Drawn Together
Page 87
He checked in with the hostess and she led them to a table.
The view was gorgeous. The sky was on fire from sunset, but soon enough it would be the kind of dark it only got out in the middle of the ocean. The moon would hang overhead and shine silver on her skin.
They chatted as if they were strangers and he got harder and harder as the night drew on. He knew he’d have her in any way he wanted her. The real her.
This was fun and titillating, but the real Raven was special.
He took her hand after dessert had been cleared off and he’d watched her lick her spoon like she did his cock. He pressed a kiss to her palm. She shivered.
“I don’t want to dance with you.”
“You don’t? I’m a very good dancer, Jonah. I may be insulted.”
“I want to take you back to my house and strip you naked. I want to lick you from head to toe and then I want you to suck my cock. I’ll f**k you.”
“Naturally.”
“Naturally. And then we’ll nap. Then I’m going to wake you up and you’re going to get on top so I can watch you while I f**k you again.”
One corner of her mouth lifted. “I think I can find that amenable.”
He paid the bill and led her to the car.
He put a hand on her thigh as they drove. Making little circles with his middle finger just on the inside.
“Don’t get into an accident or you’ll never get to see me naked.”
He swore under his breath but kept his attention on the road. Just three or so miles more.
“Oh and Jonah?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m not wearing any underwear.”
Once he was in the garage he turned to her and inched her hem up, revealing her neatly trimmed pu**y.
“Touch me.”
Heart pounding in his chest, he reached out with a fingertip and slid it along her labia.
“Wet.” He pressed, immediately greeted by hot, slick flesh. “All for me?”
“Yes. I had to go into the bathroom and make myself come.”
“You did?”
She licked her fingertips. “I did.”
“I don’t think I gave you permission to do that.”
One brow went up and he leaned in to kiss it, and then her fingertips.
“What did you think about?”
“The way your tongue feels on my clit, with your fingers inside me. The way you say my name right before you come. The way you feel when I want you so bad and you finally put your c**k in me. My fingers are never as good as that.”
“Go in the house and get naked. I want you on the bed. You know how I like you.”
She swung those long legs from the car and sashayed into the house as he got his breath and control back.
Raven smiled as she let the dress slide from her body. She knew she’d gotten him all worked up. Which was good as she was worked up too. All evening as they’d teased she’d known they’d come back here. She wanted his hands on her. Wanted all of him all at once.
She decided to leave the shoes on as she settled on the bed, on her knees, her hands behind her back.
He came in some minutes later, standing in the doorway, staring.
He was going to make her work for this one, she knew by the look on his face. And that was totally okay with her.
He left the room again for a few minutes and came back, his hands full. She shivered at the sight of the things he held.
“You’ve gotten me in quite a state, Raven. What are you going to do to make that right?”
“Whatever you want me to, Sir.”
He cupped her throat around her choker, tipping her head back. He kissed her hard, a gnash of teeth and tongue. Need, like fire, licked at her skin. When he handled her like that it did something to her. Flipped an internal switch of some sort. That they’d built the sort of trust for him to touch her that way without fear he’d harm her or scare her, that he did touch her that way and only turn her on, it meant so much to her.
Made her want to do anything he asked. Anything he demanded.
He pulled back, his eyes burning, and a thrill slid through her. She made him like this. What they had wasn’t temporary. Or a fling. This was bone-deep connection. No one else had ever made her feel this way.
She’d stopped questioning it. Stopped letting herself panic over whether he was the real deal. He’d proved it to her every time he touched her. Every time he looked at her—even knowing all he did about her past—not with pity but with love. He adored her. No one had ever adored her before. It was not overrated.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
He bent and straightened, holding the blindfold. She hummed her pleasure and he allowed himself a smile. “Do you like this?”
“Yes.”
He tied it in place and her skin came to life.
He brushed something against her shoulder. She stilled, trying to figure out what it was.
“Something new I’ve been working on. Practicing so I’d use it just right.”
His voice was taut with desire and it hardened her ni**les. She tried to squeeze her thighs together but it wasn’t nearly enough.
Then he struck. Hot and fast, tails of what she figured out was a flogger licked at her belly, just above her pu**y. She gasped at how amazing it felt, the heat of pain that dissolved into fingers of desire in its wake.
He paused, she knew, to gauge whether her gasp was good or bad. After a few moments he did it again, this time against her ass.
“Hands high above your head. I want at that ass.”
The view was gorgeous. The sky was on fire from sunset, but soon enough it would be the kind of dark it only got out in the middle of the ocean. The moon would hang overhead and shine silver on her skin.
They chatted as if they were strangers and he got harder and harder as the night drew on. He knew he’d have her in any way he wanted her. The real her.
This was fun and titillating, but the real Raven was special.
He took her hand after dessert had been cleared off and he’d watched her lick her spoon like she did his cock. He pressed a kiss to her palm. She shivered.
“I don’t want to dance with you.”
“You don’t? I’m a very good dancer, Jonah. I may be insulted.”
“I want to take you back to my house and strip you naked. I want to lick you from head to toe and then I want you to suck my cock. I’ll f**k you.”
“Naturally.”
“Naturally. And then we’ll nap. Then I’m going to wake you up and you’re going to get on top so I can watch you while I f**k you again.”
One corner of her mouth lifted. “I think I can find that amenable.”
He paid the bill and led her to the car.
He put a hand on her thigh as they drove. Making little circles with his middle finger just on the inside.
“Don’t get into an accident or you’ll never get to see me naked.”
He swore under his breath but kept his attention on the road. Just three or so miles more.
“Oh and Jonah?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m not wearing any underwear.”
Once he was in the garage he turned to her and inched her hem up, revealing her neatly trimmed pu**y.
“Touch me.”
Heart pounding in his chest, he reached out with a fingertip and slid it along her labia.
“Wet.” He pressed, immediately greeted by hot, slick flesh. “All for me?”
“Yes. I had to go into the bathroom and make myself come.”
“You did?”
She licked her fingertips. “I did.”
“I don’t think I gave you permission to do that.”
One brow went up and he leaned in to kiss it, and then her fingertips.
“What did you think about?”
“The way your tongue feels on my clit, with your fingers inside me. The way you say my name right before you come. The way you feel when I want you so bad and you finally put your c**k in me. My fingers are never as good as that.”
“Go in the house and get naked. I want you on the bed. You know how I like you.”
She swung those long legs from the car and sashayed into the house as he got his breath and control back.
Raven smiled as she let the dress slide from her body. She knew she’d gotten him all worked up. Which was good as she was worked up too. All evening as they’d teased she’d known they’d come back here. She wanted his hands on her. Wanted all of him all at once.
She decided to leave the shoes on as she settled on the bed, on her knees, her hands behind her back.
He came in some minutes later, standing in the doorway, staring.
He was going to make her work for this one, she knew by the look on his face. And that was totally okay with her.
He left the room again for a few minutes and came back, his hands full. She shivered at the sight of the things he held.
“You’ve gotten me in quite a state, Raven. What are you going to do to make that right?”
“Whatever you want me to, Sir.”
He cupped her throat around her choker, tipping her head back. He kissed her hard, a gnash of teeth and tongue. Need, like fire, licked at her skin. When he handled her like that it did something to her. Flipped an internal switch of some sort. That they’d built the sort of trust for him to touch her that way without fear he’d harm her or scare her, that he did touch her that way and only turn her on, it meant so much to her.
Made her want to do anything he asked. Anything he demanded.
He pulled back, his eyes burning, and a thrill slid through her. She made him like this. What they had wasn’t temporary. Or a fling. This was bone-deep connection. No one else had ever made her feel this way.
She’d stopped questioning it. Stopped letting herself panic over whether he was the real deal. He’d proved it to her every time he touched her. Every time he looked at her—even knowing all he did about her past—not with pity but with love. He adored her. No one had ever adored her before. It was not overrated.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
He bent and straightened, holding the blindfold. She hummed her pleasure and he allowed himself a smile. “Do you like this?”
“Yes.”
He tied it in place and her skin came to life.
He brushed something against her shoulder. She stilled, trying to figure out what it was.
“Something new I’ve been working on. Practicing so I’d use it just right.”
His voice was taut with desire and it hardened her ni**les. She tried to squeeze her thighs together but it wasn’t nearly enough.
Then he struck. Hot and fast, tails of what she figured out was a flogger licked at her belly, just above her pu**y. She gasped at how amazing it felt, the heat of pain that dissolved into fingers of desire in its wake.
He paused, she knew, to gauge whether her gasp was good or bad. After a few moments he did it again, this time against her ass.
“Hands high above your head. I want at that ass.”
