I SUDDENLY FELT shy. Everything had changed for me. This mattered. He mattered. I didn’t just want to have sex with him one time tonight. I wanted to do it again and again and again. Until I knew what he liked best. Until I uncovered all of his secrets. Until there were more answers than questions between us. Until he didn’t want to let me go. But that was dangerous thinking. No matter how sublime it was between us or how real it felt, it would end soon.
My inner thoughts exploded to consciousness, and I avoided his gaze. Ducking my chin, I twisted to my side of the bed as he pulled out and rolled over to dispose of the condom. The blank pad of stationery on the nightstand beckoned. My body might be deliciously sated, but inside my head roared a crescendo of sound. Not just any sound. Music. Glorious, wonderful cathartic music. It flowed like a rushing river. The dam had burst. I had to write it down. I snagged the pen and paper, absently tugging down the chemise to cover my pussy that continued to pulse with pleasure aftershocks.
"What the hell, Angel?" Lucky asked, the mattress dipping behind me. I could feel his speculative gaze as I scratched out five lines and immediately started to fill the four spaces between them with the notes I could hear in my mind.
"I'm sorry. I just..." I trailed off, losing my train of thought as I ran out of space on one small sheet, tore it off, tossed it aside and slashed out lines to prepare the next.
I heard paper crinkle and knew he was probably perusing what I had written, but I was consumed by the pressure inside of me to get the entire opening out. Page after page. Scribble. Rip. Move onto the next. When I reached the cardboard at the end of the pad, I started to write on that but suddenly a yellow steno pad was thrust under my nose.
"Use that," Lucky rumbled.
And I did. Until it was all out. Until the river slowed to a bubbling brook. Until the lingering notes only chimed softly in the background.
His head propped up on pillows, Lucky lay on his back beside me on the bed, totally naked. The sheets I had filled and carelessly tossed aside in my haste were now an organized stack on the sexy frontman's lap. My mouth went dry, not just because he was seeing my musical composition so raw but because I knew what was underneath that stack of papers. And because duh, Lucky Spencer was the sexiest man I had ever been with. I'd had sex with him not once, but twice, yet I was still fascinated, still intrigued, still curious. With him currently occupied I had a chance to satisfy some of that curiosity. And satisfy it I did, staring at him and ignoring the cramped muscles in my hand from gripping the pen so tightly.
His hair was mostly dry, those twin arrows at his temples pointing at his gorgeous eyes. His gaze darted back and forth over each line on the page I had filled. Long masculine fingers. Heavily accessorized hands. Sigh. Moving on. A waterfall of ebony at his neck. The dragon's snout nearly hidden beneath the layers. The pale skin of his wide shoulders against the gold suede headboard. His sculpted chest and arms. Double sigh. So perfect. Defined strength. Biceps to forearms. Pecs to abdomen. My jaw fell open as the papers on his lap shifted. His cock was beyond sigh worthy. Even semi-erect it was impressive, beautifully formed for pleasure and as I continued to stare it lengthened, the veins and the bulbous head darkening to a deeper purple. My eyes popped up as he set aside the last page. His gaze was hot.
“You’ll tell me about this later.” He meant my music and his voice was deep and heavy with command. "Right now I want to fuck you again, Angel. Are you ready for that?
I nodded. “But I’m surprised you are. I thought most guys had to wait longer before going again.”
“I’m not most guys."
No, he certainly was not.
“And I'm discovering with you to expect the unexpected.” He set the stack of papers on the night stand carefully as if they were fragile, as if they were precious, as if he believed they truly were a work of art. “To anticipate the exceptional. To savor. To seize and to take it.” He reached for me, grabbed the hem of my dress and yanked it over my head. My hair settled like a cool mantle around my shoulders, and my chain and ring returned to the center of my chest. Legs folded underneath me, I didn’t attempt to cover myself. I didn’t feel shy though I was completely naked. I felt affirmed under his appreciative stare.
"Raven." He let out a breath. "Beautiful is an inadequate word to describe you. Breathtaking is closer. But even then..." His eyes ablaze, he trailed off. "Come here." He stretched out his hand, and I slid my much smaller one into his without hesitation. His warm fingers closing around mine, he tugged firmly, and I went to him on my knees across the rumpled sheets. My gaze locked on his, when I was close enough, I placed my other hand in his waiting palm. With him providing the balance, I leaned my weight into both his hands, opened my legs and straddled his waist. His body was hard like carved marble and yet his skin was incredibly warm, a satiny glide against my inner thighs. He brought my hands to his mouth, holding my stare as he deliberately and thoroughly licked and sucked on each finger. It felt like his lips were on my pussy. My inner walls clenched each time his wet tongue touched my skin. After tasting my thumbs, he separated my hands and placed one on each breast. "Touch yourself. Show me what you like."
I melted from his words, from the velvety deep timbre of his voice, from the knowledge that he wanted to please me. Arching my tits into my cupped hands, I used my wet thumbs to paint the peaks. It felt so good especially with him watching me so closely, that I moaned.
I could feel the sudden stillness, the anticipatory tension, the tight leash he had on his own hunger. It didn't frighten me. It turned me on. Wetness evaporated from my nipples drawing them tighter. Between my legs the opposite. Slickness and heat. And a steady throbbing at the center of me that matched my pulse.
"Continue," he insisted, grasping my hips. While I teased my nipples with back and forth brushes of my palms across the tips until it felt so good that my breath hitched on every pass, he glided his hands slowly upward, in at my waist, over the bumps of my ribcage, until he reached my breasts. He framed them using his fingers and thumbs.
"Lucky." I said on a ragged breath as he lifted the weight of my tits in his warm capable hands. "That feels so good."
"You feel so good. I’ve never seen a prettier sight than you with your cheeks flushed while you pleasure yourself."
My lips curved into a sultry smile.
"Pretty seductress," he praised. "Don’t stop. Show me more."
With heavy lids, I stared deep into the burning blue of his eyes and he watched me as I plucked, pulled and rolled my nipples between my fingers and thumbs.
He groaned.
"Lucky, I’m so wet. So turned on. You make me feel so..."
"Like it’s never been better,” he completed my thought. “Like you’ve never been so hot, to the point that you're afraid that you'll get burned, to the point that you wonder if you’ll ever be able to quench the fire."
"Yes,” I breathed.
"It’s like that for me, too." He gave me his cocky half smile and released my breasts to rip open a condom packet. His forearms jostled me as he rolled it on. My entire body felt hot and needy thinking about his cock and imagining it filling me. I licked my lips in anticipation when he grabbed me by the waist, lifted, positioned and slipped the engorged head inside me. Once again we stared into each other’s heated eyes as he took me slowly, impaling me with his hard length.
"Raven," he exhaled when my body had accepted all of him. His fingers flexed almost too tightly on my skin. My hands were on his chest. I could feel his rapid heartbeat underneath them.
"It feels too good to put into words." I spread my fingers over his skin, circling his nipples, flicking my thumbs over the drawn peaks. There was reverence in the way I caressed him. Poetry in the way I lifted and circled my hips as he lifted his own to deepen the penetration. I realized I had been waiting my whole life for sex to be like this. For a partner to not only anticipate what I needed, but to want to provide it. It was the opposite of boring. It was unbridled fascination.
And because of our foreplay, my release rushed up at me as Lucky teased, plucked and pulled at my nipples employing the techniques I had revealed to him. Only with him in charge the fiery sensations were magnified. Ribbons of pleasure coursing through me from my tits to my cunt, I lifted until only the end of his cock remained inside of me, then I took him all the way back in, sliding along the length that was hard and slippery wet because of me.
In control, yet surrendering, giving yet receiving, this was more than just fucking, far more, but I shied away from that thought. This moment. This moment was paradise.
"Your arms are trembling," Lucky commented gruffly on the next upward thrust of his hips. "Let's switch positions." His expression spoke of pure masculine need.
“But,” I started to protest, but he knew what I needed. He kept us joined as he flipped me over. I inhaled sharply as he slammed in all the way to the hilt. He immediately pulled nearly all the way back out, leaving only the swollen head of his glorious cock inside of me. Then he rammed all the way inside again. He could penetrate so much deeper in this position. It felt so good to have him so deep inside of me. He filled me, and he coaxed me closer and closer to a climax with each thrust and drag over my pulsing swollen clit. Desperation riding me, I lifted my hips for each stroke, my hands latched tight onto his bunched biceps. His breaths short, every muscle straining taut, he established a punishing rhythm that hurtled us both toward the release we sought. Hearts as unfettered as our passion, we stared into each other’s eyes. I saw it coming for him, and I knew he saw it rising in me. The wild fury. The fervor. Like a ravenous beast it clawed its way through me and took over him. His ardor unleashed, he pounded my cunt. He groaned. I moaned. Relinquishing all thought of control, I climaxed around his hot cock, surrendering to him and the wildness inside both of us.