CHAPTER SEVENTEEN #3
She watched the realization hit him as he stroked her.
He observed how she whimpered and moaned.
In the past, with other men, the knowledge of her sensitivity had turned them into mindless, greedy animals, but Raina could see wonder pass through Tom’s dark eyes.
His gaze shot to hers and he was looking at her as though she were something to be worshipped.
‘Oh, sweetheart. You feel it all, don’t you?’
He continued to stroke, whispering sweet things in her ear while she half sobbed. She caught words like ‘beautiful’ and ‘perfect’ as he slipped his fingers inside her, and the sensation was so overwhelming, she almost blacked out.
‘Condom?’ she managed to gasp.
He grunted and retrieved one from the pocket of the suit trousers she’d already kicked away from his hips. Raina loved that he had it. She knew Pepper hated when men showed up with a condom ready, thinking it presumptuous.
Raina loved that he’d wanted this so badly. He was ready for it. He’d thought about them like this. Her, full of need but powerful. Him, almost shaking with desire.
He laid his cock against her clit and they both hissed. When he moved against her, it was almost too much.
‘Apologize for wearing that dress yesterday.’
She laughed throatily. ‘No. I’ll never apologize.’
He stroked against her once more and she mewled softly.
‘Please,’ she sighed. He kissed her fiercely in reply.
She raised her hips in a silent command, and he obeyed, entering her as slowly as he could. She cried out at the first feeling of him inside her and he let her get used to his size. When he pushed in fully, she felt herself start to babble.
‘Fuck. I feel so full.’
‘Jesus,’ Tom choked out. ‘This is . . . You’re—’
‘I know,’ she sighed. ‘Fuck. I know.’
They waited together, breathless and tied in an ancient knot that Raina knew would be hard to unravel. He gently suckled on her right breast, and she ran her fingers through his dark hair.
When he raised his head, their eyes met and she saw her own rawness reflected in him. Her voice was hoarse when she finally spoke. ‘Fuck me.’
When he started to move, she groaned from somewhere low in her throat and he brushed a thumb against her lips. She drew it into her mouth and sucked, pulling on it each time he would thrust into her. He gazed at her, shaking his head slightly as he moved in her.
‘So fucking beautiful,’ he uttered. ‘God, Raina.’
When she released his thumb, he quickened his pace, and she moaned at the friction. His hands were on either side of her head, and her ankles were locked together at the base of his spine while he fucked her.
‘You feel so good in me,’ she breathed, and he made a pained sound.
He was fighting his own orgasm while hers was flickering into fire.
Her whole body felt hot, and when he kissed her breasts, she whispered that she was starting to come.
He kissed her hard and then buried his face in her neck, thrusting deeply and keeping his pace as she suddenly felt everything disappear.
The twisting tightness in her body rippled and then broke apart.
She came hard, floating in the most beautiful place in the world.
A place between asleep and awake, where an orgasm ripped the mask away – insisting that she see the true beauty in herself. In everything.
This was normally a momentary bliss, soon followed by cold reality, but not with him. With him, the moment lingered. The feelings didn’t dissipate; they grew stronger.
The erotic ache between her legs was only minorly soothed by her orgasm, and when he came moments later, she knew that her perfume was all over him and that what they’d done was just a tiny canapé compared to what was going to come.
They lay together, breathing audibly for a few minutes before she finally met his gaze. His pupils were fully dilated and he looked at her with unabashed desire. She knew she should make some charismatic quip, perhaps something about ruining the sofa.
But she was still drunk with arousal, so she said, ‘I love how you fuck me.’
He made the pained sound once more. ‘You can’t say things like that to me, beautiful.’
He gently moved her long hair away from her face and she smiled. ‘Why?’
‘Because I’ll die, I’ll just die.’
The journey upstairs was an unreliable memory in Raina’s mind. She remembered only him on her as they staggered into her room. Falling back against the bed, him following behind her with intent that made her feel boneless.
He choked out her name the second time around.
On the third, she lazily rode him until he lost control.
When he took her from behind, there was something primal about it, making her feel pleasure in a way that was completely new.
She took the pillowcase between her teeth and huffed out a breath as he moved in her, building from beautiful slowness to an unforgiving rhythm that made her scream.
When he kissed her, he held her face in both of his hands as though she were something precious to him. The animalistic was merged with a fierce sort of tenderness and it left both of them exhausted.
The food downstairs was completely forgotten. Raina was not hungry.
She’d indulged in a different kind of feast. She was completely satisfied.