Chapter 43
PETAL
Even though Rake has an early next morning, we race over to my cottage like horny teenage kids, barely in the front door when we start ripping each other’s clothes off.
My stomach somersaults when I finally see him completely naked, his broad shoulders and hard pecs leading to a delicious V, starting at his hips and leading to his thick, veiny cock.
I step toward him and throw my arms around his neck, and he’s so warm and strong against me I hope he’ll never let me go. I flatten myself against him, his muscles pressing against my soft curves, and from his groans, I know he feels the same way too.
I step back and take him by the hand. “Hey, you want some water?” I ask.
Ice cream makes me so thirsty.
“Please,” he says, following me.
He leans back against the kitchen counter, watching me reach for two of my grandmother’s old ice tea glasses.
I let the tap run until it’s nice and cold, and while I’m filling our glasses, he wraps his arms around me from behind and squeezes me tight.
I drop my head back on his shoulder and push against the hard-on that’s poking me in the ass.
“Poor guy, with all his inconvenient hard-ons,” I sing-song.
With a hand on one of my breasts, his other wanders down between my legs, his fingers sliding between my pussy lips.
“You won’t be thinking it’s so inconvenient in a few minutes, when I’m making you see stars with it.”
“You think you can make me see stars?”
He takes a nibble of my shoulder, and I shiver from the painful sensation.
“You’re already seeing stars, baby.”
He grabs his glass of water off the kitchen counter and I watch him tip it back, downing it in one long draw. I grab my own while he is, and quench my thirst as well.
Before I can even put my glass back down, he’s bending me forward over the kitchen sink, and pulling my hips back until I’m standing at a ninety-degree angle with my ass in the air. His hands run down my back to my fleshy behind, where he squeezes and kneads the cheeks of my ass.
He bends to kiss me there, and I wag my ass in his face.
“Baby’s having some fun,” he murmurs.
I giggle. “Yes, I am.”
His lips trail down to the back of my thighs, and he pushes my feet apart to open my legs. He groans when I arch my back to really give him access and he runs his hand through my soaking sex, pressing my clit, teasing my hole, and circling my ass.
Yes, he’s circling my asshole with his finger.
“Ever been fucked here?” he asks.
I explode in goosebumps from head to toe and I hope to God he doesn’t notice. I’d be so embarrassed.
“Mayyyybe,” I say.
I don’t want to tell him, at least not yet, how much I love taking it in the butt. My former fiancé would have no part of it, so it’s only been a part of my fantasies for the past couple years.
Maybe that dry spell is coming to an end?
“What do you mean, maybe? Are you embarrassed to say you like being fucked in the ass?”
His naughty words make my head spin, and I thrill that I might finally have met someone I’m actually sexually compatible with.
“I… I guess I am a little embarrassed. Andy always thought it was so deviant.”
Rake stands, and with his hands on my waist, spins me to face him. “Baby, you don’t ever need to be embarrassed with me. Always ask for what you want. If it has to do with animals, I might say no, but otherwise, I’m open to anything.”
I smack his chest and laugh. “Damn. And here I thought you might be okay inviting some four-legged friends into our bed.”
“Call me a prude, baby, but a man’s gotta draw the line somewhere.”
He leads me to the living room sofa and sits me down, facing him. Propping my legs over his shoulders, he trails kisses down my stomach to the top of my pussy. He probes me open with his tongue and tastes me with long, slow laps, reaching all the way to my ass, then returning to my clit.
Incredible. This man is incredible.
The tension in my sex is building and building and in minutes I’m wound so tightly I’m bucking and shaking into his mouth.
Then he stops.
“What the—” I start to complain.
But his cock slides through my wetness, finding my opening. He pauses to look at me.
“You were saying?” He grins wickedly, and if it were any other time, I might play-smack him.
But right now, I want one thing.
“C’mon,” I whine, moving my hips to take him inside.
And of course, because he can, he remains just out of my reach.
“So help me, Rake, if you don’t start fucking me, you’re going to have a crazy woman on your hands—”
Oh. There we go. He slides inside, my pussy opening to take all of him, and he pumps, his hands under my ass holding me in place.
I’m wild with desperation, the tickle of my building orgasm prickling me all over. I’m close, so close it hurts, and I watch Rake fuck me, our gazes locked, sweat trickling down our temples.
A finger probes my ass and I stare into Rake’s eyes as he starts to violate me back there, first pressing and prodding, then breaching my tight ring.
When he’s finally inside, he pulses his finger while his cock drives in and out.
A feral cry fills my ears and I realize that wild sound just came from me and my heaving chest.
Rake watches me explode, drawing from me the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had.
His strokes speed up and then he holds himself deep inside me, panting and convulsing, his mouth slack, his gaze never leaving mine.
When we settle, he stays inside me and we just stare at each other, like we can’t believe what we stumbled into.
At least that’s what I’m thinking.
And I’m pretty goddamn sure he’s thinking the same thing.