created a swirl of pleasure to move through me. I loved seeing how I turned him on just as much as he did for me.

Side by side we kissed. I was grateful to lay next to him because my legs were like jelly and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold them up any longer. But I didn’t need to.

He lifted one of my legs and scooted closer. His tip pressed against my lower lips and I sucked in a breath as he entered me. He filled me quickly, and I gritted my teeth as my body adjusted to his length. He slowly moved inside of me, pressing deeper with each thrust.

He trailed a finger over my face, moving my hair away, tucking it behind my ear.

His eyes locked on mine and I couldn’t help drawing my lip into my mouth, sucking on it as he continued to move inside of me.

His gaze fell to my mouth, and he leaned forward, sucking on my bottom lip.

I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the tensing of his back muscles under my fingertips.

He kissed my neck, slowly pressing his lips against my skin. The movement of his tongue on me made me shiver.

I pulled back, wanting to see his face. I felt his pleasure when I sucked him off earlier, but I loved seeing him turned on. The usual blaze his in eyes was like an inferno, burning me from the inside out.

“Touch yourself,” he said.

And without a second thought, I did. The way he commanded me was sexy as hell, and I already had another plan in mind for him.

I rolled my clit around under my fingers and then forked those fingers apart, rubbing my fingers down against him.

His head tilted back, and his eyes fluttered closed.

I smirked and then gripped the base of him as it moved in and out of me.

“That’s not what I had in mind,” he said.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.

“No!” he barked.

I kissed him while continuing to stroke him. The slickness between us made it easy to move, and I started picking up the rhythm. His mouth fell open, and I knew I had him.

But my moment of victory was short as Michael moved, coming out of me. The air clung to the dampness between my thighs. Before I could ask him what was happening, he entered me again, and I gasped.

He was on his knees now. He flung my legs up and placed them on his shoulders. He held me by the knees as he pushed himself inside of me. With the new angle, he was able to go deeper inside of me. I gasped for air as he quickened his pace.

I must have set him off earlier, and he wanted to even the score, which was okay with me.

I gave him what he wanted, reaching down to touch the peak of my lips. I rolled my clit under my fingertips.

Michael licked his lips, and I had an idea. I took his hand in mind and pulled one of his fingers into my mouth. I brought it all the way into my mouth and sucked.

Michael’s rhythm slowed for a second, but he recovered quickly. I took another finger in my mouth and did the same. I tasted the salt from the sea air on his fingers, knowing that I would never be able to think of tonight without remembering that taste.

He held onto my waist, his fingers digging into my skin. He held me in place as he thrust in and out of me. The entire length of him came out before he shoved it back inside. He wanted me to feel every inch of him, and I wanted the same.

“Michael,” I said, trying to convey how close I was to coming. But the words wouldn’t leave my lips.

“I want you to come with me, Rainey,” he growled.

I gritted my teeth and squeezed my lower lips around him. Eventually, he stopped coming all the way out of me. I knew he was close since he burrowed deeper inside of me, his movements were quick. Our bodies slapped against each other, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on.

But he made that decision for me. He adjusted his movements and pressed his thumb against me, circling my clit. And then I was done for. The orgasm shook me from head to foot, and I came down hard. Michael continued to thrust and only moments later did he let out a guttural moan that told me he was finished.

He slowed his pace, riding the rest of the wave with me until we were both spent.

He fell over me and pressed a kiss to my lips. “God, Rainey, you’re fucking amazing.”

I laughed. I couldn’t help it. “Likewise.”

He came out of me and pulled the condom off, tossing it into a nearby trashcan. We moved to the top of the bed, and he pulled my back against his chest. He held me tight as his other hand adjusted the covers over us. The sheets were silky and helped to cool my body.

Michael kissed my shoulder.

“I guess I’m not sleeping in my bed tonight, huh?” I teased.

“If it were up to me, I’d never let you go to your bed ever again.”

I squeezed his hand, and he squeezed back. His chin settled against my shoulder as he burrowed deeper into his pillow.

I did the same, my body relaxing against him.

We said nothing to each other. We’d said everything we needed to before. Well, he did. I showed him how I felt. The role reversal was different, yet somehow it made our connection deeper. Sometimes I didn’t need to be the one talking all the time. We could both speak to each other without words sometimes.

“I wish we could stay here forever,” I said as I drifted off to sleep. Every single muscle in my body spent. I melted into his arms, tightly wrapped around me. The warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his breathing was like a lullaby, and soon enough my eyelids were heavy.

As I drifted off to sleep, I could have sworn I heard him say, “Me too.”