Chapter 4 #2
“Yes.” She pulls back, planting her hands into the earth on either side of my head so she can stare into my eyes, her hair a black curtain around us. “I’ve fooled around with guys. Just never had sex before.”
“Raven…”
“I’m eighteen, Luca. And though you call me Little Bird, I’m not fragile. I’m telling you I want this and I’m telling you I want it with you. If that’s too much for you, I get it, but if it’s not…”
She leaves that hanging in the small space between us and there is no fucking way on this planet I am allowing another man to take what is mine. I’d kill any man who touches her. Raven. She’s my Raven now.
“I want it to be me. Are you on anything? Because I do not have a condom with me.”
“The pill.”
Jesus. This is actually happening. She’s eighteen. So young. Too young.
I can’t even ask her not to fall in love with me or not to grow attached because I fucking want her to fall in love and I want her to be attached. Even if that makes me an asshole—I know it does. I want all of her for as long as I can have it.
Capturing the back of her head, I pull her back down to me, kissing her soundly, my lips rough and unyielding.
I don’t know how to slow down. I don’t know how to be gentle.
I want her too badly. Our kiss grows harder, wilder.
My hand finds the clasp of her bra and I unhook it, sliding it off her shoulders and slipping it away from between our pressed bodies, all without removing my mouth from hers.
But the feel of her soft tits against me… her hard nipples I’m desperate to suck on…
With my hand on her back, I flip her over, my lips grazing down her jaw, her neck, to the top swell of her breasts.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” I tell her as I pull away so I can look. My hands cup the large mounds that more than fill them up, squeezing, testing their weight, watching her face as I touch her. “Good?”
“Yes. More.”
“Good girl,” I purr before I can stop it and then capture one of her nipples in my mouth.
Her hips shoot up, seeking, grinding into my already straining cock.
A moan flees her lips and shit, her breasts are so sensitive.
Especially when I twist the other nipple while devouring this one. She’s tearing at my back, hers arched.
Lifting them higher, I suck at the soft underside of them, unable to get enough of her smell and taste. The feel of her when none of it seems like enough. She asked for more and that’s the one word on repeat in my head. More .
She cries out, pressing my face deeper into her chest, and I give her what she wants. I want to give her everything. All of me. No end in sight.
Teeth. Tongue. Lips. Fire. Thirst.
“Can you come like this?”
“I… I… I don’t know.”
My hand roams south, undoing the button and zipper on her shorts, and then my fingers are there, sliding beneath her panties and finding her absolutely soaked for me. My thumb hits her clit, rubbing it in circles as my mouth and other hand work every inch of her tits.
“Luca. Yes. Oh my God, yes!”
She grinds up into my hand, riding it as I swirl her slick clit over and over as she falls apart before my eyes.
Her moans. Her face. The feel of her. All of it searing into my brain.
The moment she sags into the grass beneath her, I slip off her shorts and panties, staring in wonder at the sight before me.
She is fucking perfect. Every inch of her is heaven and sin.
Pure seduction. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
Tremulous hands frantically go for my shorts, fumbling with the button, but she’s not ready yet.
I’m not small and she’s tight as a drum.
I want this to be good for her. Hell, I want this to be fan-fucking-tastic for her.
Taking her hands, I shake my head, bringing them up to her breasts so she can play with herself, and I can watch. “Touch yourself. I’m not done with this sweet pussy yet.”
Actually, I’m just getting started with it.
My heart speeds up as my hand trails up the inside of her thigh.
Spreading her legs wide for me, I kneel between them, rimming her hole with my middle finger while she stares at me, her hands kneading her breasts.
Her hips rock against me, urging me to push inside her, but I like teasing her instead.
I like watching the fire in her eyes. The desire as it takes over her.
“Fuck, that’s so hot.”
My angry cock is desperate for release, but for right now, I can’t seem to stop touching her. Her breasts, her skin, her pussy. I want to feel and taste every inch of her.
Pulling my finger away, I suck it into my mouth and then offer it to her. She takes it eagerly in her mouth, sucking on me like it’s my dick, and I groan, imagining her mouth on me. “You’re going to do exactly that another time with my cock, Little Bird. And I can’t wait for it.”
“Mmmm,” she hums around me, evil temptress that she is, and I slip my finger from her mouth and plunge it deep inside her. Slide it out and do it again. Only this time with two fingers, going in as deep as I can.
Unable to stop myself, I crouch down, flicking her clit.
Her taste sweeps around my tongue and crawls inside my head.
There is nothing else out here but us. The sound of the waves in the distance and the wind rustling the grass around our bodies.
Crickets serenade us as the moon bathes us in her soft glow.
But all I can focus on is the woman beneath me.
I pump into her, getting her wetter, working her up higher, and just before she’s about to come again, I remove my shorts, line my dick up with her entrance, and slowly slide inside of her.
My lungs empty with a whoosh, feeling when I hit a spot of resistance only to keep pushing, wanting the hard part of this to be over for her.
She emits a breathy cry, her head tilted to the side, her hands fisted, one on my chest, the other tucked under her chin.
Finally, once I’m seated, I hold still—an act of fucking heroism with how good she feels—and close my eyes. A cascade of chills snakes up my spine because suddenly I’m completely overwhelmed. My heart thunders, beating off rhythm.
“God, Raven.” I cup her face in my hand, gliding my thumb back and forth over her cheek. “Are you okay?” I ask softly.
Only, it’s also a question for myself. Because I’m not okay. Not even a little. Being inside her is everything I never realized being inside another person could be like. Inside her, I’m home. The place I’m always meant to be, nowhere else.
I shudder, staring down at her, fucking high out of my mind in a way I’ve never experienced before. Her. This. Here. She’s everything. I haven’t even moved yet, and I already know I’ll never tire of her.
“Baby, are you okay? You have no idea what being inside you right now is doing to me.”
She sucks in a breath and holds it.
“Breathe, Raven. Take a breath. You’re squeezing the hell out of me.”
“I’m okay.” She exhales heavily, her body relaxing some.
“Tell me when you’re ready.”
I play with her clit, rolling it between my fingers, teasing it without giving her too much pressure. I’m dying, harder than I ever remember being, and the need to move is almost overpowering.
Slowly, she rocks her hips, digging her heels into the ground and rolling back and then up. A hiss slips past my lips and I swear fucking reindeer dance behind my eyes. Nothing has ever felt this good, and I realized it’s two things happening at once.
I’ve never had sex without a condom before.
And it’s being inside her.
“I am dying right now. So good. You feel so good.”
“It’s so tight and I feel so full.”
Jesus Christ. Is she trying to make me blow my load? Falling forward, my hand plants into the ground, my other grabbing her leg and hiking it up over my hip.
“Open those pretty eyes. I want to see them on me when I slide inside you.” Her eyes blink open, locking on mine. “Good girl.” Pulling almost all the way out of her, I thrust back in. Harder than before. I do this again and again, over and over, eyes glued to hers.
So trusting. So beautiful.
Yet another thing I’ve never done, looked at a woman like this while being inside them.
My mouth captures hers, sucking on those plump lips, needing to taste her.
“I am fucking dying right now, Raven,” I pant into her. “Do you feel it? Do you feel me coming apart? Do you feel how perfect we fit together?”
Her hands grip me, one in my hair, the other on my shoulder as I pick up the pace, lifting her other leg and wrapping her fully around me.
“Luca. Oh, fuck, it’s starting to feel so good.”
I pull myself up higher, bringing her body with me as I begin thrusting in and out of her more steadily.
Her tits jiggle and bounce, and I reach out, squeezing one, holding it as I take her.
Glancing down to where we’re joined, my cock glistens darkly in the moonlight, and I wonder if I’m coated in her blood.
That thought turns me into a beast and I move faster, slapping into her with hard, deliberate strokes.
With each thrust, she raises her hips to meet mine, her legs pulling me deeper each and every time.
There is no close enough. No deep enough.
Falling forward, my teeth graze her nipple, biting the top of her breast. She cries out, gripping the hell out of my hair. I land on her neck, sucking on her sweet, sweaty skin.
“More? Can you take more?”
“Yes. God, yes. Don’t stop. I’m getting so close.”
Her cries grow louder, her moans raspier. My name scratches the air as I dig in harder and harder, faster and faster, knowing I’m hitting her just right when her body starts to tremble and then convulse.
“That’s it, Raven. Come all over me. You’re such a good girl.
Come harder, baby. I want to feel your sweet cunt gush.
” That’s all it takes to push her completely over the edge on a scream as wave after wave rolls through her, sucking me in and refusing to let me go.
Her nails rake down my back and I growl through clenched teeth, my eyes glued to her face as she comes.
No longer able to hold off, I follow her over.
The way she sounds and the way she feels is like nothing else.
A deep, feral howl wrenches from my lungs and I fall still, heavy on top of her, spilling everything I have inside her.
Marking her. Claiming her. Fucking out of my head with her.
I pant for my life as sparkles of light flash behind my eyes.
After a few beats, thoughts of what we just did swirl through me, coming in hazy bits and pieces. A contented smile crawls up my face. I roll us over, worried I’m crushing her, and she lands on top of me, my still semi-hard dick half inside of her.
She shivers and I hold her closer, rubbing my hands up and down her back and arm. “Are you cold?”
“No.”
That’s it. Nothing else.
“Are you okay?”
She props her head up, her hair a tangled, beautiful mess. “Luca, I’m so good right now I’m terrified.”
A light laugh trickles past my lips because I know exactly what she means.
I’m done for. A goner. My chest squeezes with this realization, only it doesn’t scare me.
Instead, I feel light. Free. Whole. I’m falling for her, and I should stop it, but it’s the best feeling I’ve ever had and there is no way I can even attempt to try.
I cup her face in my hands, holding her eyes to mine. “Don’t worry, Little Bird. I’ve got you and I’m not letting you go.” No way I ever can now.