Chapter 15 Koby #2
“Calm it down,” I whisper to my dick. I distract myself with my phone, but it does no good.
Cold shower. Maybe that’ll help. I get off the bed, strip off and turn on the shower to cold.
Standing under the running water, making sure the water travels down my front for a significant time before getting out.
I throw on a pair of pyjama shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt and walk quietly over to Rayna’s.
Hoping I don’t suddenly discover squeaky floorboards or door hinges that scream their alerts of what I am doing.
I make it to Rayna’s door and slowly turn the knob.
Opening it enough to slip my body inside and gently closing it behind me, I take stock of what’s happening in the room.
Rayna’s shower has just turned off and her bedside lamp is on, sending the room in a warm glow.
I’m uncharacteristically lost. Where do I go?
Lie on the bed or stay standing and wait for instructions.
Fuck, my dick liked the sound of that. Rayna telling me what to do.
What to do with her. I close my eyes. Calm it down, I repeat in my head.
Rayna opens the bathroom door, dressed in a robe that hugs all around her.
She renders me speechless. All I can muster is an exhale.
She walks towards me, the warm light hitting her face just right. Illuminating it.
Approaching me and putting her hands on my chest, she runs her fingertips all across it. Her touch, electric through the material. My hands sit on her waist. Squeezing her, waiting to see what she is ready for. Then I can take over and take care of her.
She nudges me over to her bed, the back of my legs hitting the mattress. I fall backward, but pull her down with me, in a flurry of quiet giggling.
“Don’t make me laugh. We need to be quiet,” she hisses softly.
“I know just the thing.” And I roll onto her and slam my mouth onto hers. The intensity ebbs and flows. The surrounding energy matching the fervidness.
I slow down, not wanting to push too much. Not after almost getting carried away last night. I break away from her lips and rest my head on her chest to regain our breathing. I should go back to my room soon. Give her some space.
Her heartbeat doesn’t seem to slow while my ear rests over her heart. “What’s on your mind?” I ask.
“Nothing,” she quickly replies.
Her heart rate increases, and I raise my head to her, cocking an eyebrow.
“Raven.”
“Nothing.” She attempts again.
“You can’t fool me.”
She exhales. “Fine, but put her head back down. I can’t say it with you looking at me.”
I comply, kissing her shoulder before laying my head back down.
Taking a deep breath, she says, “While I agree with you last night; that we should take it slow. We don’t have to take it super-slow.”
I remain still, waiting for her to continue. She doesn’t.
“How about you take the lead or set the pace? When you want to carry on what we are doing, we will. If you want to stop. We’ll stop. Just tell me?”
Taking a pause for several moments, I feel her nod her head. “Deal.”
“So, did I end things too quickly last night or at just the right time?”
I feel a hitch in her breathing.
Smirking, I hover over her again. Draping my body over her. Making sure I have my hips against hers. Putting pressure against her pelvis.
She gasps, eyes rolling in the back of her head.
“I asked you a question, Raven.” Rolling my hips against her again.
“Fuck, Koby.”
“No, we agreed we were going to wait for that.”
Her hands find my chest as I’m propped up over her. Her breathing laboured as I feel her squirming under me.
“Did. I. End. Things. Too. Quickly?” Each word punctuated by a slow hip roll.
“Yes,” she gasps, exasperated. Her focus splintered. Her head pushes into the mattress, as her hands get lost in the fabric as she balls her fists in my shirt.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
Her moan floods my ears, and she nods, along with a whispered, “Yes.”
I kiss her, wanting to fluster her some more. Her hands are around my face, digging into my jaw, pulling me into her.
Keeping my mouth on her, I move to lie on my side, leaning on my elbow to have a hand free.
I wish I was exploring her body with my mouth for the first time, but I’ll be happy doing it with my hand. I start at her neck, trailing down to her breasts, grabbing gently through the material. Her whimper in my mouth was my encouragement.
Roaming further down, I skip over her pelvis and put my hand on the inside of her thigh, grazing my fingers up.
Her robe benefits the situation with easy access.
Her kissing, aggressive. Reaching her apex, my fingertips graze up the bare skin, running my fingertips through her folds.
She shudders, and I groan. “Argh, Raven. So wet for me. I wish it was my tongue tasting you.”
Her moan exasperated. She’s frustrated. “Rookie,” is a plea on a breath.
Answering it by moving by brushing my fingertips through her wetness. Her body bows with the slightest of pressure from me.
The arm I’m resting on moves, gripping behind her neck. Holding her so she can’t break away from me. My finger circles her sensitive nub, her wetness coating me, and her body jolts again.
Her hand grips my shoulder when my two fingers depress on her clit and rub a little firmer. She exhales with a pant. And another. Each sweep of my fingers against her draws her closer.
My mouth moves to her ear and neck as I continue to move my hand across her clit.
I would love to be inside her, even my fingers inside her, bringing her to an explosion.
Revelling in the feel of her. But I want to take slow, small steps.
Her breathing is ragged, body working with my movements as she chases her orgasm.
The warm, low light of her bedside lamp highlights her features as I kiss and bite her neck as she comes. Quietly and delightful.
She takes her time to recover and looks bashfully at me. “Sorry. Been a very long time since anyone has touched me like that.”
My hand has remained on her thigh. I run two fingers through her swollen folds again, watching her eyes flutter, and bring them to my mouth.
“You won’t have to wait long for me to do it again.” I stick my fingers in my mouth and suck her arousal off them. Her eyes grow wide as she tracks my movement. “I will do that anytime you want, Raven.”