Chapter 18 Raven
RAVEN
His mouth moves from my lips to my jaw, then down to my neck. He bites gently, and my body responds to the trail of fire his lips leave behind. His hands explore my body, sliding down to grip my ass before pulling me even tighter against him.
A rush of wetness pools between my thighs. I'm aching for him, every nerve in my body screaming for his touch.
Gio's hands slide up under my shirt, his fingers aggressive and rough against my skin. He cups my breasts, drawing out a moan from deep within me. I arch into his touch, desperate for more.
"Tell me you want this, Raven," he says against my skin. "Or tell me to stop," he says, slowly grinding against me.
I push him as hard as I can, and he takes a step back, lust, desire, and confusion mingling within his beautiful eyes.
I stare at him for a moment, watching his panting chest go up and down, his tattoos' movements almost mesmerizing.
I then reach down and pull what I only assume is his shirt over my head and throw it at his chest. I stand there in just my bra and underwear. Only, I don't feel vulnerable. I feel powerful, frustrated, lustful—a whirlwind of emotions I've never experienced at the same time.
Gio looks me up and down, his eyes darkening as he takes in my body. We stare at each other for a second, and I bite my lip, and that's all he needs.
He pounces on me like a hungry wolf who's been patiently stalking his prey.
We fumble backward, crashing into the nightstand.
The Armani bag falls to the floor, and Gio lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around him.
He tugs on my bra, breaking the clasp, and throws it to the side.
I tilt my head back as his warm tongue surrounds one of my hard nipples.
He sucks aggressively before sliding across to lick and suck the other.
I feed off of his energy and grip his shirt, pulling my arms apart hard. The buttons rip off the shirt and expose his perfectly defined chest.
He throws me on the bed, and I land so hard I bounce up slightly before settling. He quickly removes his shirt while keeping his eyes on me. He then climbs onto the bed, grabs my panties with one hand, and yanks them off. His hands grip my thighs and pull my legs apart forcibly.
He lowers his head, and a moan escapes my lips as he finds my swollen clit with his tongue.
The feeling of him licking me is overwhelming, and the start of an orgasm quickly begins to build. I grip the sheets, trying to hold it off as his tongue slides in and out of me, but it's not working. I'm losing control, my body tensing as he brings me to the edge.
"Gio," I say, my voice barely audible as I push my hips into his mouth before pulling back. "Wait, we can't. We can't do this."
"Why?"
I place my hand on my forehead. "Fuck, I don't know. I just—"
He licks. "Don't fight me, Raven," he says and licks me again. "You taste too good to stop now."
Dammit! This is all so… frustrating.
I arch my back and grind my hips against his face as he starts devouring me again. "No, Gio. Stop," I say as I grab a fistful of his hair and push him against my wetness so he can have that taste he craves so much.
I squeeze my legs together, turning side to side, acting like I'm trying to stop him, pulling away in a feeble attempt to avoid the pleasure that's coming on so rapidly.
He grips my outer thighs to hold me in place and licks my clit harder.
We tussle back and forth and spin around.
Suddenly, Gio's on his back, and I'm on top, grinding against him.
I sit up and rock back and forth, grabbing my breasts as I experience his relentless tongue pushing me closer and closer.
"Oh God, no, please, stop," I moan as I fall back down to the bed, resting on my forearms. Gio spins me around, and I'm on my back again, my body starting to tense up as he pushes me closer to the edge.
I feel tingling and burning all over at the same time. I close my eyes tightly as the intensity of my oncoming orgasm rushing through me. Gio must sense I'm close because he picks up his pace, his tongue licking, sucking, and teasing my clit.
My feet go numb, and the sensation travels up my legs, turning into hot electricity as it passes my clit and explodes as it hits my chest. My body shakes, and my hands cramp from gripping the sheets so tightly.
I scream as the orgasm crashes into me, wave after wave of pleasure erupting from the very spot Gio is claiming.
I breathe heavily, and stars take over my view.
"Oh shit, oh shit," I say as I ride out the most intense orgasm I've ever had in my life.
When I finally come down, I look at Gio, who has a satisfied smile on his face. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before standing up and undoing his belt.
I watch as he removes his pants, my heart pounding in my chest. He's beautiful, every inch of him carved to perfection, from his defined six-pack to the perfect V shape leading down to his manhood.
He's absolutely delicious. But it's not just his body that has me entranced—it's the way he looks at me, the way he makes me feel.
His eyes are on me like I'm the only thing in this world that can keep him alive.
His look tells me he doesn't just want me; he needs me.
When he drops his pants, I take in his large, erect, throbbing cock. Even in my dreams, it wasn't that big.
He climbs back onto the bed, and I try to squirm away, but he grabs me, pins me, and presses his body over mine, kissing me deeply. I can taste myself on his lips, and it excites me even more.
I try to get away, enjoying this little game I've created, and he presses into me harder.
I feel his member against my thigh, and suddenly, it's the only thing my body wants.
He trails kisses down my neck, his hands gripping my hips as he positions himself between my legs.
I feel him press against me, his cock hard and ready.
"Raven," he whispers, his voice a low growl. "Look at me."
I open my eyes, meeting his intense gaze.
"You can fight me all you want, but I'm going to fuck you," he says, his voice filled with authority. "And you're going to take every inch of me."
"No," I say and gently hit his chest. His large hands grab my wrists and pin my hands over my head. I try to shift my body, but I can't move—he won't allow it.
"No, get off," I say, trying to arch up, but I can't.
Once he gets my legs spread, he takes his free hand, slides on a condom, and then grips my throat.
In one slow thrust, his cock fills me completely.
I gasp at the sensation, my body stretching to accommodate him.
It's a pleasant burn that I quickly learn to enjoy.
He moves slowly at first, his hips rocking against mine as he gives me time to adjust to his size.
"No, stop," I say as I wrap my legs around him, moving with him. He lets go of my wrists but keeps his hand firm on my neck.
I reach for him, my fingers digging into his back as I continue to meet his thrusts. The sensation of him inside me is electric, every nerve in my body on fire as his movements push me closer and closer to my erotic edge.
His mouth finds mine again, his kisses possessive and demanding, and I find myself kissing him with the same intensity.
As he picks up his pace, moans escape my lips, and he slams into me harder and harder, my lustful noises driving him wild.
My eyes roll back as I feel everything starting to build again, the tension coiling deep within me, preparing to erupt again. My body starts to tense up, my walls closing around his massive cock.
"Fuck, Raven, you're so tight," he says and squeezes my throat with just the right amount of pressure. "Come for me."
I put my hands on his chest. "Get off me," I say, but he doesn’t. He does exactly what I want him to do. He increases his thrusts, going harder, deeper.
I reach up and hug him as he slides in and out of me. My vision starts to blur, and the coiled tension I felt pooling deep within me explodes through my body, and I start to shake before I’ve even climaxed.
"Shit, don't stop. Don’t stop," I yell. "I'm coming."
Bright lights, colors, stars—everything. I see heaven as I experience my first-ever mind-altering orgasm, my body feeling like it’s imploding as I come all over Gio’s cock.
My body is so tight, so full of tension, I feel every inch of him even more than before. And now it’s Gio who’s fighting to keep from coming.
As he works me, Gio's body stiffens, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. He groans against my mouth as he kisses me, his body shuddering, and then with a final thrust, he comes. My fingers dig into his shoulders as he rides out the sensation, and I can see the lust in his eyes.
When it's over, Gio collapses on top of me, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I run my fingers through his hair in a surprising state of bliss.
We lie there for a moment, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating erratically. Then Gio rolls off me and lies beside me, catching his breath.
Shit, what the hell did we just do?
Now that it's over, a ton of mixed thoughts enter my mind.
Here I thought I hated this guy, so why was that the best sex I’ve ever had? And why do I want more of it?
"Fuck," I say because, yeah.
Gio looks at me. "Uh, yeah, some would call what we just did that."
I sit up and look at him. "Ha, ha. Funny."
Gio sits up as well and shrugs. "Well, you said it."
I shake my head. "No. Yes, I mean—dammit," I say and cover my face with my hands. Gio reaches over and pulls them down.
"What's wrong?"
I motion between us. "This. I don't know. All of this."
"What about this?"
"Really? You're going to act like this doesn't complicate things?"
Gio laughs. "You wanted it just as bad as I did. I don't know how we got here—I sure as hell didn't plan on it—but we're here. It is what it is. You're mine, Raven," he says, his voice firm. "There's no going back now."
And as I look into his eyes, I know he's right.
There's no going back.
But where the hell do we go from here?
More importantly, where do I go from here?
Ugh, I'm so screwed.