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"This looks delicious." Raven says, digging into her plate.
The chicken is succulent and cooked to perfection, the potatoes are crisp and flavorful, and the asparagus is lightly charred. We savor the flavors of the meal, and the warmth of the atmosphere.
Raven looks into my eyes and says, “Thank you. After all that moving today, I was starving.”
I smile and say, “It was my pleasure."
Our relationship has grown steadily. The electricity in the air tonight is palpable. I look into Raven's eyes and a primal attraction surfaces I can not ignore. I stand and move closer to her, and Raven steps in to meet me, her arms wrapping around my neck. We kiss passionately, and the heat of our desire is evident.
My hands move to Raven's lower back, caressing her curves and causing her to moan in delight. I move my hands towards her waist, and up to her breasts, where I cup them.
Raven's body quivers beneath my touch, and she presses her breasts against my palms.
I kiss her neck, her skin heats up beneath my lips. My hands move to her hips, pulling her tight against me and making her gasp. I trail my lips down her neck, her pulse quickens beneath my lips. When they hit her collarbone, she arches her back. My hands move around to cup her ass. She gasps and moans, her nails digging into my back in pleasure.
“Do you want me to keep going?” I ask, breathing heavily, praying she says yes.
She bites her lower lip, and nods. “Don’t fucking stop.”
My kisses move lower and lower until my tongue finds her wetness. I lick and tease her, her body tenses and quivers with pleasure. She is going to make me come before I even get inside her. This fucking girl is dangerous. The way her body writhes under my touch is intoxicating, and I don’t want it to ever stop.
“You’re killing me.”
Raven's moans grow louder, and her body moves in perfect rhythm with my tongue. My hands move around her body, caressing her and pushing her further into the pleasure. As much as I want to hear my name while she comes by my tongue, I’d much rather be inside her, and reach pleasure together.
Raven can take no more, and her body shudders as she reaches her peak. I move up to kiss her, tasting her own pleasure on my lips. “Not just yet.”
Her eyes go wide and she smacks my shoulder. “Why did you stop?”
I ease into her and whisper into her ear, “When you come, I want to feel you tighten around me. Be patient.”
Our bodies intertwine, and I move inside of her. Raven gasps and moans, her body quaking with pleasure as I move in and out of her. My thrusts are deep and intense. Raven's hands move to my back, pulling me deeper into her. Her body is alive with pleasure as I move faster and faster, and her orgasm approaches.
“Come for me… Raven.”
She lets out a loud cry of pleasure. I follow afterwards, my body trembling with pleasure as I fill her with my warmth.
“Holy fucking shit… let’s do that for the rest of our lives…”
The two of us lay there, as she lays in my arms. I kiss her forehead and caress her hair, content and at peace. Neither of us say a word, but we can communicate more than words can ever express. We stay like this, until Raven speaks.
"That was perfect," she says, her voice soft.
How am I ever supposed to think about anything else now?
23
Raven
Adonis and I lay sprawled on the battered old sofa, our limbs intertwined in a perfect tangle.
Every so often, Adonis will break the peaceful silence by whispering sweet nothings in my ear, making my heart flutter with every word. We have taken the brave step of combining physical as well as emotional intimacy.
I stir from my daze and reach for the remote control, switching on the television. We browse through the channels, selecting a movie to watch, although neither of us pay much attention to it.
As the movie plays in the background, Adonis reaches out and runs his fingers through my hair. He leans in for a kiss, and I melt into his embrace, the warmth of his lips on mine. We lay there together for hours, talking, sharing stories and enjoying each other.
The movie has long since finished, but we are busy with each other. I lay my head on Adonis’ chest and feel the gentle rise and fall of his breathing. His arm holds me close, and the heat of his body is radiating through the thin fabric of his shirt. I close my eyes and breath in the scent of him; earthy and masculine, a hint of honey and spice in the air.
