Chapter 28
S he settles on the blanket, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath she’s taking.
My touch is cagey, and she’s unable to anticipate it, or what I have in store for her.
It’s making me edgy with excitement, my cock straining so hard through my jeans, I think the fucker is ready to take on my zipper himself in order to be set free.
Staring down at my phone, I absorb the picture I just took of her. It’s dark, but with the firelight dancing on her skin, it’s nothing short of erotic art.
“Fuck, your beauty is so much, it’s almost paralyzing. How is a man to think when you look like this?”
“You’ll have to try. I’m waiting with my legs spread open.”
A wry grin hits my lips and I lean forward, kissing over her thrumming pulse at the base of her neck.
She sucks in a breath and holds it in as my hand cups her breast, so full and glowing orange in my hand.
I can’t stop myself from taking another picture.
Already knowing I’m going to stare at these for hours after this night is over.
Hopefully, I’ll get to do that with her, but I think the jury’s still out on just how far I’ve come tonight in my winning Raven back and making her mine scheme.
I have been bereft for four years, watching her from afar. Knowing she’s made for bigger and better things than myself. I made a choice and that choice cost me. It cost her too. Dearly. But in the end, we are not flawed by our choices. We are stronger for them. Together.
I hope.
Returning to the bag, I pull out a few items, set them on the floor beside me, and then remove my shirt. Opening one of the jars, I dip my finger inside and then paint her lips, smearing them black.
Reflexively, her tongue juts out, licking at them, and I shove my finger in her mouth so she can suck the rich chocolate sauce off me.
“Good?”
“Mmmm,” she hums appreciatively.
I pry my finger free of her mouth and do it again, this time spreading the chocolate over her nipple. I take a picture and then suck it into my mouth, causing her back to arch, her elbows digging in deeper into the blanket and floor.
I do the same with the other nipple and then set the sauce aside, picking up a chocolate caramel instead. “Take a bite,” I tell her, rubbing it against her lips.
She opens and bites into it at the same time I pull it away, causing a string of caramel to cling to the candy and then break, sticking to her bottom lip and chin.
My mouth cleans up the mess, my tongue and teeth scraping up the leftovers as my clean hand coasts down her stomach, pausing just below her belly button.
My lips fuse with hers, eating at her, tasting the creamy, sweet chocolate. “Do you want more?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl. Open.”
I place another candy in her mouth, this one a fudge truffle, followed by some chocolate sauce. The way she looks right now nearly does me in, the image so much better than any I conjured up in my head when I was purchasing everything.
I plunge my finger inside her just as she swallows the candy and I suck in a sharp breath.
So ready for me. But not yet. I circle my thumb over her clit, staring down at my hand.
What is it about touching her? Her stomach muscles quiver, her body shaking.
So close and I’ve barely played with her yet.
Just as she swallows, I squirt whipped cream onto her stomach. “Luca! Ah! That’s cold.” She laughs, her body jolting, trying to dodge the cold cream.
“Hold still,” I admonish.
“I can’t,” she shrieks, laughing harder.
“You’re messing up my masterpiece.”
“Screw your masterpiece.”
“That comes next.”
Giggles flee her lungs as I continue to spray pillows of white all over her belly and now breasts. “Promises, promises,” she gasps, arching, her head falling back as I spray her nipple.
“You told me no sex.”
“I am a woman. I reserve all rights of sexual intercourse and that includes changing my mind.”
Woman is right.
“This’ll shut you up.”
I squirt whipped cream into her open mouth, making sure I get all around her lips. Then I take a picture. First of her belly and tits before she fucks it all up and then her face because between the cream and the blindfold, she’s unrecognizable.
Her hand comes up, wiping the excess away and tossing it in what she assumes is my general direction.
“Missed.” I reach over and remove her blindfold. One, because I want her to see. Two, because I miss her eyes and crave their dark, heady look when she’s turned on.
“You total—” She glances down, tilting her head as she does her best to read my messy scrawl. “Luca’s?”
“Yup. Mine. In case you were unclear.” I dive in before she can say anything, licking as much of the white mess off her as I can. She falls back to the floor, lost somewhere between laughter and moaning.
“Don’t I get a turn with that?”
“Not a chance, baby girl.” Seconds before I go into a diabetic coma from all the sugar, I grab the damp towel I have still in the bag and clean her up with it. “Had enough dessert?”
“No way. I’m just getting started with mine.” She shoves me down, climbing on top me and straddling my thighs. And damn. This view.
“Can I get your face now?”
“It won’t go anywhere?”
“Never.”
A nod.
Grabbing my phone off the ground, I unlock it with my face and snap another picture of her from above me.
“Lift your hair with your hands. Yeah. Like that.” Click . “Fuck, you’re so hot.” With her hands holding her long, inky strands up, she starts to rock her naked pussy against me, grinding herself along the border of my jeans and abs. “That feel good?”
“Mmmhmm.”
Fuck pictures. I switch to video mode and hit record.
I can’t decide where I want to look. At my phone as if I’m watching something I shouldn’t or at the woman getting off on top of me.
I want to take off my jeans. I want to slide inside of her and record the look in her eyes when I fill her up.
I must tell her that because she rises onto her knees and undoes the button and zipper of my jeans, pulling my dripping cock out.
Licking her lips, she stares down at me, wrapping her hand around my length and then pumping up and down before lowering her body until she’s doing the same with her pussy. She doesn’t push me inside her. Instead, she’s playing with me around her opening, using my tip to rub her clit.
“I want those eyes, Little Bird.” I get her flush of half-mast heat, the curve of her smile, the soft parting of her lips as she moans. “Fuck. Look at you. The way your tits move.” I reach up, grabbing one. “Harder. I want you to come on my cock like this.”
Sweat clings to her forehead as she picks up her pace, the feel of her slick pussy soaking my cock while her hand holds me against her has me practically seeing triple.
“Luca,” she moans, her head falling back, her hair tumbling behind her as she angles her hips forward, seeking more friction, more contact.
“Good girl. That’s it. Right when you start to come, I want you to put me inside you.”
“So close.” Whimpers tumble from her lips, her grip on me tightening, her pussy leaking all over me. Her movements grow less coordinated, more frantic the closer she gets. My hand holding the camera is shaking, trying desperately to keep this going.
“Now, baby. Put me inside you now.”
Shifting her weight, she positions me back to her opening and sinks down.
Streaks of white light fill my vision and I emit a guttural groan.
Her pussy is so hot. So wet. So tight. It flutters around me, holding me in, and I have to grit my teeth and clench my ass cheeks so I don’t blow my load this second.
“Fuck, Little Bird.”
I pinch her nipple and thrust up and that’s all it takes. She detonates, coming on a cry, her pussy squeezing me so hard, I wheeze, choking on my breath.
“Keep your eyes open. Don’t you dare shut them.”
They lock with mine and I record her falling apart all over me, my name chanting from her lips as I continue to fuck her, thrusting up and pinching her nipple.
She collapses forward, her hands planting themselves on my chest, and it takes everything in me not to come with her as hot blood pumps through my veins, edging me closer.
Setting my phone down, I wrap my arms around her, dragging her face up to mine so I can kiss her. Still inside of her, I start to move slowly in and out of her like this, our mouths fused in a sloppy kiss.
I brush some of the sticky hair back from her face and find her eyes. “My favorite place to be is right here with you. Looking at you. Inside you.” My lips layer with hers. “I love you, Raven.”
“Then how about you put your money where your mouth is?”
“Huh?” It comes out as a bemused chuckle, only to turn into a raspy groan as she climbs off me and stands up.
“Come fuck me in my bed. Not against a window. Not in some alley. Or even on my floor. Show me what your love feels like from the inside four years later.”
I don’t have to be told twice. I stand up, kick my jeans off the rest of the way, scoop her up in my arms, and walk us into her bedroom. Pulling back the blanket, I set her down, slide in on top of her, and then cover us both with the blanket.
“Hi,” I whisper to her, staring into her eyes like this, consumed by her and cocooned under the blanket.
“Hi.”
I brush my nose against hers. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you. So much.”
A rush of euphoria sweeps through me. The woman has an unsettling power over me. She owns my soul.
“I tried like hell to get over you for four years and no matter what I told myself, you were always there. In my head. In my heart. We made a lot of mistakes, Luca.”