Raina’s lips dance against mine, adding in a nip every now and again that makes my cock pulse in my pants. I brush my fingers against the curve of her hip, tracing the silhouette of her body as if memorizing every inch. I lean into the kiss with purpose, pulling her closer as I slowly peel away the barriers between us.
As I dip under the hem of her shirt, I find myself hesitating, checking for her approval in every fleeting moment. She returns my gaze, a mixture of desire and encouragement swirling in those bright blue depths. “Yes,” she breathes, tugging gently on my shirt fisted in her hand, giving me freedom to explore.
When I strip her shirt and sports bra over her head, my fingers graze along the warmth of her skin, sending electric shivers down my spine, a heady rush fills the space between us. I pause, lost in the beauty of her revealed to me. My breaths come harder, and I lean in closer, wanting to memorize every curve, every line.
“Darius,” she murmurs, her voice soft yet steady, calling me back from the brink of my overwhelmed thoughts. There’s something sweetly terrifying in how she empowers me with her willingness. She shifts slightly, taking control as her hands pushagainst my shoulders, coaxing me to take the next steps, the ones that might pull us further into the unknown.
I dip my head, trailing kisses down her collarbone as my hands explore further, my fingers gliding over the expanse of her skin, memorizing every inch like a treasured map. The warmth of her breath mingles with the cool air around us, creating a tension that sparks as I pull her closer. She arches her back slightly, her body responding with a rhythm of its own, urging me to deepen our connection.
“Take me,” she whispers. Two simple words that ignite something primal, something hungry within me. My body responds before my mind can catch up, desire flooding through me. I’ve never felt this kind of connection with anyone before; I want to give her everything I am.
Our movements flow, every caress like music. The world becomes a blur—time suspended as we lose ourselves in the intensity of being together for the first time.
Raina’s eyes flutter with delight as her body arches toward me, my fingers grazing over her nipple and down her stomach until I reach her waistband. It fuels my courage as I boldly ease the next piece of fabric from her skin.
I can hardly believe how perfectly the sunlight dances across Raina’s skin, accentuating every curve. Each gentle kiss and touch ignites a fire that might consume us both if we aren’t careful.
My fingers glide over the waistband of her panties, teasingly tracing along the edge as I take a nipple in my mouth. She lets out a breath, a soft keening sound that sends a rush of heat straight to my dick. I’ve waited for this moment, longed to explore her completely, and now that it’s finally happening I’m worried I won’t have the strength to savor her the way I want.
“Darius,” she breathes again, that sweet, pleading whisper wrapping around my heart. There’s power in the way she leansinto me, encouraging and inviting as her hands slide down my chest. It’s intoxicating—this dance we’re sharing, both of us suspended between yearning and the promise of intimacy.
I can’t shake the need to worship her. With every slip of my fingers beneath the fabric, every caress that causes tremors through her body, I want to show her how beautiful she is, how alive she makes me feel.
“You wet for me, Raina?” I murmur against her nipple before sucking it back in my mouth, flicking my tongue over the peaked tip.
“Yes,” she gasps, her voice so damn breathy it makes my cock throb.
Finally, I can’t help myself any longer; I need to know for myself. I slip my hand down the lace fabric and trail my fingers along her slit. “Fuck,” I groan. “You’re dripping for me, sweetheart.”
She wiggles under my touch, needing more from me, but I need to hear her say it. “Raina,” I breathe out. “You have to tell me how you want it.”
Time seems to stretch and compress all at once as I feel her warmth radiating beneath my fingertips. The soft gasps escaping Raina’s lips send jolts of need coursing through me, fueling a fire that promises to ignite every part of us. I know she’s ready, the shiver traveling through her body betraying the urgency burning within her.
“Tell me how you want it,” I urge again, my voice hoarse, barely more than a whisper. I keep my gaze locked on her, wanting to see the thought process unfold, her desires laid bare for me to follow. I want to draw it out of her, like everything else in our relationship—slow and deliberate, melting into one another’s rhythm.
She bites down on her bottom lip, her breath hitching as my fingers tease her sensitive flesh. The anticipation hangingin the air crackles with electricity, and despite every ounce of self-control, the need within me claws to be released. I press another kiss right above her waistband, the rush of her scent intoxicating, a heady promise of everything to come.
“Darius,” she breathes, letting my name drip from her lips like honey, thick and sweet, filling the space between us with longing. Her body arches upward, pleading without words, but she gives them to me nonetheless. “I want... I want you to touch me like you mean it.”
The words tumble from her lips, igniting a primal urge deep within me. I swear the air around us thickens, charged with heat and tension as I lean in closer to her, the heady scent of her arousal driving me wild.
“Like this?” I tease, brushing my fingers against her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her squirm. She gasps, her back arching, and I can’t help but deepen my strokes, sliding a finger deep inside her. Her hands grip my shoulders, and her hips rotate like she’s trying to ride me.
“More,” she moans, the sound so full of needy hunger that I almost bust in my pants. I give her a second, and then when she’s used to the stretch, I work a third inside her.
I’m lost in a haze of sensation, my fingers sliding in and out of her, the warmth of her walls tightening almost mindlessly around me. The soft moans spilling from her lips push me deeper into a spiraling urge, a need to devour her whole. It’s intoxicating—the way she reacts, every gasp and breath, coaxing forth a primal instinct that fuses around us.
“More,” she urges again, and I revel in its rawness, the urgency in her voice igniting every single nerve ending in my body. I go harder, wanting to coax every ounce of pleasure from her; to show her how much I want to be here, in this moment, exploring the depths of our connection, the melding of two souls creating something so much more.
“Raina,” I murmur against her skin, every breath a promise, the heat from our bodies mixing with the breeze that brushes against us. My thumb dances over her clit, teasing that sensitive bundle while my mouth finds its way back to her breast, kissing and sucking, gauging her reactions with every caress. I feel her shaking, and it amps everything up.
She slides her hands down my shoulders and arms, gripping my wrist like a tether as I push further inside, curling my fingers perfectly to hit that spot inside her. Heat radiates off her skin, our bodies close enough that I sense every tremor, every pulse of her arousal.
Her hips rock against my hand, urging me on, begging for more friction. I watch her face, her eyes shut, mouth parted as little moans slip free, and I feel myself hardening even more.
“Just like that,” she gasps, and the sound washes over me, electrifying every nerve ending. Her back arches and her walls tighten to where I can’t even slide my fingers, but I don’t stop, using my tips to rub circles into her G-spot as she explodes around me.
I wait until her pussy is done fluttering around me before I slide my hand free from her panties, fingers glistening with her release. “Yeah, my girl is wet for me,” I growl, licking the length of my palm to catch a drip.
