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Chapter Fourteen
RAVEN
The kiss is perfect. As perfect as the first time he did it. I’ve dreamt of that kiss every night since, and now, I’m finally getting lost in it again. I feel his erection pushing against my leg and I rub against it. I’m so fucking horny, it’s all I can think about. “I’ve been denying myself pleasure for so long, I was shocked this morning. I think it’s why I reacted so badly,” he whispers against my lips.
“Why have you denied yourself?”
“I don’t deserve it,” he mutters.
My heart breaks at the sight of his vulnerable expression, and I pull him in to kiss me again. This time, I wrap my leg around him and push him to lie on his back. Climbing over him, I straddle him with our lips still sealed and rub myself over his hard length. “You deserve it,” I say.
He watches through hooded eyes as I lift my night-shirt over my head and drop it to the floor. His hands cover my naked breasts, gently squeezing my nipples. “You’re so fucking hot,” he whispers.
I smile, tugging his belt open, followed by the button of his jeans. Pushing them over his hips, I watch his erection spring free and I wonder how the fuck that’s gonna fit inside me. I watch as he reaches into his back pocket and pulls his wallet out. He produces an XXL condom, and I smirk. I take it from him. I’ve never used one this size, but I’m sure it goes on the same as any other, so I rip the packet open and pinch the tip as I roll the rubber over his cock. My hand barely fits the girth as I smooth it down. He grips my arms and tugs me closer, lining himself up at my entrance. “You’re taking too long.” He grins.
I take his hands and sit on him, crying out as I stretch to accommodate his erection. “Holy shit,” I hiss.
“I was gonna suggest foreplay first,” he sniggers, “but you’re just as impatient as me.”
I press my hands against his chest as I lower myself further, stopping every so often to allow myself time to stretch. When I’m as full as I can take, I lift up. Mac watches me with a fire in his eyes. He wants to take control, but instead, his hands grip the sheets, screwing them up tightly. He’s holding back, and I’m glad, I need to adjust to him before he fucks me senseless.
I build a rhythm, moving faster and faster the second I feel that familiar warmth building up. It’s so close, and as I climb higher and higher, I begin to tremble. My movements become jerky, and I cry out as my legs shake. I lose the rhythm as my body reacts to the intensity of the orgasm ripping through me. Falling against his chest, I take a minute to catch my breath before sitting up again and moving against him.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he whispers. I start moving faster, and he closes his eyes, groaning in pleasure and gripping my waist hard. He stiffens and tenses, then he lifts me from him. He lies still, panting with his eyes closed.
I frown in confusion. “Are you okay?” He nods, throwing his arm over his eyes. “It’s just, you didn’t . . . yah know.”
“I know. It’s fine,” he pants.
I think back to what he said earlier, about not pleasuring himself because he doesn’t deserve it. “What was the point if you didn’t finish?”
“The point was, I got to fuck my ol’ lady,” he says, grinning and reaching for me. I lie against his chest, and he pulls the sheets over us. He removes the condom and drops it in the bin beside the bed. “Now, sleep.”
I lie awake thinking, confused and frustrated by his weird behaviour. “Will you ever let yourself orgasm again?” I ask.
I feel his chest shake when he laughs. “One day. Maybe. Technically, I came in your mouth not twenty-four hours ago.”
“But that wasn’t a choice. I don’t get it. How do you just stop yourself? Was I shit in bed?”
He laughs again. “Definitely not. I know you don’t get it. I just have to work through whatever crap I’ve got going on. It’s not easy to hold back when I’ve got a beautiful woman riding me, trust me.”
“So, relax and let yourself go.”
“One day, baby. One day.”
* * *
I wake the next morning with his erection pressing at my entrance. I’m on my stomach, and he’s lying over me. “Morning, beautiful,” he whispers into my ear.
“What a way to wake up,” I mumble.
He lifts my leg to the side and pushes into me. “Every woman should start their day with an orgasm,” he says, easing in fully. As he withdraws, I push my hands against the headboard. Something tells me I’m gonna need to hold on, though nothing quite prepares me for the way he slams into me, shoving me up the bed. He repeats it, growling as I cry out. “You’re so fucking tight,” he hisses.
“I don’t think I’m the problem here,” I groan, pushing my face into the pillow as he grips my hips and continues to slam into me.
“Fuck, Raven, you gotta come,” he pants. He reaches around my front, using his finger to rub circles over my swollen clit. “Raven,” he grits out impatiently.
Smiling, I remain quiet, determined that I’m not coming until he does. He growls, ripping himself away from me. I feel the loss immediately and fist the pillow in frustration. “I know what you’re doing,” he mutters, kneeling beside me and gripping a handful of my hair. He keeps my face pressed into the pillow and places a leg over my own, pinning me in place, as he inserts his finger into me. “And it won’t work.” He rubs frantically, holding me there to take it even though I’m desperately wanting to thrash around in ecstasy.
