Chapter Eight

Lorn

My body erupts in flame as the heat of Rayne’s pussy presses against my hardening dick. I’m not going to repress myself this time. I’m not going to walk away. At this point, she’s kissed me, and I’ve kissed her, so I know the feeling is mutual.

I’m going to give us both what we want. My body is starved for sex, and Rayne is the perfect woman to slake my thirst. Every contour of her shape is delectable, and I can’t wait to lick every inch of her body. I walk us over to my bedroom and toss open the door, but I don’t set her down. I like having her wrapped around me like this.

I like being intertwined.

There’s too much clothing between us, though. This is a problem. I keep my lips on hers as I reach between us with one hand and tear at her jacket zipper. It shoots down, revealing a nice green sweater that I hate, because it’s covering her breasts, and I want to see them.

I want them in my mouth. Now.

Her jacket gets caught on her arm as she tries to shake it off, and I break our embrace. This is not conducive, and it’s wasting time.

There is no time for slow and gentle. There is only need, desire. I crave her like a drug, and I need my fix. I set her down and reach for the bottom of her sweater then tear it off her and throw it on the ground. I squeeze her breasts together, her bra accentuating their perfect bulge.

“Beautiful,” I groan. I turn her around and find the clasp of her bra. She leans forward to make it easier for me to remove it, and I do with a pinch of my fingers. She turns back to me, still holding up the loose fabric, and her eyes are wide and vulnerable.

As I said, beautiful.

Rayne is all strength and bravado and vulnerability and femininity. I admire her determination, even when it’s frustrating as hell. In this moment, she is giving a part of herself to me, and I force myself to calm a little in my desire to ravage her.

This is clearly something she’s not quite used to.

I place my hand on hers as it holds up her bra, and I gently pull it back. She takes the bra with it, exposing perfect little round nipples on her perky tits.

“Sumptuous,” I say. I press her forward gently until her legs reach the bed, and she sits. I kneel before her, my eyes on her chest as I take a nipple between my thumb and finger and roll it. She moans and arches toward me, and I lean in, taking that same nipple in my mouth.

My tongue swirls around the little nub, and then I suck. She moans again, louder, and I trace my tongue along her breast until I reach the other one. It’s only fair, after all. I flick that one with my tongue before I suck, then flick it again.

“Lower,” she breathes, and I understand perfectly what she’s asking of me.

She doesn’t have to ask me twice.

My tongue drifts from her nipple and winds a path down her belly until I reach the crest of her jeans. My hands make quick work of unbuttoning the top, and I slide the zipper down, exposing a pair of black lace panties.

Well, well.

A small strip of blond public hair peeks through, and I lower her jeans until they’re at her ankles. She’s unable to spread her legs in this position, and that’s exactly how I want her—bound a little bit. I circle my finger along the lace covering her mons, that perfect little landing strip guiding me home. I slide it down and feel her wet hot pussy beneath the fabric.

“Mmm,” she moans.

OK, so she likes this part. Let see if we can up the volume on that moan a little bit.

I slip my finger inside her panties and slide it along the length of her, stopping at her clit. I flick it hard then give it a little slap, and she gasps.

Excellent. Good start.

I lift her legs into the air, her jeans effectively keeping her in place, and I slide her panties up her legs, exposing her pink pussy to the open air. She tries to kick her legs apart, but they’re stuck. She’s about to see how good this will make her feel.

And I’m starving for some Rayne.

Her slit is a perfect sliver, and I slide my tongue directly into her warm center.

“Ahh!” she cries, and I move in and out, fucking her with my tongue. Much like the rest of my body, my tongue is extra-large, and it can sink nice and deep into a woman’s body. I lick all the way up and wiggle my tongue inside her, circling it around to taste every last drop.

“Oh my god!” she groans, and I slide back out, leaving her box dripping with my spit and her juices. I slide my tongue up to her clit and wrap my lips around it while my tongue flicks it again at a fast pace. My tongue flutters over her, and her body writhes as she tries to spread herself for me, to take in more. Her legs shake, and I increase my pace on her clit before I slide my middle finger deep into her pussy and pump it in and out.

“I’m coming.”

Her little pussy pulses around my finger, and, after she’s done, I slide it out, ready for my turn. I remove her boots, socks, jeans and panties, so she is fully naked before me.

Now that she’s nice and slick, I’m ready for round two. I pull off my jacket and shirt and tear at the buttons of my pants, my dick begging to spring free. Instant relief hits as my pants drop to the floor, and before I realize it, I am fully naked above her.

Her eyes are filled with hunger as she watches me undress. Maybe I should have given her a show. Frankly, I don’t have the time to bother with that. I need to be inside this woman. I need her body writhing against mine.

I slide up the bed so that I’m spooning her. She wiggles her ass against me, and when she feels the length of my cock, she shudders.

I wrap an arm around her and grasp one of her tits again, massaging it as my other hand slides along the shape of her ass, as silky and plump as I imagined it would be. My hand then grips her thigh and lifts it into the air.

While I spoon her, I guide my dick to her entrance, which is glistening and ready. I try so hard to control myself, to go slow, but the second that wet heat reaches the tip of my dick, all bets are off.

Her pussy is so slick from my tongue that my cock slides all the way to the hilt without any resistance.

“Oh my god, yes,” she breathes, and that’s all the encouragement I need. I set a rhythm and pump into her wet heat, the juicy center of her as delectable as I imagined it would be. She rocks her hips back to meet my thrusts, and I maintain my grip on her breast as I lift her leg higher to open more of her to me.

Her moans resonate around the room as I thrust deeper, harder. I slide all the way in and out of her in a frantic motion, as if not fucking her would kill me.

At this point, it might.

My balls slap against her ass, and I slide the hand holding up her leg down to her sensitive clit. I stroke it as I continue thrusting, and she screams out my name.

I’ve lost all sense of humanity as I slide in and out of her wet pussy. Rayne writhes against my chest as I stroke her clit, stimulating her from every angle, with every thrust. Her body grows tense again, another orgasm building. I hope it happens soon, because I am on the brink of completely blowing my load here.

“Ah, ah, ah!” Her screams increase in volume and pitch, and I don’t let up on my pace. I bring both my hands to her ass and grip on as I let loose completely, taking control and dissolving into her with every insertion, every removal, every slap of my body against hers.

“Lorn!”

Her body erupts around me, and the pulsing of her muscles around my cock is enough to shove me right over the edge. I groan as I come, my release powerful as it shoots through me. I shudder as I orgasm right after she does. Together we breathe hard, my body cradling hers as we heave together as one.

I slide out of her and hold her close, her body nestled comfortably into mine. It’s not a position I’ve ever tried before, to be honest. It’s what my body demanded, to hold her close to me, to protect her while I penetrated her. My need to protect her is as powerful as my desire to fuck her. I’m creating a bad situation for myself all over again.

In the afterglow of that sex, though, I don’t give a flying fuck.

Our breath slows as we lay in my large, comfortable bed. Rayne nestles a little closer to me, and I wrap my arm around her. Her skin is pale and glossy. I run my fingers along that flesh as I relax into my pillow.

How long has it been since I’ve held a woman like this?

Clearly not long enough for me to have learned my lesson about what happens next.

Shut the fuck up, Lorn. Just enjoy this.

Rayne turns in the circle of my arms and faces me, her eyes wide. “Well, that was something.”

“It appears that it was something you enjoyed, yes?”

Her shy smile melts my idiot heart. “Yes,” she says in a small voice.

Oh, man, am I in trouble.

She runs her finger along my bare chest, exploring me. Her index finger traces my collarbone then slides long my pectoral until she lands on my tattoo.

“What’s this mean?” she asks.

Instead of answering, I pull her wrist up and kiss the center of her palm. I turn her hand over and point to her Cash tattoo – just the word. “What’s this mean?” I counter.

She shakes her head.

“We make a fine pair, don’t we? Two strangers with too many secrets,” I say.

Rayne shrugs and snuggles closer to me. She rests her head on my chest, and my heart grows a little warmer.

Funny. I thought that muscle had died a long time ago.

“Let’s try and do as you tell me to do. Live in the moment, soak it in, and enjoy it while it lasts. After all, in a month, I’ll have to go back to my old life anyway, so we might as well enjoy what we’ve got while we have it now. Don’t you agree?” she asks.

It’s a good reminder, a practical one. Rayne is a smart woman who clearly has much more sense than I do. At least, about some things.

“Agreed. Can I get you anything?”

“What, like a nice cup of instant noodles?”

I chuckle and jab her in the rib with my finger. “You’d be lucky to get my instant noodles.”

“I’m sure I would. As it is, we spent the whole day hiking, and I’m exhausted. Why don’t we do a big breakfast in the morning?” she asks.

“Can’t say no to that.”

“Good,” she says with a yawn.

We don’t speak again after that. Moments later, her breathing grows slow and heavy, and I realize she’s fallen asleep on me. It should probably bother me. I like having my own space.

Instead, I sink into my mattress, comfortable, and I close my eyes before I drift to sleep.

Consequences are for morning, anyway.