Chapter Five #2
I nod at Maverick then kiss Jonas goodnight, turning to face my sweet girl waiting for me, freshly showered, in my shirt.
I smile up at her as my feet take me to her.
She holds out her hand to me and I take it, letting her lead me up the stairs to my bedroom that smells of her, of me, and of Jonas.
It is the most enticing concoction that I’ve ever smelled and it is my favorite although one scent is faint and I.
.. I wouldn't mind more of it here. While we do have one large room on the first floor with an Alaskan King-sized bed we all use for our…
activities, we all still each have our own room.
Jonas hardly sleeps in his room unless he has to wake up too early for a flight or is too tired after a game.
Raven switches between me, Maverick and Jonas - only using her room as a place to work on her music or have time to herself if she needs it.
Maverick, of course, uses his room as a way to both hide what he’s doing to Syndicate members as well as a place to keep Raven to himself.
While he does tend to sleep with us at times, he prefers his solidarity and that’s understandable.
Besides, I think he quite enjoys it when Raven slips into bed with him when she misses him.
It is so beautiful to be loved by Raven and be allowed in her mind - just as it is so…
vexing to be partially shut out. Fortunately, I do have the patience required of me, even when I wish I could push her the way Maverick does.
But I love when my partner is sweet and needs me.
That is when I go feral for her and for Jonas as well.
It’s as if they know I appreciate feeling needed. And wanted.
I remove my clothes and crawl up the bed over her.
When she parts her thighs for me, I settle between them and put my full weight on her.
Her hands find purchase on my back and rest there, fingers caressing the grooves of muscle before they settle on either side of my ribcage.
I search her eyes before dipping my nose into the column of her throat and inhaling her scent.
“I missed you, Amourette. More than words can fathom, I missed you with my entire being. Do you understand you are not allowed to leave me? Ever. We are tethered, Little Bird.”
She grins, and I take this in- the sight of her so sinfully raw- the way her hair is settled around her like a dark halo, fresh faced, lips parted, eyes dark and cheeks slightly flushed.
My heart barely beats in my chest, waiting for her words as her fingers rake up and down my back, soothing me.
Soothing the evil that lurks just beneath my skin. “I missed you more, Damon.”
My name on her lips always sounds like an invocation only meant for my soul to hear.
It makes me feel godlike. I grow hard above her but instead of ravaging her the way I want, the way I need-I need this more.
To simply be in her presence and breathe her in so my soul will stop rattling in its cage.
For it knows its master. “Did you have fun in Seattle?”
She nods enthusiastically. “So mmm-much fun!”
I shift my weight and roll us over. “Yes? Would you tell me all about it, Little Bird?” because I need t hear her voice so my ribcage will finally renounce this vile, squeezing tendency it has picked up while she was away, and let my lungs and heart do their job.
Her hair curtains forward, falling around her shoulder and her chest. I stare, drinking in the sight of her above me, talking animatedly, slightly stuttering but pushing through and I am in such awe of the woman I see.
The woman she’s become. When she gets to the part of finding a small music museum, I take note of that.
Of all of it, locking it away in the recesses of mind. Every smile that makes me smile.
I have so much to do in so little time.
When she falls asleep on top of me, her head on my chest while I play with her hair, I reach over to my nightstand and begin to look up all the things available both in New York and everywhere else we’re heading to. I want this to be the next best chapter of her life.
I wake up to a wet warmth engulfing me, and I smile, blinking awake at the ceiling first, then down to see one small hand on my abdomen, the other gripping my shaft.
Dark eyes glitter up at me and my cock is encased by the most sensual lips I’ve ever had the pleasure of kissing.
“Look at you, sweet girl. Did you miss Daddy that much?”
She moans around me and the vibrations are felt down to my scrotum. Her cheeks hollow out as she comes up, licking beneath my frenulum to my glans, swirling and wiggling her vicious tongue. I spread my thighs farther. “Daddy… was so hard.”
A shiver rolls between my shoulder blades before shooting down my spine and lapping at my balls.
By how hard I am, and how I can feel her saliva dripping down them, I can tell she’s been at this for a while.
“Such a good girl, Amourette.” I grip her head by the temples and slowly guide her up and down, groaning at the pressure she causes when she sucks me in deeper, trying to take all of me in.
But I need to be teased. I need to be worshipped.
“Slower. I want to be ready to burst by the time I get inside of your pussy, Raven. Ohhhh fuck… like that, Little Bird. Your mouth is such a fucking tease. That’s it… a little more.. Just like that.”
My heels find purchase on the mattress, my hips buck up to meet her downs, my fingers entangle themselves into the chocolate and silver strands I adore, attached to the woman I was made to love.
“Oh, god, Raven. Your mouth is sinfully exquisite. Come here, Little Bird, sit on my face. I need to taste you.” She obeys so sweetly, and I throw the pillows off the bed and onto the floor.
It’s laundry day, anyway. She pulls her panties off quickly and I grow harder at the vision of her squatting down to sit on my face.
I love the soft swell of her stomach, the soft, round firmness of her teardrop breasts, the hard, pink pearled nipples, the way her puffy lower lips part as soon as she sits her pussy on my face and I’m fed the most delicious nectar.
“Damon…” she breathes, reaching back to pump my cock with her fist, while she grinds down on my mouth.
Every undulation of her hips has her moaning with every swipe of my tongue.
I’m not going to last.
I lift her suddenly, and place her on her back, guiding my cock to her slick entrance and crudely shove every inch of myself into her until I slam home.
That same electrifying shiver I’m all too familiar with follows, making me want to come but I hold back, dragging my cock to feel every groove of her inner walls gripping me so tight I groan a tormented whisper meant only for her ears. “Putain, Amourette.”
I work us into a frenzy, sliding my hand between us. Not to play with her but to feel where we’re connected, finding where she begins, and I end. Only then do I begin to play with her swollen, needy clit.
“Damon, I love you.”
“Then show me how you love me, Little Bird. Come for me. That’s it.
God, you grip me so well when you come for me.
Every flutter. Every spasm. Ohhhh putain, fuck, Amourette.
Chaque putain de centimètre de toi est exquis.
” Every fucking inch of you is exquisite.
“Je t'aime plus qu'il n'y a d'étoiles dans le ciel, petit oiseau. Tu est tout pour moi.” I love you more than there are stars in the sky. You are everything to me.
“Damon!”
White dots blur my vision as the same searing heat rushes down my back, collected at the base of my spine and pushing forward as she pulsates and clenches.
“That’s it. Keep giving it to me. You’re making me want to fill you up.
That’s it. Such a filthy fucking girl. Oh, god, yes Raven.
Yes!” My orgasm barrels out of me. I pull out, painting my sweet girl in every ounce of cum I can muster.
Her pussy, her stomach. It hits her breasts and her chin, causing my demented little cumslut to smile.
I stare down at the mess I’ve created, loving when she begins to move her hands and collect it all.
I help her, massaging my essence into her skin so she can wear me all day.
I kiss her… everywhere, only to land on her lips with a grin. I shuffle us then twist, landing beside her. “That… was a very good morning.”
She giggles and tucks herself into my side so we can sleep a little while longer, in each other’s embrace.
The way it will forever be.
No matter what may come.