“Really,” she said, breathless, totally unconvincing.
He parted her, and plunged inside straightaway, no teasing at all, with two fingers.
Raven’s hips lifted off the floor, automatic instinct.
“Maybe you’re just greedy,” he suggested, and finally kissed her for real, fingers starting up an in and out rhythm that foretold of the slow, forceful thrusts he wanted to deliver with his cock.
Raven kissed him back – let him taste all her melty want – and drove her hips up to meet the push of his hand, over and over. She had the sense he was playing her like an instrument, working her up with deliberation, and confidence, sure of her body, now, and its responses to his. She sucked his lip ring into her mouth, and nibbled at the skin around it, until he thrust in hard with his fingers, and swore into their next kiss.
“I’m serious,” she murmured. “No teasing, darling. Not now. Not tonight.”
He swore again, but withdrew his hand. The loss was worth it, for the way he reared back on his knees and tore at his belt buckle, his fly. He pushed his jeans down just a couple inches, just far enough to reach inside and pull his cock out, already hard and flushed, moonlight carving its veins like marble. He gripped himself a moment, a firm squeeze, and muttered under his breath in Russian. Not stroking, but taking hold, trying to hold back. Overwhelmed. A heady though that left her wetter.
She spread her legs wider on either side of his hips, braced the soles of her boots on the floorboards, and took the hem of her dress in both hands. Dragged it up, up, up, and watched his eyes get big as saucers. Higher, up over her stomach, and the sheer lace cups of her bra, if it could be called that. The scrap of thin black fabric left nothing to the imagination.
“Hopeful, huh?” he asked, but his pupils were huge, his face slack with sex-drunk shock.
She hooked her fingertips in the thin little cups and drew them down, so they wedged her breasts up and together, peaked nipples standing high in the cold night air, all of her glowing pale in the shaft of moonlight through the skylight. “A girl can dream.” She’d tried to purr the words, but they came out pleading instead, airless and thin. Desperate. She cupped her breasts, played with her own nipples. “Oh, darling,come on.”
He didn’t bother trying to wrestle her knickers off. Drew them to the side and shoved in sudden and rough with three fingers, while his other hand smoothed up her stomach and took tight hold of her breast, massaging and kneading. He pinched her nipple so hard she hissed.
“Toly.”
He fucked her with his hand, and moved to her other breast, pushing it up, squeezing it tight. “You want me to fuck you?” he asked, rough and panting. “You want my cock?”
“Yes.”
He pinched her nipple and pulled, until her breast was stretched, then turned loose so he could slap it, lightly. The smack of skin on skin was obscene in the quiet of the treehouse. “You want me inside you?” he pressed. “Me?”
His roughness, his sureness, had wound her up into a state of such arousal it was hard to breathe, harder to think, her whole body pulsing with a hectic buzz. She felt faint…but she managed to connect the dots even so, even as her spine arched and she tried to take his fingers impossibly deeper.
She tore her gaze from her own body, laid out like a feast, and from his leaking cock, which she wanted so, so badly. Looked up at his face, the way it had gone harsh, and twisted, expression pained, and knew what he wanted – what heneeded. She was his fantasy made flesh. He’d always wanted her, and probably despite his own wishes, he’d come to love her. He needed her to want him back; needed to be her fantasy in return.
“Yes,” she murmured. “Yes, yes, yes, Toly, I need it. Needyou. God, I love your cock. I love you. I’ve never been fucked so well. Nobody’s ever made me come like you. I could come just looking at you.”
A bit over the top, but all of it true, all if it straight from her heart, and she had the pleasure of watching the words slam into him with the force of a runaway train.
He doubled over with a gasp, hand skidding off her chest and slapping to the floor. Hair fell over his face. He pulled his fingers out so he could grip the base of his cock again. Held himself a long moment, breathing in great, heaving shudders.
Raven poked his hip with the toe of her boot. “I don’t care if you last – I won’t either – just put it in, baby. Let’s come together.”
He straightened with effort, panting through an open mouth, utterlygone. He raked his hair off his face, then shuffled forward until she felt the hot slide of his cock against her wetness.
“There,” she murmured, “yes –ah.”
He gripped her hip firmly, lined himself up with the other hand, and then pushed in.
They both reacted.
“God,” Raven breathed on a moan, unable to keep quiet.
Toly made a low, punched-out sound through his teeth, as his spine curled forward over her. His fingers dug hard, other hand grabbing at her hip, spasming like he was so overwhelmed with sensation that he’d lost control of his finer motor skills.
A moment to adjust. He’d stretched her on his fingers, but it wasn’t the same; the thickness, yes, but mostly the knowledge that they were joined fully, now, that they were together.
A moment for it to sink in that they’d both saidlove, and now he was inside her.
His hair shivered in two crow’s wing curtains that framed a face contorted with a pleasure so acute it looked painful. As momentous as this was for Raven, she had the sense it was even more so for him.
