Chapter Twenty-Five
Butterflies, thousands of them, swarm above me in a chaotic frenzy.
They crash into one another while some tumble from the sky, hitting the ground below.
I make my way toward the ones lying lifeless on the grass.
Their wings are burned, some charred, while others are missing pieces.
I glance back up, squinting to get a clearer view.
My eyes widen in disbelief. Their wings are on fire.
It begins with one, igniting another in a domino effect.
Some hover awkwardly, one wing ablaze. I watch in awe as their vibrant orange wings glow against the flames that are steadily consuming them.
I jerk awake from a strange dream, one I’ve never had before.
I try to piece together what it could mean, realizing it most likely has no meaning at all.
I’ll take it over the usual nightmares I have.
I actually slept great last night; it’s been a long time.
I feel well rested for a change. I rub my eyes with my palms and comb through my messy hair.
Mango is in her usual spot on my chest. I did purchase her a large cat tree to keep in my room.
That has helped a lot with entertaining her, and keeping her from constantly following me—although I do enjoy her company most days.
I give her a few rubs, glimpsing something to my right.
My heart stops for a second. Blonde hair peeks from the top of the comforter.
I slowly pull them back to find Raina lying peacefully asleep, facing me.
All that occurred last night floods through my mind.
When I woke up, I had forgotten she had stayed last night.
I am so used to being here alone that it slipped my mind.
How could I forget what she did to me last night?
The way it made me feel. It almost feels like a dream now, but a vivid dream that’s seared into my entire being.
I gently lift Mango from my chest and place her beside me on the bed.
Turning onto my side, I can’t help but admire Raina as she sleeps.
How is it possible for someone to look so stunning while being completely unaware?
Her soft lips are slightly parted, almost as if inviting a kiss, while her wavy, golden hair spills across the pillows like wild vines.
My gaze drifts to her freckles, so faint yet striking enough to capture my attention.
I inch a bit closer, carefully counting each freckle with my finger held just above her skin.
Once I finish, I rest my hand beneath my chin, drinking in this moment, knowing that it might be my last chance to see her like this.
I want to etch every detail into my memory, especially now.
I could stay here forever, quietly taking note of her.
How she breathes, the way her lips puff up in deep slumber, the delicate curl of her eyelashes resting against her closed eyes.
She jerks in her sleep, causing the blanket to fall down and uncover her a little.
My eyes trail down, remembering we are both naked together in this bed.
Her breasts are pressed together from her lying on her side, and I can only see the start of her cleavage.
I take a deep breath through my nose, clenching my fist at my side.
I hesitate for a moment before carefully clasping the top of the blanket between my fingers and slowly pulling it down further.
My heart races as I bite my bottom lip, my eyes widening at the sight before me.
Her perky breasts lay together, and just below them sits the detailed monarch butterfly tattoo that almost looks lifelike.
My fingers inch closer, drawn to trace every intricate detail of the tattoo.
Out of nowhere, Mango leaps between us, startling Raina awake.
I quickly jerk my hand back as she opens her eyes and spots Mango purring right in front of her.
That cat is a bit of an attention whore.
A smile spreads across Raina’s face as she begins to stroke Mango.
“Hey there, sweet girl,” she coos, her voice still heavy with sleep.
Her gaze shifts to mine, and I catch a glimmer of last night’s memories in her expression.
“Uh…good morning,” she stammers, suddenly aware that she isn’t fully covered.
She sits up against the headboard, tugging the blanket around her.
“Good morning,” I reply. “Did you sleep well?”
She glances at me and beams. “I actually slept really, really well.” I can’t help but smile back.
“Well, I’m glad to hear that…um, how are you feeling this morning?” I recall her curled up and crying last night, and I hated every moment of it.
She shifts slightly in bed, wincing a bit. “I feel good…just a little sore down there,” she responds.
I furrow my brows, noticing her gaze drop to her lower half. “Oh,” I say, my voice flat. “I’m sorry…if I was too—”
She interrupts me with a giggle. “Ezra, it’s a good thing. I had a feeling you were well gifted in that department,” she blurts out, quickly covering her mouth with her hand and trying to mask her embarrassment. I fall silent, not wanting to draw any more attention to the matter.
Raina’s green eyes scan over me. Her expression quickly changes, no longer embarrassed, but something more, something deeper. She moves, letting the covers fall from her shoulders, revealing her tits and stomach. She sits on her knees, turning to face me. “What are you doing?” I mumble.
She places her finger over my lips. “I’ve wanted to do this since the time you came to my apartment and made Scottie watch you fuck me with your mouth.
” Heat crawls through my skin. She brings her lips near my ear; my skin tingles as I feel her lips brush my neck.
“I’ve imagined this so many times, while touching myself.
” My dick jerks at her comment, I can feel it harden at her sinful words.
She takes her tongue, running it along my neck where my scars and tattoos mingle.
I grunt at the feel of it. I can’t explain the sensation it gives.
It’s painful, but it hurts so fucking good.
She moves down my chest, then along my arm, kissing and licking every scar.
My fingernails dig into my palms as I try to stay calm.
She gently moves my arm slightly, making sure to get the ones taking over my right side.
I’ve allowed no one to touch me like this or my scars, yet somehow I can’t find the words to stop her.
She looks up, placing her hands where the blanket meets my stomach.
She brings her eyes down to where my dick stands straight up underneath, licking her lips.
I’m frozen, hypnotized by her. She slowly pulls back the covers, exposing my hard length.
She swallows hard, taking it in. She quickly pulls a hair tie off her wrist and puts her hair up.
She moves from beside me, going between my legs and sitting on her knees.
Her eyes catch on my inner thighs where the skin grafting is visible.
For a moment, I see sadness in her eyes, but she quickly masks it, leaning down and kissing each spot tenderly.
My eyes slam shut and my fist grips the sheets, almost pulling them from the sides of the mattress.
A heavy gasp shoots from my mouth. She stops, reeling in on my hard cock.
She scoots closer, positioning herself where she needs to be.
I breathe slowly, trying to show I do have some form of control in this situation, but fuck, it’s hard with her.
She grips the base of my length with both hands, and my stomach tightens at the feel of her soft hands on me.
She slowly blinks at me as she lowers her head.
She slides her tongue over the tip, causing my mouth to fall open.
She leans up just for a moment, spitting on my dick and running her hands up and down.
She is so fucking naughty. This view of her naked, taking me in her mouth, this will be my undoing.
She wraps her lips around me and begins sucking and tugging with her hands.
I groan deeply. “Fuck, Raina,” I say through clenched teeth.
She continues sucking me, looking up at me through her thick lashes.
She grips my dick harder, sliding her mouth down me as far as she can go.
The head of my dick hits the back of her throat, making a wet thumping sound.
I release the sheets, clasping my fingers into my hair as my head falls back onto the headboard. “Raina, I’m about to cum.”
She pauses, licking her lips. “I want to have sex,” she breathes.
Fuck, I know I shouldn’t, but damn do I want to. I tug at my hair, looking toward the dresser. I clear my throat, trying to calm my breathing. “There are condoms in my—”
She cuts me off, “I don’t want you to wear a condom.”
I stare at her, unsure what to say. I’ve never had sex without one. “Raina, I’ve always used a condom.”
She adjusts her ponytail, quickly responding.
“They make the pain worse afterward…just…do you trust me?” I gaze at her for a moment, really considering her question.
I do. I do trust her. I nod my head. She bites her lip, quickly crawling up.
She grabs my shoulder with one hand and grips my length in her other.
She glances at me, her eyes flickering as she positions herself.
“Tell me when you’re about to—” She looks down at my dick, and before she gives me a chance to respond, she slides down onto me.
My hands go from my hair to gripping her thighs.
We both gasp at the same time. I can’t even comprehend how good this feels to have her on top of me.
All these years, this is what I’ve missed out on.