Page 43 of Romancing Rayne

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After one last dinner at Mickey’s, we called it an early night and headed back to the hotel to pack and get ready for our flight in the morning. Ghost had been teasing me all day with soft kisses and inconspicuous touches. To the passersby, it wouldn’t have looked to be more than an innocent display of affection, but that was only because they couldn’t hear his whispered promises of sexual debauchery.

By the time we’d made it back to Park Plaza, I was ready to jump him in the fancy lobby. So, when the concierge stopped us to tell Ghost we’d had a package delivered to the hotel, I wanted to scream in protest.

“This will only take a second.” He chuckled, knowing I was eager to get upstairs.

It was the last night of my honeymoon; I planned to enjoy every second of what was left and that included my husband and a bed.

With the box in hand, we made our way to the room. The door had barely shut behind us when Ghost set the unopened box on the dresser, stripped us of our clothes, and tossed me on the bed. His face went between my legs and he ate me like a man possessed. It took me less than five minutes to come in his mouth. The smug look on his face faded when I pushed him to his back, crawled on his lap, and sank onto his cock.

“That’s it, Princess, harder,” Ghost groaned and dug his fingers into my hips. “Grind down.”

I used his chest to anchor myself and glided up and down, trying my hardest to get him to come first. Under normal circumstances it was useless; he had more willpower than any one person should have and always made sure I got off first. But today, I was on a mission. I wanted him to lose his iron control. It was starting to slip, but he was still holding strong. I had to up my efforts.

“Do you like what you see?”

I sat up and cupped both my breasts, pushing them together.

“Rayne,” he warned.

“I think you do. Do you like watching me play with them, Ghost?”

His eyes widened when I pinched my nipples, and his hands flexed. Sliding down his long shaft I kept him deep, not moving, just tightening my inner muscles.

“Holy fuck,” he moaned and threw his head back on the pillow. Perfect, I almost had him.

I started to rock back and forth, staying upright, not taking my hands from my breasts.

“Lean down, I want your tits in my face.”

“No way.”

I knew what he wanted. If I leaned forward and rocked, my clit would rub against his pelvis, and I would lose the game. I was too close.

Ghost moved his hands from my waist up to my breasts and knocked my hands away, replacing them with his. His coarse, work-worn palms abraded my sensitive nipples, and my body jolted, pleasure and pain mingled as he pinched and pulled.

“Ghost,” I said on a moan.

“That’s it, sweetheart, lean forward so I can taste your nipples,” he cajoled. I did as he asked, forgetting I wanted to make him come undone before me this time.

He flattened his tongue, licking one, then the other before latching on and sucking. With his hands now free and my breasts in his face like he wanted, he started rocking my hips. I braced my hands on either side of his head and gave up on winning. My orgasm was building too fast.

“Almost.”

“That’s it, Rayne, come on my cock, take me with you, Princess,” he said, releasing one nipple before moving to the other side. His lips had barely touched my skin when the dam I’d been holding back broke, and my body locked. Ghost took over, thrusting up, prolonging my orgasm. When he finally pulled me down one last time and held me still, his cock twitched and pulsed inside of me, and he shouted his release.

“Rayne.”

I relaxed in his arms and lowered myself until I was lying flat against his chest.

“I win,” he said after he caught his breath. “But it was a nice try.”

“What?” I tried to play coy.

“Princess, you always try, and while I love to watch you turn into my sexy temptress, I will always take care of you first.”

“But I want—”