Rainer
The worst fucking sleep of my life.
Even my first nights of sleep in ancient Mesopotamia had been better.
Mabel’s head was still tucked under my chin, her long silky hair fanned out over my shoulder, tickling me with every breath.
It was torture and ecstasy.
The urge to wake her with my head between her thighs almost overwhelmed me. But I needed her to agree to stay first.
She shifted, lowering her hand to softly grip my waist, her arm almost brushing the tip of his erection, and I stifled a groan. Sometime toward the early hours of the morning, I’d lost count of the times she’d wiggled that fine ass against my aching cock.
Maybe waking her with an orgasm would help my cause to have her stay?
Just as I decided it couldn’t hurt, another murmur came from her before her eyes slowly opened.
Turning her head, she locked her gaze on mine and blinked slowly.
I didn’t say a word. I couldn’t. Not when her flushed cheeks and pink lips were so close to me after thinking I’d lost her forever.
She licked her lower lip and my cock twitched in response.
God, I wanted to taste that tongue.
“Good morning,” she whispered, her voice husky with sleep.
“Good morning, Kianga.” I lifted the arm that I’d kept wrapped around her waist to brush up and down her side in long strokes.
Her now damp lip curled into a smile. “You’ve called me that before.”
“I have.” I confirmed, and then couldn’t help myself, and rubbed a thumb against the side swell of her breast. She inhaled sharply, leaning into the sensation my hand invoked.
“W-what does it mean?”
“My love.” I couldn’t wait any longer and leaned down to taste her, nibbling her lips before pulling back. “Beloved.” I whispered and kissed her again, lightly.
“Oh.” The word sighed out. “I’m feeling much better.”
“Good.” I continued to taste her, forging a light trail from her lips to her ear where I nuzzled under her hair to reach the column of her throat. Her breathing turned ragged and I smiled against her skin.
“I-I think I’m well enough where we could-” I firmly bit her earlobe. “Oh!” She gasped as I slid my lips along the sensitive skin below her ear, then flicked my tongue along the soft skin.
“Do you have any pain in your head, Kianga?” I slowly lifted her and twisted us, so she lay on her back beside me, before I curved my body over hers.
My lips never left her skin, and I continued the path from her neck to where my shirt that she still wore had gaped while she slept.
Who knew a collarbone could be so damn sexy?
“Um, no.” She twisted beneath me, her eyes closed and one hand fisting in my hair. “N-no headache.”
“Then I think we should lose this shirt, don’t you?
” I smiled at her emphatic nodding and slowly lifted the hem before carefully drawing the shirt over her head.
I didn’t watch where it landed when I tossed it.
Probably wherever my clothes had landed the night before.
I hadn’t been able to think while she’d been watching me strip.
“I think I’d reached here.” I again lowered my head and picked up the trail at her collar bone, moving lower.
I used one hand to plump her breast as my mouth hovered over the pebbled tip, her breathing growing heavier while I waited.
Letting my breath make the peak harden even more.
“Rainer! Please.” She arched her back to bring her chest higher, her nipple grazing my lips and it was my turn to moan at just the slight taste.
Fitting my lips over the beautiful bud, I suckled.
Laving it with my tongue and then biting sharply, her cry of pained pleasure making my cock leak precum.
Her hips shot upward and I knew exactly what she wanted.
What her body needed. The same thing I wanted. But not yet.
This time, I’d take my time.
I lifted my mouth from her breast with a pop.
“You’re so beautiful, Kianga.” I used my thumb to circle the damp and reddened nipple I’d just sucked and she almost bucked off the mattress making me chuckle even as my arousal had my lower spine tingling.
Sinking down further until my mouth hovered over her other breast, I sucked the tip into my mouth hard, and she let out a sharp half scream, her short nails digging into my scalp and pulling me even closer to her chest. I suckled and pulled with my mouth until her whimpers filled the room, her thighs pressing together as she tried to rub herself against the sheets for the friction she needed.
Only then did I lower my free hand to slip between her back and the waistband of the my lounge pants she wore.
Fuck. I dug my fingers into the soft globes of her ass to pull her closer to me.
I loved the way her curves filled my hands and then overflowed.
Soft heated flesh and silky skin. The scent of her arousal tempted me.
She tasted sweeter than any fruit I’d ever eaten and I hungered. I pulled her pants down and off.
My name had become a litany on her lips and I loved to hear the pleading whimpers fall. I moved back up her body, sliding my hands over her thighs until I reached the sweetest place between her legs, releasing a growl when I felt how wet she was for me.
“Did you make all this cream for me, Bella?” Slipping one finger through the folds, I traced it up and down her seam, my name no longer a litany on her lips, but a curse. Her fingers gripped my arm, digging into the muscle hard enough for her nails to leave marks.
She didn’t realize I was torturing myself just as much as I tortured her. But damn, the pain felt good. I swiped at her wet heat with my free hand and then licked it, grunting when my cock kicked against my stomach at the taste.
“Rainer, I’ll hate you forever if you don’t-”
“No, Kianga.” I leaned down to take her mouth in a long, deep kiss. The salty sweet flavor of her between us, just like the taste of her sleepy sweetness. I pulled back. “You already told me you loved me. You can’t hate me now.”
“I’ll hate you if I want!”
I smirked and lowered my head between her thighs and then paused, one finger stroking over and around the places I knew she wanted me. Needed me.
“No, you gave yourself to me. You’ll never get away now.” I murmured the words, my whole focus on the beautiful pink softness in front of me.
“I can–ahh!” I suckled her clit at the same time I plunged one finger inside and felt her tight wet sheath flutter around my single thick digit.
Saliva flooded my mouth at her taste, and I couldn’t stop myself from licking her again before I raised my head, curling my finger inside her. “Is this what you want?”
“More!” She grunted out the word, pushing her hips against my hand. “Please!”
I lowered my mouth back to work, once again finding the sensitive nub in her folds to suckle and tease as I added a second finger to my first. Her hips shot off the bed and I sped up my pumps, working her hard until her cries filled the room and her core clenched around my fingers.
My cock leaked onto her calf as she drenched my hand. I lifted my head just enough to see her eyes squeezed shut, her lips part, and her fingers that gripped the sheets below her instead of my hair. I’d never seen a more beautiful sight.
My Kianga in her release fucking mesmerized me.
Gently I continued to slide my fingers in and out of her until her spasms slowed and moans turned to incoherent murmurs. She slowly opened her eyes, the brown color darker and holding the satiated look of a woman well-loved.
“Rainer.” Her voice slightly hoarse from her yelling. “I need you.” My shaft ached, my muscles tensed, as I pulled my fingers from her, and rose to kneel between her thick thighs.
Fuck. Protection.
I needed to protect her.
Not that I had any diseases, or could have any diseases. Sages couldn’t.
“I’m protected and clean.” My eyes shot to hers and I saw she knew exactly what I’d been thinking. “The Lab was good for something.” She reached out and placed a hand on my hip. “I want you. Just you and me with nothing between us.”
Hell. To be inside her bare. “You’re sure?” I needed her to be sure.
“Yes.” She shifted so my shaft notched at her core.
“Ah, Kianga.” I braced myself on my hands on either side of her head, leaning down, I took her mouth in an open-mouthed kiss that claimed her.
Because she was mine.
With one hard surge I thrust into her wet heat.
I couldn’t stop my groan just as she let out her own long moan.
I stayed like that for several moments, her body stretching around me, finally where I belonged.
I slowly pulled out, and then thrust back in, grunting when she whimpered at the stretch, her hands gripping the sheets above her head.
I started a rhythm, forcing myself to move slow and steady, so that I wouldn’t jostle her head. I gritted my teeth as I slid out and then slowly plunged back in, the flutters around my cock making my muscles shake at the effort to restrain myself.
“More!” She pushed up with her hips, trying to force me.
I knew what she wanted.
She wanted me to go faster, harder, deeper. But I wouldn’t risk hurting her.
So I used the weight of my body to hold her in place as she writhed.
Leaning up she bit my chest, surprising me enough that I let up on my pressure, and she used the moment to shoot her hips up, impaling herself hard enough to make me see stars.
I pulled back and then plunged down again just as hard before I remembered I needed to be careful. She felt so fucking good.
“Please!” She met me again, and again. “Please don’t hold back. I can take it. I promise.”
My gaze found her hazy one and I saw she needed this just as much as I did. Lifting her legs to my shoulders I pulled her ass closer, and then kissed her ankle. A promise that I loved her even as I was about to fuck her mercilessly.