27. His Dirty Girl
HIS DIRTY GIRL
WILLOW
H olding my hand, Raymond leads me in the direction of my room. Two steps in and he turns around, backing me against the door. The only light is the dim, soft ethereal night-light I left on earlier.
His lips land on mine softly, and every time he does that, I’m left a little surprised. For someone as aggressive as he is in business, he’s so freaking patient when it comes to this.
Moments pass and his kiss turns more passionate, more urgent, as if asking permission. When I part my lips, he kisses me deeper, his tongue slowly meeting mine, stroking it in seductive, circular motions.
Has a kiss ever felt like this?
No. Not at all. Never for me.
“Do you know how happy you’ve made my home, Wills?” he says against my mouth before kissing my cheeks. His words have the same emotion as his touch. It brands want, desire, and feelings.
My heart flutters for a beat in worry, wondering how I’ll save myself after leaving this home, but as if Ray can read all my thoughts, he distracts me.
“Do you know how hard I was when I left your room the other night? All it took was one stroke and the memory of your taste and I came so fucking hard I felt like I’d pass out.”
Wow! Now all I can think about is Raymond stroking himself. My whole body shakes with timid desire, and my hands tighten around his waist.
“You’re thinking about that, aren’t you?” he whispers. “My dirty girl.”
I like that. Being his dirty girl.
Just for the night.
He grips the hem of my T-shirt. “I swore to myself that when you chose me again the next time, I’d go slow.” He licks the column of my neck. “I’d kiss you for hours and show you how much I want you.” He nips my earlobe. “But I can’t. Sorry, Wills.”
That’s all the warning I get before he yanks my T-shirt over my head and pushes my bra aside. His mouth, hungry and ruthless, almost attacks my breasts, and he devours my nipple.
“This is much hotter,” I murmur, grabbing his shoulders for support, writhing against the solid door.
Ray releases a pleased hum as he unclasps my bra and tosses it aside. Without missing a beat, he sinks down to his knees and undoes my jeans, then pushes them down to my ankles before disentangling them from my feet. I’m still getting used to the feel of standing almost naked in the middle of the room as cool air touches my skin, making my body shiver and causing my nipples to harden further.
Raymond runs his hands from my ankles up to my thighs, where he hooks his thumbs in my cotton panties and slides them down and off.
Crap!
I let out a soft squeal when he lifts one leg, and my grip on his shoulders tightens. He kisses my ankle before dragging his tongue all the way up to my calves, the back of my knees, and my inner thighs. But when he reaches my pelvis, his hands resting low on my hips, his tongue disappears in my folds, and I moan.
He bends my leg over his shoulder, gaining more access, his tongue going in deep, his fingers spreading me open for him.
He seems to love going down on me, as if it’s my pleasure he’s really after and not his own. His tongue drifts up, taking my clit captive between his lips, and at the same time he slides a finger into my wet, soaking sex. My leg buckles, and without thought, I grab a fistful of his hair.
I’m so freaking close.
The intensity of his touch, his actions, is too much. My hip involuntarily jerks forward, closer to his face, to his mouth, to feel more of all that he’s making me feel.
I don’t recognize my own voice as a sob leaves me with a muttered, “God, Ray.”
But before I can jump off that cliff, he pulls his mouth and finger away, and I feel…abandoned.
My quivering clit waits for his tongue, but Ray kisses my lower stomach instead.
With my hands still on his hair, I try to push him down to my waiting sex, where I’m aching to be touched, to be brought to that climax that was so close. But Ray nips my hip instead as his warm big palms come up to cup my breasts, kneading them. He keeps trailing wet kisses on my pelvis, my thigh, which is still bent around his shoulder. Finally, he brings his mouth back to my hot core.
He licks my clit and kisses it softly once before taking it into his mouth hard and slowly sliding two fingers into my sex. I’m once again close to that peak, but before I can cross over, he pulls away. Again.
“Ray. Fuck. No.”
He stands abruptly while I’m almost whining. His breath is hot against my lips, and his mouth tastes of me when he kisses me this time.
I’m now a hot mess, grinding myself against him and the wooden door to feel any part of him.
“Shh. I told you I’ll show you what it means to belong here, to be mine, and that’s how it’ll feel, baby,” he growls. “I’ll make you mad, I’ll make you crazy, but I’ll also take care of you. Always, Wills. I’ll always have your back. You can always count on me.”
His words take my breath away. It’s like he knew my biggest fear and now he’s clawing away one brick after another that I’ve placed around my heart to keep it safe.
“Ray…please,” I plead as he drives me and my heart crazy with desire and feelings.
“What do you want, Firefly?”
My eyes open and meet his as he takes off his shirt. I don’t hesitate, caressing the muscles of his broad chest, his shoulders, the way I wanted to the other night after seeing him shirtless.
“I want you. All of you. Don’t pull away anymore,” I whisper. This time it’s me kissing him, stroking his tongue with my own.
He groans as his hands run over my ribs before settling on my breasts and his fingers tweak my nipples.
“You’ve always unraveled me with your words, Wills.” He grabs my messy bun and pulls my head back and licks my open neck. His hands move away from me just long enough for him to take off his pants and boxers.
His cock springs out, hard and heavy, and instinctively I reach for him and stroke him. Raymond is a pure man—beautiful, masculine, strong in every way.
“You feel so damn good, Firefly. But I don’t want to come in your hand, or your mouth for that matter. Tonight, I want to feel you around me as we both reach the climax together.”
My hands come to a halt and his eyes open.
“What happened?” Before I can pull away, he covers my hand with his. “Willow, what is it?”
“Nothing.” I shrug, glancing away. I try to rub him, try to bring his attention back to this hot moment, but his grip on me tightens.
“Wills?”
“I haven’t given a blow job. Ever. That’s it. It’s no big deal.”
Surprise flashes on his face before he asks slowly, one eyebrow raised, “You don’t like it?”
“How would I know, when I’ve never done it? I swear, I didn’t intentionally try to be a prude, it just never happened.” My throat chokes. I try to move away, when Raymond holds my chin, bringing my gaze back to him.
“You’re holding my cock, Wills. Don’t you see how happy he is that someday I’ll get to show you how much you can own a man with just your mouth? For now, wrap your legs around me, baby.”
And I do. My legs wrap around his waist, and he slowly rubs the tip of his cock against my opening before brushing it against my clit.
“How do you feel?” Ray asks, effortlessly moving my body so my lips slide up and down the length of him.
“So good.”
He grins as he looks at me. “That’s only the start, baby.”
He carries me to the bed as if I weigh nothing. Instead of placing me down, he sits, his back resting against the headboard, and holds me against his lap until I’m straddling him.
He places a condom between us. “I got the pack today.”
I swoon over the simple fact that Raymond is not going around with a spare condom in his wallet.
He sheathes himself and then whispers against my lips, “Hold my cock and slowly take me inside, Wills.”
I do that and gently lower myself on his thick shaft. I gasp as my lips spread over his length. The position is intense, and I feel every bit of him as I start to slide down. I’m not even halfway when he places his arms around my waist and lifts me up, though not enough for him to slip out. He repeats that teasing motion, in and out.
The muscles of my sex clench around him, hoping to get more, but once again, Raymond Teager is an example of restraint, and he’s here to test every ounce of my self-control.
“Ray, I want all of you,” I whisper against his mouth.
I don’t know how, but this man has the power to bring out a side of me I didn’t know existed. I never thought I’d be someone making demands during sex, but that’s what I do right now. My body and my heart want him in a way I’ve never wanted anyone ever before.
I push myself farther down on him until he’s fully inside me.
“Fuck, I’m so full,” I gasp. “You’re so big.”
He chuckles softly. “I always love compliments when they come from you.” And then his mouth comes down on mine. “Take a moment, baby. You’ll get used to me,” he says between kisses.
After a while, he starts to move slowly. “You feel so damn good, Wills,” he whispers, rolling his hips gently, giving me time until my muscles start to relax.
That’s when he turns and places me on my back. He spreads my legs, kneeling between them, and murmurs, “You’re the most beautiful woman.”
He once again enters me soft and slow, continuing a perfect rhythm of push and pull and occasionally brushing my clit with his thumb.
I caress his strong arms as they cage me in on either side before I lock my hands behind his neck. Raymond’s eyes burn as he lifts my legs until the backs of my thighs are pressing against his chest.
“Ray…” He feels wonderful buried inside me as he drives harder into me. That feeling of release builds up in my stomach once again, traveling down, and I arch my back, pushing my hips down, matching his thrusts.
“You drive me fucking wild, Firefly.” His voice is strained, his eyes intense as he watches me before thrusting in again.
My orgasm rips through me as I hold his gaze, shuddering, panting, and at the same time, Raymond jerks inside me. I watch and hear his groan as we reach our climaxes together.
He finds my lips and kisses me softly. “That was the most awesome thing, Firefly.”