Chapter 31 - Blake #2
It takes everything I have to oblige gently, to go slow even though my body is screaming for more.
I slide two fingers into her, curling them until she gasps, and she grinds down, using my hand to get herself off.
The pace is frantic, primal. I lose track of time, of space, of anything that isn’t her gasping “more, please, don’t stop,” her hips canting against my hand.
Moving up her body to kiss her, I add a third and then a fourth finger, wanting to get her to a place where she can take me. We’ve been working on stretching her for months.
When she comes, it’s volcanic. She rips her mouth from mine and bites my shoulder, moaning into my skin, and nearly collapses. I hold her, fingers buried deep inside, as she rides out every last ripple. She shivers against my chest, then lifts her head, hair wild, eyes glassy and bright.
“Wow,” I say, and she laughs, the sound pure and unguarded.
She kisses me, slow and soft, and for a while we lay there, catching our breath. But her hand is not idle. It wanders down my chest, toying with the waistband of my sweats, then dips inside.
She finds me hard, already leaking. “So big. So freaking perfect,” she says, and it’s not a joke. She wraps her hand around my length, and I buck into her grip, barely holding on. “Can I—“ She trails off, biting her lip.
“Yes,” I hiss, dizzy with need. “God, yes.”
She strokes me, her hold a little tight at first, but she quickly finds the right pressure. I’m close already, closer than I want to be, and I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to stave off the inevitable.
But Raina is relentless. She twists her wrist at the end of every stroke, thumb teasing the tip, and I’m undone. “I want you inside me,” she says, blunt and raw and perfect.
I nearly come from that alone. “Raina, are you sure?”
She nods, fierce and unflinching. “Just the tip?” It’s a question, but also a dare.
She works my sweatpants off, with me lifting my hips to help her, watching her every move.
She straddles my hips, her legs silky soft against my waist. My heart hammers so hard I can barely hear over the blood rushing in my ears.
The slick heat of her slit glides along my length as her hips rotate, and I can’t help but thrust along with her, my body taking over before I can think it through.
Every time my tip bumps against her clit, she lets out a whimper that makes me want to flip her over, but I know if I want to try letting her take me, she needs to be on top.
As we move, my tip gradually starts to catch on her opening, and when we’re lined up perfectly, she rotates her hips again, sliding the head inside her.
We both freeze.
She’s so tight, so warm, and I swear I see stars.
“Shit, you’re big,” she pants, breath shallow. She drops her head, hair curtaining her face, and I stroke her back, waiting, not wanting to rush her.
“It’s okay, we can stop,” I murmur.
“Big in the best of ways,” she amends. “You fill me up so good.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” I stare into her eyes, wanting to make sure she’s okay.
“You won’t. I’m ready for you,” she soothes, brushing her lips against mine. My hands tighten on her hips. “Go slowly,” I remind her, not wanting her to drop down on my dick and hurt herself.
She does, rocking gently, working me deeper in fractions. I watch her take me, the impossible stretch of her body around the head of my cock. A dizzying rush passes through me… this is really happening—she’s letting me in, letting me fill her up, and it’s all for me.
The heat of her is so intense, but even more is the tight, desperate quiver of her walls as she lowers herself a little more. My stomach drops and the world shrinks to the sight of her, flushed and trembling, every inch of her body attuned to mine.
“Fuck, you look so good,” I gasp, voice raw and foreign to my own ears.
Raina halts with half of me in her, her nails digging into my chest—not in protest, but to anchor herself. Her teeth dig into her lip, and know the moment she decides to keep going.
I’m so thankful for the distraction of watching her, because she feels too fucking good. Her face twists into something between concentration and victory as she wriggles another inch onto my length.
My hands shake, and I bite my own lip so hard I taste blood. This is too much. My hands fly to her hips, steadying her, not daring to push down but needing to feel the hot flex of her skin under my palms.
She breathes out, eyes shining with something like triumph, and I realize I’m right at the edge—any further, and I’ll lose it. “Don’t move,” I croak, but she’s already rocking in slow, shallow pulses, using my tip to tease her G-spot.
She moans, head thrown back, and rocks a little more, the tight heat of her squeezing me until I feel like I’m being turned inside out.
“Blake, don’t stop,” she rasps, her body trembling and alive.
I brace one hand on her hip and the other between her thighs, working her clit with my thumb as she slides herself up and down on the first few inches of me.
She’s getting bolder now, taking me a little deeper, letting her weight settle with every bounce.
The sight nearly destroys me—her tits swinging, nipples pebble-hard, all of her shining with sweat and effort and hunger.
She sobs my name. She’s so close I can feel it in the frantic grip of her cunt, and I double down, rubbing her clit even harder. Watching her break is the most beautiful thing.
Her entire body goes rigid, pussy pulsing so tight around me I see stars. Her hands grip my shoulders as she grinds herself down on my cock. She comes, shuddering, her chest flushed and lips parted in a wild, beautiful cry.
I can’t stop myself from falling off that cliff with her. It’s never felt so good as right now. No blow job could ever compare.
As I work to catch my breath, I glance down, then back up at her, stunned… I’m actually inside her. We’re together, not in fantasy, not in some theoretical future, but here, now. She has my entire length inside her.
The thought has my cock pulsing. I’m not getting soft. No, somehow I’m even harder.
For a second, the only sound is our breath. Her hair veils her eyes, but I see her bite her lip, jaw taut with focus and want. I can’t believe I get to see her like this, that I get to be the one making her clutch at my shoulders, the one she trusts to break her open and keep her whole all at once.
“Give me one more, Bunny,” I rasp, not wanting the sensation of her taking me to end.
Raina smiles down on me, pure joy on her face. “You feel so good,” she whispers.
“So do you. I can’t believe this is finally happening,” I tell her.
“Believe it, Superman. I’m yours in every way.” Her statement makes my heart pound in my chest.
“And I’m yours.” I grip her hips and help encourage her to move.
She does, slowly at first, then faster, hips finding a rhythm that feels instinctive. Every slide is torture, every clench a threat. I hold her, let her control the pace, and watch as her pleasure builds again, cresting in a flush over her skin.
When she comes, it’s quieter this time, but equally intense. She collapses onto my chest, gasping, and the squeeze of her body around me takes me with her. I follow, shuddering, spilling inside her in hot pulses that leave me wrung out and boneless.
After, we lay tangled together, sweat cooling on our skin. She nuzzles my neck, humming contentedly, and I want to bottle the sound, keep it forever.
“I like being greedy,” I confess, and she laughs, mouth pressed to my collarbone.
“Me too,” she whispers, and I know she means it.
The world outside is unchanged—Nash is probably making a mess of the kitchen, the movie is long over—but in this room, everything has shifted. We’re different now, and I never want to go back.