Her mouth moved on him in ever increasing demand, feeling the hard throb of blood just under the flesh, feeling the thick erection pulse and throb as he groaned her name in a thick, guttural tone.
One hand moved to the heavy sac just below the straining shaft, her fingers cupping the taut flesh as her other hand stroked the length that her mouth couldn’t consume. She moaned around the fullness that thrust demandingly between her lips, hungry for the heat and taste of him.
“Enough,” he suddenly growled, his hands tightening in her hair as he pulled back.
But not before he spilled a few precious drops of semen on her tongue. Hot, salty, male, the taste sent her senses spiraling as she fought his hold, eager for more.
“That’s not fair,” she gasped as he held her out of reach, his hands catching her wrists to keep her from tempting him further.
“Of course it is.” He turned her quickly, pushing her upper body to the bed as he raised her hips, coming to his knees behind her. “Especially when I intend to do this.”
In one smooth, fierce stroke he filled her. Raven arched, a strangled scream escaping her lips as she felt his cock fill her to overflowing, powering into her with a force and pleasure that left her helpless.
He filled his hands with the smooth flesh of her rear, separating it as he began to move, creating a brilliant shaft of electric sensation as he parted the entrance to her anus. His thumbs smoothed down the crease until he reached the point where he filled her. There, his fingers slid in the slick cream that flowed easily from her body. He smoothed it back, dampening the little hole over and over again as she bucked beneath him, the pleasure so intense, she wondered if she could survive it.
One hand held her buttocks spread as the other began to spread more of her juices back along the crevice. Below, his cock thrust slow and deep inside the sensitive, hot depths of her pussy. He was making her crazy, moving so slowly, teasing her with alternate deep, fast strokes, then slow easy ones. All the while his fingers played at the tiny entrance above, relaxing her, easing her.
“Do you want to throw this away, Raven?" The question was delivered in a hard possessive voice. “This as well as everything else we've ever shared?”
“No!" She couldn’t stop the protest, the need that filled her. Not just sexual, not just the hunger for the biting pleasure of having his cock fill her. But something more, something that went deeper, that grew more intense each time he touched her. It wasn’t just sex, no matter how desperately she wished it were.
“Good girl,” he whispered, thrusting harder inside her, thrusting against delicate tissue and nerves as she cried out at the pleasure.
She was gasping, crying, begging for more when she felt his hand tighten on her hip. The thumb massaging her anus paused for just a second before it began to push inside with slow devastation.
Raven’s back arched, a strangled scream escaping her throat as the piercing pleasure-pain shot up her back before arrowing back down to strike the core of her womb as he began to fuck her in hard, deep thrusts. He stretched her, filled her, thrusting inside her in counterpoint to his thumb as it raided the tender entrance of her ass.
The dual penetration broke the last threads of her control, both physical and emotional. A shattered wail escaped her throat as she clamped down on him, exploding with a force that drew every muscle taut as it shuddered through her body in hard, heavy pulses of release.
Behind her, she heard him groan, felt him swell inside her, then felt his explosion, the hot splash of his semen filling her, branding her. She collapsed beneath him, groaning heavily as his thumb slid from the tight grip of her anus. Seconds later, she heard him breathe in heavily as his cock slid free of her wet vagina and he collapsed on the bed beside her.
“Hell, we're going to kill each other at this rate,” he panted as he pulled her into his arms, one hand smoothing back the perspiration-damp hair that fell over her brow.
Raven opened her eyes, dazed, relaxed, knowing she was losing the emotional battle she was fighting, and fighting to make sense of it. He wasn’t giving her a chance to think, to consider, to come to terms with the emotions tearing through her heart.
“It hasn’t changed anything,” she whispered then, watching his eyes darken with emotion. “How am I supposed to deal with this, Reno, when you keep clouding my mind with sex?”
“I’m not clouding your mind, baby.” He then pulled her closer in his arms as he sighed deeply against her hair. “You’re clouding it yourself. Either you want there to be an 'us,' or you don’t. Think very hard before you make that decision, Raven. Fear can be dealt with, but you have to face it before you can defeat it.”
She frowned.
“I love you, Raven.” He tilted her head back, staring down at her, his eyes dark, filled with emotion, with a savage intensity that clenched her chest and brought tears to her eyes. “That won’t change in a day, a week, or a century. But I won’t destroy myself chasing after you. You have to decide what you want, and once you do, you have to stick to it. Either way it goes, there’s no going back.”
Chapter Eight
“We really should get out of bed,” Raven muttered drowsily the next morning as Reno smoothed his hand over the rounded curves of her rear and watched her quietly.
She lay on her stomach, her head turned away from him, the long tangled locks of her dark hair flowing around her. Reno trailed his hand from the rounded flesh of her buttocks to her back, his fingers tangling in the rich mass of curls. She looked so delicate, small and tempting as she lay beside him, exhausted from their lovemaking.
This was the picture he would keep in his mind of her. Her beside him, tired and replete, her hair fanning over her back as he touched her, stroked her.
He kissed the curve of her shoulder, allowing himself to breathe in deep, to fill his senses with the scent of her.
“Did you hear me?" she mumbled as she lifted her shoulder against his lips.
Reno smiled at the irate drowsiness. He could hear the threat of laughter in her voice, despite her tone. She liked to play at being tough, unemotional, but he could hear the threads of feelings that she tried to hide.
“I hear you, grouch.” He raked his teeth over the flesh he was caressing, smiling at the faint shiver that gripped her body. "You’re just a coffee hussy. You think you’re going to convince me to fix you some.”
Soft laughter greeted the accusation.