Chapter 22 Rayna
Rayna
The drenching sunset soaks through Koby’s room, splashing electric orange across the beige walls.
His place has been ready for a week, but neither of us wanted him to go.
It’s also the start of preseason testing in a week and a half.
We have been in a sexy bubble on our own, and I don’t know how we will fair getting back to season routines.
He sits on the bed while I stand in front of him.
His hands on my thighs, running his fingers up and down.
Teasingly bunching up the fabric of my shorts and then letting it drop.
I’ve been slowly wearing clothes more seasonally appropriate, and it’s felt so relaxing and empowering.
Today is particularly liberating as I lazed around the house with no bra or panties on under my clothes.
“Communication, right?” He breaks the silence and pulls my wandering mind back to him.
“Yes.”
“Then tell me what to do.”
“I-I don’t know how-what…”
“It’s easy. Just tell me what you want me to do to you. What would you like?”
“And me telling you what to do…is what you want?”
“Honey, I love telling you what to do and taking you by surprise.” He pauses and stares into my eyes.
“But I also want you to feel comfortable telling me what you want. Nothing you say will shock me. And I want nothing more than to fulfill your fantasies. No matter what they are.” His eyes stay locked on mine as he moves closer to a small patch of bare skin on my stomach, caused by his hands trailing further and further up my sides, pulling up the fabric.
His hot breath dances across that small, overly sensitive, exposed skin. Longing for his lips to make contact, but he keeps them hovering.
Feeling my confidence, or maybe my impatience to have his mouth on me, I rush out. “Kiss me there.”
Smirking, he maintains eye contact as his open lips greet the skin on my stomach. His tongue presses down firmly. His hands have become dormant on my hips, but I want them elsewhere.
“Touch me.” I manage out before a flush hits my cheeks.
His eyebrow pops up in an unanswered question of, ‘You know what we’re doing here. Where?’
“Touch me where you’re kissing me. My stomach.”
He complies, moving his hands back to my torso. Lifting my shirt up and gripping into my flesh, lavishing more open-mouthed kisses across my stomach. His eyes drift closed.
“Hey.” I break his attention, and his eyes snap open, piercing through me. “Eyes on me, Rookie.” I whisper on an unsteady breath, following it up with a small smirk.
His mouth turns up in a wicked smile, and it stirs something primal.
His lips make an exaggeratedly slow descent to sweep against my skin.
The eye contact making it so much hotter and raw as his lips and tongue graze across more of my skin.
His hands continue to lift my shirt and roam across my stomach.
My hands reach for the back of my shirt, and I lift it over my head for him to freely roam, then push down my shorts.
“What else do you want me to do?” I can see the torture in his eyes as he maintains eye contact rather than worship the newly exposed area.
My stomach flips as I remember something I have been thinking about for a while.
“Can you…pick me up? And then throw me onto the bed?”
Koby deliberately takes his time to stand. Keeping close to me. Brushing my body with his in the process. His face meets mine, but he is still another twenty centimetres taller, so when he stops, he’s towering over me. But I am the one in control.
“And then what do you want me to do?”
My courage comes out of my desire. “Kiss me everywhere and then make me come with your mouth.”
Koby dips and grabs my ass, lifting me up.
Keeping my legs hanging down, not manoeuvring them to wrap around his hips, and I adore the feeling.
Feeling exposed, but safe in his embrace.
Fitting perfectly in his strong arms as he gracefully turns, so my back is to the bed.
I’ve longed to be in his arms like this.
Feeling the power and comfort as he squeezes me.
He raises me up higher, until I’m looking down at him, his hands crawling from my ass to my hips and with ease, he throws me backwards onto the bed.
It groans an inch across the floorboards and thuds into the wall.
Gasping at the suddenness and enthralling sensation of being thrown around, I’m buzzing as he is over me in a flash. Hovering against my body as he devours my mouth.
His lips move to my face, kissing my cheeks, my neck.
Devoting time to my breasts, swirling his tongue around my nipples, taking them gently between his teeth and dragging them out.
Down my stomach, to my thighs, kissing and biting the flesh.
Moving to bend my legs up as he kneels between them.
His mouth gradually gets closer to my pussy, agonisingly slow.
He bites my fleshy mount. I yip and melt into the sensation.
He’s not touched any part of me with nerve endings, but they.
Are. On. Fire. Aching to have his attention.
About to lose their patience with this long tease, and I’m close to joining them.
Tell him exactly what to do. I open my mouth to shout a demand when my mouth fills with a moan.
The tip of his tongue lightly brushes through my folds.
That lightest touch both relieved the tension but also built it.
He keeps going with a light touch. Over and over, up and down, swirling and sucking, however always avoiding where I want his mouth the most. He drags his tongue up only to pull it away millimetres from my swollen nub.
I’m going to pull my hair out from desire and anticipation.
It feels so good, but I’m greedy with him.
I want it to feel better. Answering my internal pleas, his tongue makes contact with my bud and the pulse electrifies me.
Moaning loudly, my back pushes into the mattress.
I’m unaware of his hands at my thighs until he forcibly pushes them down, exposing more of me.
Opening me up. My hips involuntarily move towards him. Desperate for his attention.
His hands move down my inner thighs until his thumbs rest on the outside of my pussy as he pulls me outward. Exposing more of me to him. “Such a perfect pussy. I could look at this all day.”
My desperation breaks through. “How about stop eye-fucking it and start tongue-fucking it instead?” I moan.
Shoving his tongue as far as he can into my pussy catches my breath. It’s exactly what I want. Sweeping his tongue around my entrance. Each delicious stroke, building up the pressure. His fingers continue to hold me open. Stretching me out.
His hand moves, and I feel his thumb circle around my clit, not hitting my bundle of nerves. And it’s agony. Now that he has split his attention to working two spots, I need his direct attention on both.
Another circle of his thumb not hitting my clit, and I groan out in annoyance.
“What are you forgetting?” He breaks away.
“Rub my clit and don’t stop your tongue until I’m screaming,” I rush out, panting.
Wasting no time, his tongue is back in me, and his thumb circles around my clit again.
The direct contact explodes pressure through me.
I moan in agreement. His synchronised movements forging my orgasm to a lofty height.
Higher than I have reached in decades. Coaxing the pleasure intensity up until I see stars.
My eyes slam shut, and I ride the fall down as I scream out.
Moaning and panting, my eyes are blurry as I look around for Koby.
He is kneeling in front of me. His hard cock clearly visible in his shorts.
Feeling a twinge in my hip, I put a hand on his stomach. “Hang on!”
If I stay in that position and he hammers into me, I will irritate my lower back. I move my legs and turn my back to him, grabbing a pillow to place under my hips, propping my ass up to meet his cock.
“Come in me. I want my pussy to feel you inside as it comes down,” I pant out.
I can feel him behind me, pulling his cock out and lining it up with my entrance.
Rubbing his hand across my ass, running his cock up my slit, coating it with my wetness. And fucking hell, I could come again already.
“Do it, Koby!” I pant out, and I feel his cock slip into me.
My cum and the angle makes it easy to slam all the way to his base in one movement.
I still gasp. My pussy clenches around him, and he stills.
I’m ultra-sensitive after coming so intensely, and his cock stretching me out feels incredible.
I adjust, and wait for him to move back out of me. Instead he stays fully sheathed in me.
Confused, I desperately ask. “I told you what I want you to do. Why aren’t you doing it?”
“I’m just enjoying the view from this angle.
” He bends briefly down to my ear. “Your perfect ass, my cock buried in you. I can’t tell you how many times I thought about this.
And it all blows my expectations out of the water.
” He rolls his hips, and his cock rubs against my nerves.
My pussy pulsates in response and delights in squeezing around him.
“Koby...” I breathe out.
He doesn’t reply with words. He pulls out and then slams back into me. His hands on my hips, pushing them into him with each of his thrusts. The friction working me up again, faster than before, the angle helping build the pressure quickly.
Moaning as I explode around his cock, his hands grip and push down on my hips harder as I feel him pulse and come inside me.
He stays inside me so I can’t get up and cover myself, but my self-consciousness isn’t as strong as it used to be.
I’m happy to bask in the afterglow of two of the most intense orgasms I’ve had in a long while.
Koby runs his fingertips across my ass, down my back, up again, and it feels amazing and relaxing. He comes back down to my ear, pressing his hips against my ass, pushing it up, bowing my lower back.
“Just going to get you a towel.”
Nodding in response, I let my head rest on my crossed arms as he slips his cock out.
He returns promptly with a warm towel. Moving to get up and clean myself up, he puts his hand on my back.
“Relax.”
He takes his time to clean me before himself, and taking the towel back into the bathroom.
Rolling over off the pillow, I move it to the side, relaxing further into the mattress. Grateful to have the cool air blasting in the room. We worked up a sweat.
Koby re-enters the room and stops. “Fuck, you are a glorious sight.” He places a hand on his chest and rakes his eyes over my naked body.
Resisting the urge to cover up or wave him off, I now revel under his praise.
Instead, patting the space next to me to encourage him to lie with me.
Complying, he approaches the bed and settles in next to me. Pulling me onto his arms, my head resting on his shoulder.
My mind goes back to racing with thoughts of the next few months. What happens with us? How do we navigate this successfully? What happens if we can’t navigate this successfully?
“What are you overthinking?” Koby breaks the silence and starts rubbing my back with his palm.
“How did you know?”
“You let out a massive sigh.”
Damn, he knows me well.
“Guess I’m just thinking about what happens after the season break. How do we do this on the road?”
“How about we handle it like this? Keep to two-bedder rooms. No pressure to stay in the same bed, so you have your space. And anytime you want to boss me around, like you just did now, you call me straight in.” He punctuates the sentence by squeezing my ass.
“Okay. That sounds reasonable.” And I will myself to not over-think anymore and enjoy this moment.