15. Raven

15

RAVEN

I obey him without hesitation. I pull my T-shirt over my head, exposing my bra and breasts. He sucks in a breath, and I can’t help a small smile.

My nipples are hard and searching. I ache for his lips around them.

I kick off my flip-flops, and then I unsnap and unbuckle my jeans, sliding them over my hips and down my legs. I step out of them. Only my panties—red cotton—lie between me and total nudity.

I fling my thumbs underneath the waistband and slide them over my hips.

And I watch Vinnie as he looks at me.

Through his eyes I see my body for what it is. It’s not too thin, and it’s not hairless.

To him, it’s a bounty. Something he yearns for, just as much as I yearn for him.

“Raven,” he says, his voice dark.

I lift my eyebrows.

“I believe I told you to get on the fucking bed.”

I turn, walk toward the king-size bed that’s covered in what looks like burgundy silk. I sit down, and it’s soft and cool against my body.

“Spread your fucking legs.”

Again, I obey, baring my pussy to his view.

He kneels next to the bed, still fully clothed in his suit and tie. He moves his head between my legs, his stubble tickling my sensitive thighs.

He closes his eyes, inhales. “Damn, you smell good.” Then he slides his fingers over my pussy. “Wet, too. You’re wet for me, Raven.”

Am I supposed to respond? Of course I’m wet for him. I ache for him.

“I’m so hard for you right now,” he says. “I’ve never gotten as hard for a woman as I get for you. I could fuck you right now, Raven. I could fuck you and fuck you and fuck you and never get tired of the sweet suction of your cunt.” He takes a deep breath in through his nose and exhales through his mouth, his eyes fiery. “But first I want to lick you. I want to eat you raw. I want to make you come. Then I want to make you come again. I want to flip you over, slide my tongue against your asshole, and then devour your pussy and make you come a third time.”

I gulp audibly. “I’m not stopping you.”

“There’s no stopping me now, Raven.” He lowers his head. “No fucking stopping me.”

He slides his tongue over me, and my breath hitches. I close my eyes and grasp two fistfuls of the silk comforter.

I feel every touch of his tongue, of his lips, of his teeth on my most private parts. He’s not gentle. He bites at me, nips at me, slides up to my clit and sucks hard.

I don’t want gentle. I want what he needs. And he needs this.

I try not to think of the fact that he’s going to let me go after this. Perhaps he’ll realize he can’t live without me.

But I know in my heart that won’t happen. He thinks he needs to let me go to keep me safe, and that is at the forefront of his mind.

But safety isn’t what I want.

I want Vinnie.

I need Vinnie.

“I want you to come for me,” he says against my sensitive flesh. “Come for me, Raven.” Then he slides his tongue over my clit, closes his lips around it, and sucks.

And I shatter.

Pieces of me float all over this bedroom as every cell in my body vibrates, culminates in my pussy, and then moves outward, like a rock thrown in the ocean, circling outward, outward, outward…

His fingers are inside of me, touching my G-spot, circling as my walls pulse around them.

The climax becomes me. I become it.

We are one and the same.

From high above I hear Vinnie’s voice.

“God, Raven,” he breathes. “You’re so fucking hot. God, I love you.”

I plummet back into my body, and he meets my gaze from between my legs. “Ready to go again?”

“Like I said,” I reply, my voice raspy with need, my breath coming in rapid pants, “I can take everything you want to dish out.”

His smile is almost wicked as he moves back to my body, his lips hot against my skin. His fingers trail a lingering path, teasing my sensitive flesh until I’m practically writhing beneath him.

“I know you can, Raven,” he murmurs. “But can you take it again? And again?” He moves his fingers expertly inside me once more, toying with that spot that makes me see stars.

I gasp at the sudden pleasure, my nails digging into his shoulders as I murmur a breathless “Yes.”

He moves upward and his lips meet mine in a hot, desperate kiss that tastes of sweat and desire and all things Vinnie. He nips at my lower lip and slides his tongue against mine in a rhythm that mirrors his fingers in my pussy.

He pulls away just slightly, enough to whisper heatedly in my ear. “Good, because I won’t stop until you’re begging for it.”

His voice is like velvet, sensual and demanding. Every word he breathes against my skin sends another wave of heat shooting through me. He’s relentless, exploring every inch of my body, his mouth leaving a trail of scorching kisses in its wake.

“You’re mine,” he growls against my skin, a possessive command that only serves to further fuel the fire raging within me. “Only mine, Raven.”

I nod frantically, too lost in the moment to form words. His dark eyes lock onto mine, a predatory gleam in their depths that makes my heart pound even harder.

He slides back down and tongues my pussy again.

And again.

Until I’m soaring once more, over the Texas plains, running, running, running…

I thread my fingers through his silky hair—so soft, like wheatgrass, but the color of the darkest night.

“Come, come, come…” he commands against my thighs.

When the orgasm subsides, he plunges his fingers into me again, scissoring them so that they hit every spot in perfect harmony.

And I come.

I come.

I come.

Until my body is quivering beneath him, my mind in the stars.

In front of me, as my climax surges through me, I see him. His clothes. Gone. On the floor.

Naked. Naked Vinnie. Big hard cock. Beautiful cock.

He walks toward me, moves his hands to my hips, gripping them tightly as he thrusts into me, his rhythm unyielding and raw. The room fills with the sounds of our heavy breathing, our bodies slapping against each other while he plunges in and out of me, setting every nerve on fire. The last climax morphs into another—this one more profound with the joining of our bodies.

“No one else,” I manage to choke out, my fingers digging into his back. “Only you, Vinnie.”

A feral grin blooms across his face at my declaration. His movements grow more forceful, relentless, pushing me toward another precipice I’m more than willing to tumble over.

“Say it again,” he demands breathlessly.

“Only you,” I gasp out as he guides me ever closer to another explosion I can sense is going to be earth-shattering. “Vinnie…on?—”

The climax hits me hard, washing over me like a tidal wave that sucks the air from my lungs and leaves me shaking in its wake.

Vinnie’s low growl of satisfaction echoes in my ears as he follows, his own orgasm rippling through him with a ferocity that shakes the bed beneath us. He collapses onto me, his sweat-slicked body heavy and comforting.

“Raven…” he whispers, his voice raspy from exertion. “God, I could do this forever.”

“What,” I choke out, still trying to recollect the fragmented bits of my sanity, “makes you think I’d stop you?”

His laughter is warm against my skin. It’s a sound I hear so rarely that it sends a pang through my chest. We lie there for what feels like an eternity, our breaths mingling, the only sounds our racing heartbeats.

He pulls back slightly, just enough to look into my eyes. “You’re right,” he says softly, barely more than a whisper. “There’s no stopping now.”

He lays his head against my chest once more, and I feel the rhythm of his breath syncing with my own. He wraps his arms around me tightly, as if he’s trying to pull me into him. Our bodies are so entwined that it’s hard to tell where I end and he begins.

He traces lazy circles across my stomach and down my hip, a mindless pattern that soothes my still-tingling skin. I let my hands wander through his dark hair, untangling the mess our passionate encounter has made of it.

“Vinnie,” I whisper. “Thank you.”

He lifts his head to look at me, a puzzled expression on his face that makes me smile despite the tears prickling in the corners of my eyes. “For what?”

I swallow hard and reach up to caress his face. His stubble pricks my fingers, adding another layer of Vinnie to my senses. “For nothing,” I reply. “And for everything.”

He pulls me into a tender kiss that feels like a balm to my soul. He understands.

“You should get some rest,” he murmurs, his warm breath tickling my bald head. “I need to get you home.”

I shake my head against his chest. I’m not ready for this moment to end. I know what awaits me—the separation, the goodbye. I want to hold onto him just a little longer.

“Raven,” he whispers after a few moments of silence. “You need to rest,” he says again. “You’re still recovering from your cancer, and after what happened at your parents’ home…”

His voice trails off, and I can feel the tension stiffen his body.

“I’ll rest later.” I press a soft kiss against his chest. “Right now, I just want to be here with you.”

“But—”

“Vinnie,” I cut him off, leaning up to look him in the eyes. “This is what I need right now.”

He studies me for a moment before surrendering with a sigh.

I tangle my fingers through his hair once more, letting my eyelids grow heavy as I listen to the rhythmic thump of his heart. He strokes up and down my arm in slow, soothing motions, lulling me into a calm state.

“I love you, Raven.”

Tears well up in my eyes at his words, but I blink them back, not wanting to start crying now. After all we’ve been through, after everything that’s happened, those three words mean more to me than anything in this world.

“I love you too, Vinnie,” I whisper back, my voice choked with emotion.