9. Reva
REVA
“Oh my god!” I cling tightly to the basket of the balloon, my heart leaping into my throat as it shakes and shimmies, lifting off from the ground slowly, the loud roar of the hot air above us filling the balloon making me shudder.
I close my eyes and shriek, dropping down to my knees.
“What are you doing?” Tom laughs and pulls at my arms. “Come up here and watch. You’re missing all the good stuff.”
“Unless the good stuff is the ground, I’m good here,” I mutter, hiding my face in my arms as I hold onto the rough basket like it’s my only lifeline.
I feel the basket shimmy again and squeak, my fingers tightening on the basket again.
“Hey…don’t tell me that fearless Reva is afraid of a little hot air balloon!
” Tom’s voice is husky and I feel his fingers dance on my cheekbone, pushing my hair out of my face.
I can’t help it, I open my eyes and all I see is his face.
His gorgeous face. The carved cheekbones, strong jaw and deep brown eyes lit up with golden sparks.
I’m breathless and tingly all over and I can’t stop staring at him. Can’t stop picturing him walking into that bathroom and this time? This time he walks into that shower stall and his big hands cup my face, his mouth taking mine, kissing me fiercely.
I can feel it. My toes tingle and sparks light up the late afternoon sky as I fall into his eyes.
Drift into the fantasy of him picking me up and suddenly he’s not wearing any clothes, his body hard under my fingers, the water pounding onto us as his big hands hold my thighs open and he slides inside of me, fucking me ruthlessly against that shower wall.
Until I come apart around him, screaming, my body trembling, my pussy spasming around his steely length.
And then his cock jerks inside of me and his seed paints my inside walls like Van Gogh painting a masterpiece.
My head falls back and I lose myself again and again as he thrusts inside of me harder. Until we fall to the tile floor, pleasure wrapping around us. Fulfilled finally.
“Hey, Reva! You in there, baby girl.”
Oh my god! He called me baby girl. In that damn husky, smooth as velvet voice of his. Goosebumps quiver all over my skin and I unclench my fingers, jerking them over to his shirt and sinking them into his chest.
He gasps and I wait for him to pull me off. To tell me to back off.
But he doesn’t. Instead his warm palms reach up and cup my face and he leans closer, his minty breath dancing across my cheek. Whispering across my ear, “If you don’t get that look off your face, little girl, I’m gonna have to take you back to our room and spank your pretty ass.”
Heat coils through my belly and my eyes widen. There’s a new kind of burn in his whiskey eyes and I can’t stop sinking into them, letting that heat curl in my belly, my pussy clenching hard, crying out for his touch, needing him inside of me, owning me, claiming me.
Breathless, I move closer and my nose touches his, my eyes darting to his eyes. He doesn’t speak, just watches and waits.
But he doesn’t move back. Joy fills me. I’ve never been this close to him, never felt like I’m feeling now.
No man has ever stirred these feelings in me. Just him. Other men on campus have tried. But there’s always only been him.
I move closer and my lips touch his, the hunger catching fire between us, shivers wracking my body as his soft lips cling to mine.
His mouth opens and my tongue surges forward into his mouth, tasting the smoky, sharp tang of the alcohol he drank earlier.
Tasting the mint from his toothpaste. But most of all, tasting him.
That unique taste that is only him. Dark and sinful and necessary to my soul.
He jerks back with a groan. His hands slip lower and he pulls me closer, then he starts to move and I close my eyes again when the basket shimmies.
“Come with me,” he breathes. “Do you trust me?”
I nod my head, keeping my eyes closed. I feel the air whooshing past my face and then I feel his warmth so close that it envelopes me. The rush of the hot air, roaring overhead.
He turns me in his arms and he whispers in my ear, his front pressed to my back. I can feel the hard ridge of him against my back. My pussy clenches again on nothing, desperate to close on him. To feel him fill me up.
“Look out there, angel. Tell me what you see.”
Slowly, I open my eyes and my breath catches, my fingers tightening on the rough basket.
The sun’s setting and the fire from its fingers creeps across the desert below us, painting the rocks and sand into a vibrant canvas. Reds, oranges, dark shadows where it doesn’t hit. Fire everywhere.
Fire inside me when he leans closer. “Look how beautiful it is. Alive and stunning. Almost as stunning as you in this light.”
My muscles relax, my body sinking into the hardness of his, feeling his body tighten against me. My soft to his hard. My weak flesh yielding to his much stronger.
“We were made for each other, Reva. As wrong as it is, it’s also so fucking right. Your soft curves were made for me to sink into and my body was made to shelter yours from the storms that life throws at us. We’re perfect together.”
I turn to face him, my breasts pressed into his lower belly and he groans, his golden eyes flashing.
“I can’t pretend anymore, Reva. I know what I saw.
I know that you want me as much as I want you.
I know that it’s crazy and that some people will think it’s wrong.
But I can’t help that. All I can do is promise you that I will never hurt you.
I will spend my whole life protecting you.
I need you so damn much that I ache for you.
I don’t even own my own heart anymore. It’s yours. It has been for a long time.”
I press my fingers into his hard chest, feeling the muscles flex under them, my breath catching as my eyes lock on his. I lift my hand up and cup the back of his head, my fingers sinking into the soft strands of his golden-brown hair.
“Tom,” I whisper breathlessly against his lips. “I need you to touch me, claim me. Make me your wife in every way.”
And his lips quirk up, his mouth slamming onto mine. All thought fading away, swept away on a tide of lust and love. I pant against his lips as his fingers dig into my backside, holding me steady. Holding me safe.
His lips break free and he turns me back around, his dick jerking against me. His body heat, the scent of him surrounding me even as the air rushes by us.
He whispers in my ear so the man staring at us, steering the balloon can’t hear his dirty words.
“When I get you back, I’m going to fuck my dirty girl like she needs. I’m going to claim my wife for the first time. And then I’m gonna do it again and again, until we’ve finally sated this hunger that’s been building up between us since I saw you across the casino last night.”
“Promise?” I whisper back.
“Oh, I promise you. This is happening, baby girl. We’re forever. You’re never getting rid of me.”
I sink back against him and just enjoy the feel of him against me. The way he curls his body around me, protecting me.
The way this feels like the place I was always meant to be. Where I was always going to end up.
With him. For the rest of our lives.