CHAPTER TWENTY #2
My brows shot up.
She was too sated to care or be embarrassed, and merely shrugged. “Better to have it and not need it, than need it and not have it.”
“Good thing you have it and need it,” I said, lunging over to the side of the bed to where I’d tossed her shorts, and retrieved the condom. I sat back on my heels and was about to pull down my pants, but I stopped and met her eyes. “You’re sure about this?”
Biting her lip, she sat up, reached for the elastic of my pants and pulled it down until my cock sprang out and slapped against my lower stomach. Her eyes went wide. “I am very sure.”
Snorting, I tore open the wrapper. Without even blinking, she watched me roll on the condom. “You can stop this at any time,” I said, covering her again and encouraging her to recline back, but her hand on my chest stopped me.
“Can I just, like, see you in all your totally naked glory for a sec? Josiah was such an old, wrinkly fucker. And you’re …” she sighed, “you’re so not him at all.”
Smirking, and a little self-conscious all of a sudden, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, stood up, and ditched my pajama pants altogether, so that I was now there totally in the buff. Which, fair enough, she was also totally naked—and gorgeous, I might add.
“Turn around,” she said, twirling her finger in the air.
Rolling my eyes, I spun around, giving my ass a little clench as I did.
She moaned. “That’s a nice ass you’ve got there, McEvoy.”
“Yours isn’t too bad either, Elsa.” I bobbed my eyebrows up and down. “I’ve admired your ass for a long time now.”
“Let’s focus on planting your flag in one hole tonight and we can discuss others at a later date, hmm?”
My brows nearly left my forehead. “That’s not what I meant. I swear.”
Raina’s tinkling laugh was like music as she climbed onto her knees and reached for me. “I know. I’m comfortable with you. Comfortable enough to joke.”
But rather than move down onto the bed with her, I hauled her up to stand with me. Both of us naked, vulnerable. She stared up into my eyes, blinking.
“You deserve the world,” I said, reaching up and softly brushing the side of my finger against her bruised cheek. “Don’t ever let anyone tell you that you don’t.”
Her nostrils flared, her chest rose and fell rapidly.
Then our bodies crashed together like two powerful magnets.
Looping my arms under hers, and cradling her back, I took her mouth, devoured her moans and whimpers as she held on tight around my neck, breathing deeply through her nose.
We kissed like that for a few moments, then parted, utterly breathless.
“Wow,” she panted.
Nodding, I turned her around, and slowly helped her recline onto her back again, crawling up her body until I hovered over her. “I’m glad you’re comfortable with me. But this isn’t a joke. Not to me.”
She nodded and blinked a few times. “Me either.”
“You’re sure?” I asked again.
“Very sure.”
Reaching between us, I positioned the crown of my cock at her center, but I didn’t move forward at all.
First, I grabbed her wrists from where they rested on my shoulders and bound them together, holding them both in one of my hands and lifting them over her head.
I held my body over hers with the other arm as I slowly, gently slid inside.
As expected, she was a tight fit.
We both moaned as I took my time filling her up. Our sighs were echoes of each other when I bottomed out, and our gazes locked.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” she moaned. “I hate how good your cock feels inside me.”
It was impossible not to smile at a compliment like that.
“You’re okay though?”
She opened her eyes and hit me with those little lines between her brows when she glared.
“Please stop asking me that. I’m more than okay.
I’m amazing. I’m safe. I’m enjoying sex for the first time in my life.
Don’t ruin it by overthinking it. You’re not going to hurt me, Jagger.
I want this.” She lifted up and snagged my bottom lip with her teeth.
“I want you,” she said after releasing me. “Now move … please.”
Nodding, I did as I was told and began to rock my hips back and forth.
There was no rushing this. I jerked off this morning to thoughts of Raina, and I had a condom on.
I wasn’t going to blow like a teenage boy with his dick in a stiff wind.
I wanted to make this as pleasurable and special for her as I could.
I’d deflowered two women in my life, and I took neither of those instances for granted. I knew the honor and responsibility behind being someone’s first, and even though I wasn’t Raina’s first, I still wanted this to be special and enjoyable for her.
I drove home, seating myself inside of her fully—her hot, tight pussy squeezing my dick. I tilted my hips a little and she let out a catlike mewl.
“Fuck,” she muttered. “Do that again.”
Smiling and burying my face in her neck, I didn’t slide out at all, but just tipped my hips again so my pelvic bone rocked against her clit.
“Oooooh … god yes.”
She wrapped her legs around mine, bracketing me in as she writhed and wriggled beneath me.
With every one of my plunges, her hips left the mattress to meet me, taking me to the hilt sooner, and begging for more friction against her clit.
Her thighs trembled against mine and little muscle twitches in her arms and torso told me she was close.
“Can you come like this?” I asked her, surging forward again, and swiping my tongue across her collarbone, the slight tang of sweat making me lightheaded with need.
“Yes,” she murmured. “God, yes.”
I couldn’t keep the grin from my face even if I tried as I pulled back one more time, twirled my hips in a circle, then dropped down hard, filling her up completely.
She exploded around me, locking me in a vice grip with her thighs squeezing mine, calves holding my legs in place as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body with remarkable force.
Her head thrashed on the pillow, messing up her messy bun even more.
I released my grip on her wrists and tore the elastic out of her messy bun, snapping it in the process.
Threading my fingers through her hair, I pushed my nose against her temple, inhaled deep, and came hard.
Pleasure spread out from my lower belly, and my balls tightened up against my taint as my cock throbbed inside of her, reveling in the squeeze of her pussy. Her heat surrounded me, holding me captive.
It was Stockholm Syndrome. I sympathized with my captor. I never wanted to leave the tight, hot embrace of Raina’s body. Not for anything.
Her orgasm ended before mine, and she sighed as her body went lax, muscles melting into the mattress beneath me. Her fingers traced the length of my back from my shoulder blades to my ass cheeks as I basked in the aftershocks of my release.
I took a few breaths to gather my wits before lifting my head to check in on her.
“Don’t ask me if I’m okay,” she said, a twinkle of warning in her eyes. “I’m more than fine. I’m wonderful. I don’t regret anything. I’m glad it happened. I’m glad it was you. Okay?”
All I did was nod before rolling off her and removing the condom. I quickly tugged my pajama pants back on, then slipped out to the bathroom to go dispose of the condom and wash my face, dick, and hands.
Raina was already dressed again and waiting her turn when I came out. Neither of us said anything, but we exchanged smirks as she slipped past me into the bathroom.
I grabbed us both a glass of water, then returned to my bed.
What if she didn’t come back to the guest room? Was I assuming too much to think she’d return and not just go back to her own bed?
Stop overthinking it, McEvoy.
It was hard not to though. Our entire relationship, from the first message on the dating app to now, I caught myself overthinking and overanalyzing things with Raina. I never really knew where I stood with her.
Luckily, she saved me from my crippling self-doubt, and opened the door, closed it again, and locked it before sliding under the covers with me. She snuggled right in, her head on my shoulder, hand on my chest. She felt good in my arms. Really fucking good.
“That was everything I ever hoped it would be,” she said, her voice already sleepy. “Thank you.”
I kissed the top of her head. “Happy to help.”
Her snort eased the tension in my chest. “I’m sure you were.”
“Sleep, Raina,” I said, reaching over and shutting off the lamp, pitching us into darkness. “There are no monsters here.”
“Besides the one in your pants,” she said right before she yawned and snuggled into me deeper.
I chuckled. “I felt like a piece of meat, you know? You making me twirl for you like that.”
“You loved it.”
“That’s besides the point.”
She yawned again. “Keep telling yourself that, McEvoy.” I hadn’t even come up with a good comeback and she was already out. Her breathing deep and even, and the sweetest little snore rumbling through her nose.
And I didn’t even have to sing “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough.”
As much as I would have loved to wake up next to Raina, with her in my arms, we weren’t the only people in this house to think about. Sure, Marco didn’t dislike me anymore, but I doubt he’d be okay finding his mother in my bed in the morning. Or, god forbid, later tonight if he woke up needing her.
Once I knew Raina was in a deep enough sleep, I carefully scooped her up and carried her back to her own bed.
It was tough to leave her though. It was tough not to slide under the covers and cradle her body against mine, falling asleep with my nose in her hair, her peach of an ass tucked up tight against my dick.
But I did. I pulled the covers up over her, kissed her forehead and left her there.
I returned to my bed alone, but with very filthy thoughts, and wonderful recent memories crashing through my mind until I finally fell asleep, ready to face Soloman tomorrow and let him know just what kind of a fate he faced if he ever stepped foot on San Camanez Island again.