Chapter Twenty-Six

Lorn

The taste of chocolate paired with Rayne’s sweet skin is beyond delicious. I suck every last drop of chocolate sauce from each of her nipples with gusto. I take my time, reaching every nook and cranny with my tongue as Rayne writhes on my lap. My cock springs to action against my jeans, but I ignore the discomfort because I’ll get relief soon enough.

More than relief. Absolute mind-blowing pleasure.

That’s what Rayne brings me, every time. I’ve always enjoyed sex, obviously. I’m a man. It’s what we do. With Rayne it’s so different, though. So much better. I reach around her back and fumble with the clasp on her bra until it’s free, the strawberry still dangling from my fingertips.

“I want to feast on you,” I growl.

Her legs are wrapped around me, so I pull them apart and lift her onto the table as I shove our plates to the other side. I now have a topless Rayne in front of me, ready to be eaten.

I love dining on Rayne.

I salivate at the thought as I lay her all the way back so that her feet dangle off the table. I set down my strawberry for a beat while I unzip her jeans and slide them down to the floor. She’s wearing a black set of panties to match her bra, and beneath the thin lacy fabric, her glistening jewel beckons to me.

I’m coming for you, little jewel. Don’t you worry.

I look up at Rayne. From between her breasts she gazes down at me, her eyes glassy with lust as she watches my every move. I’m happy to give her a show. I keep my eyes on hers as I sink my thumbs between her underwear and her hips and slowly slide them down. They land on top of her jeans, and I’ve already forgotten them.

Before me, naked on my kitchen table, is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Her green eyes are begging me to take her, and even though I can hardly wait, I want to take this nice and slow.

I already know from experience that nice and slow drives her wild.

I pick up the chocolate-covered strawberry again and lean over her. I trace a chocolate line from beneath her breasts as I make my way farther south. I twist and turn the line until it lands right at the top of her pussy. I set the berry down again and follow that trail. I don’t touch any other part of her body as my tongue laps up the chocolate. I make a sensual path farther south as Rayne arches her breasts into the air, and I feel the urge to suck on them again.

I don’t stray from my path, though. I continue down until all the chocolate is cleaned up. Her pussy is dripping wet. The heat radiates off it, and my dick is uncomfortable in my pants.

We’re getting to it. Don’t worry, my friend.

I grasp Rayne’s knees and pull them up then spread them apart so her slit is presented to me, nice and juicy. I capture the strawberry between my fingertips. I can’t help the wicked grin that spreads my lips.

“A little more chocolate, shall we?” I ask.

Rayne doesn’t answer. Her gaze is riveted on me, and I lick the tip of the strawberry before I bend down and crouch in front of her pussy. I take the delicious little berry and I press the end against her opening, then insert it a little bit.

Rayne shifts and moans.

I pull the berry back out, then slide it in again one more time. A little bit of chocolate mixes with her juices, and I can’t wait to take my own bite. I set the strawberry back on the table and delve my tongue deep into her pussy. The combination of the chocolate and Rayne has my senses swirling, and I lap nice and deep as I work to suck down every drop.

My tongue reaches deep into her, and Rayne’s hips arch to meet me. I grasp her ass between my palms and hold her down as I lick her cunt, the chocolate dissolving with each lick of my tongue.

“I’m going to come if you don’t fuck me now,” she gasps.

I don’t respond. I’m too busy. She’s told me she’s close, and I want to get her off as many times as I can. It’s kind of my thing. I slide my tongue up to her clit and circle around it. I place my fingertip at her opening and press inward. My finger slides one delicious inch at a time until I can go no farther. I face my palm upward and set a rhythm with my finger. Her hips try and arch, but my other hand still has her pinned.

“Lorn… I… oh, god!”

My tongue dances along her clit as I beckon forth an orgasm with my finger. My fingertip glides along her smooth interior, so tight, so ready for my cock. I’m tempted to do as she originally asked when she screams out and she comes with a shudder.

I plant a gentle kiss on her clit and sit back. Her eyes are glazed over as she stares up at the ceiling. Her breasts rise and fall with her harsh breathing, and I’m not finished with her. I stand and my fingertips fumble with my zipper. I slide my jeans all the way off as my dick happily springs free. Rayne’s knees are still up in the air and nicely spread.

I can’t wait anymore. I grasp my dick and give it a few strokes, and then I press it against her slick, wet opening. Rayne gasps at the sensation, now sensitive, and I press in without hesitation. I slide in up to the hilt and fill her. I regain my grip on her ass, pull back out, and slide back in, setting a pace for myself as she thrusts her hips against me, happy to take more.

I might be in love with this woman.

I reach forward and grasp one of her nipples between my fingertips. She follows suit and grasps the other breast in her hand as she bucks against me, a meal meant for a king. Together we stimulate her breasts as I fuck her brains out on my table. I stand back upright and pull her closer to the edge of the table then spread her legs farther so I can go deeper.

Rayne submits to me fully. She closes her eyes, and her head thrashes from side to side as she takes each thrust with a moan and a whimper. I know her clit is sensitive, but now it should be ready.

“Stroke your clit,” I say.

She obeys without hesitation. Her hand shoots down, and I watch her toy with herself as my dick disappears and reappears from the delicious caverns of her body. I know I’m not long off now from coming.

“Now this way.” I pull out and reach around her to turn her over. I set her on her hands and knees on my table. I know I’m tall enough to reach her still. In fact, I can straighten my knees much better this way. The tip of my dick finds her opening, and I slide back into her warm heat. She’s tighter from this angle, and she cries out as I give her ass a little slap.

“I love it like this,” she breathes.

If that isn’t music to my ears, I don’t know what is. I thrust into her, and her hips meet me with equal enthusiasm at every beat. I sink deep into her body, and I can’t stop myself from riding her harder. My thrusts increase in pressure, and Rayne spreads her knees farther apart on the table to take in more.

Oh my fucking god.

I fuck her hard. Her moans and screams drive me forward as I plunge toward new heights.

“Fuck!” I shout.

With that, my load empties into her. I slide out and collapse onto the kitchen chair. I pull Rayne off the table and nestle her onto my lap as we pant together, coming back down to Earth. I notice the strawberry still on the table, and I reach for it.

“Yum,” I say, then with a look at Rayne, I take a bite.

She grins up at me and presses her cheek against my chest. My heart pounds against her face, and I wrap my arms around her a little tighter as we hold each other close. Our naked bodies cool as our heartbeats finally slow down. A ding interrupts our euphoria, and Rayne hops off me to turn off the oven before she slides back into my lap.

Apparently, we’ve lost our appetites for food.

“That was dirty. Literally,” Rayne says.

Her tone is suggestive, and I pull back to glance down at her with a quizzical eyebrow. She nods her chin in the direction of my room.

“Shower?” she suggests.

Holding Rayne against me under a stream of hot water sounds like the greatest idea ever.

“Absolutely,” I agree. “You stink.”

She swats my shoulder, and I chuckle as I lift her into my arms and carry her toward the bathroom door.

“If anyone stinks around here, it’s you,” she counters.

I laugh. “You’re absolutely right. We smell like chocolate and hot sex.”

“Very hot sex,” she agrees and plants a kiss on my cheek.

It’s such an innocent gesture, a kiss on the cheek. Somehow, she’s managed to warm my heart beyond what I thought was its capacity.

Rayne Carr is one hell of a woman.

I carefully set her feet on the bathroom floor, then turn on the nozzle of the shower. Once it’s warm enough, I pull aside the curtain and gesture for her to step inside.

“After you,” I say.

She smirks at me, her perfect ass sauntering past my view as she does so. I can’t help but land a playful slap there, and she giggles.

“Ever the gentleman, aren’t you?” she asks.

I step in beside her and bask in the warm flow of the water along my back. Steam envelops us in no time as I pass her a bottle of soap and stand back to watch her lather herself up.

“You didn’t come a second time,” I observe.

She shrugs as she rubs soap along the length of her arm. “The one was quite good, I assure you.”

“But you deserve two,” I protest.

“What do you suggest?” she counters, her gaze challenging as she meets mine.

“Play with yourself,” I say.

I can tell I’ve thrown her off guard. She blinks, then glances around. “Here?”

I grin and cross my arms. “Did you think I meant anywhere else? We have nice slick soap, a hot room, and I’d like to see you toy with your pussy.”

I can tell it’s something she’s never done before. I keep the challenge in my eyes as I watch her consider. She casts me a wicked grin and sets the soap down.

“Fair enough,” she says.

She steps back and caresses her breasts with her palms. She pinches her nipples, her fingertips sliding along them, slick and soapy. One hand glides down her belly until she reaches her clit, and she circles her finger around it then leans back against the wall and closes her eyes.

“Watch me while you do it,” I say.

Her eyes fly back open, and she holds my gaze as her hand slides down the length of herself and she inserts a finger. It glides in and out as she keeps hold of my gaze, and my sated dick stirs again. Her eyebrows narrow as she gives in to the pleasure of it. When her eyes focus on mine, the intimacy goes to another level.

“Stroke my clit while I fuck myself,” she breathes.

No argument from here. I reach down and rub my thumb along her wet clit as she pumps her finger in and out, riding her hand. Her legs shake as she whimpers, but I don’t let her lose connection with my gaze for an instant.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she moans with each thrust of her finger. I increase my pressure on her clit, and she tosses her head back and closes her eyes as a final orgasm overtakes her. Her face is stunningly beautiful as she comes for me, and I pull her into my arms.

“You are beauty personified,” I breathe into her wet hair.

She has no words for that. I help her finish washing up before I lather and wash myself then turn off the shower. We dress in comfortable pajamas and brush our teeth like an old married couple, then slide into bed together, sated, cozy, and comfortable.

I can’t remember a time when I’ve ever been this happy.

Rayne nestles into my chest as she releases a blissful sigh, and before I know it, she’s breathing deep, lost in sleep. It doesn’t take long for the sandman to come after me, too, and when he does, it’s a peaceful transition from a fantastic reality to a fantastic dream world.

Lucky me.