Ani kept her eyes on the photograph a beat longer, then gently set it down and threw her arms around him.
She pressed her lips to his ear, making his heart race. “Thank you, my darling Raffi,” she whispered. “I love it…and I really, really can’t wait anymore.”
The air between them shifted—gentle turned urgent.
This was it. Raffi climbed atop her. She unbuttoned and ripped off his shirt while he stripped her naked, relishing the moment his hands touched skin.
She was open for him, blooming for him. The curves of her breasts and hips, her smooth skin from her navel to the bud between her legs—she was utter perfection.
He wanted to worship. Get down on his knees like the supplicant he was and pray to this goddess before him. This perfect woman who’d shown him sweetness, shown him what it meant to feel loved.
“To be clear,” Ani said, watching him watch her, “I want to have sex with you.” She lay back, parted her legs wide, and he almost lost it.
Raffi unbuckled his belt and tore off his pants, his erection springing up to make itself known. He crawled on top of her.“I’m not sure how slow and gentle I can go with you. I’ve been waiting for this for a while.”
“I’m not delicate,” she whispered, her voice thick with lust. “I can take you.”
That was all the invitation he needed. He pulled off his briefs and let himself free, rubbing the length of him at her wet entry. His eyes rolled back in his head, and a groan escaped him at the same time Ani moaned.
“Holy shit, you feel like heaven and I’m not even inside yet,” his voice rumbled.
Ani’s hand reached down to find him, running his inches back and forth, and he caught her looking down at what her hand was gripping. “Raff, oh my God.”
“I know,” he said, unable to stop himself from smirking, but only for a quick second, as it was extinguished by all-consuming lust, the feel of her hand on his sensitive skin.
“Let me taste you first,” she said, and he momentarily saw stars as she shifted down to meet him. “You’re not the only one who’s been waiting a long time.”
And with that, she took him into her mouth and Raffi felt the pleasure ring throughout his body, from his scalp to the tips of his toes. He clawed at her hair while her mouth worked him, and he had to summon every ounce of restraint not to come, not yet.Don’t you dare come, Raffi. She deserved a real fucking, after waiting for him so long, and he would give it to her.
“I’ve got to have younow,” he said, pulling himself out.
He hooked his hands under her arms and jerked her back to the top of the bed. “On your back so I can see your pretty face.”
Ani let out a surprised puff of pleasure.
Then Raffi held himself at her entrance, nipped at her neck while she gasped, and slowly, carefully, guided himself inside her. My God, the feeling. It was her. There was no one else but her, and there never would be ever again. Ani was it, the end, the beginning.
Then came her choked voice, “More. More…please.”
Herpleasewas so insistent, how could he do anything but oblige her?
He pushed in harder, and she was so tight and warm around him, he could hardly take the sensation blaring inside his body. He rocked into her and she gripped him desperately, her body trembling under him, a symphony of moans pouring into his ear.
As he slid in and out of her, he was there, yes, and he was transcended, too. The way she stared into his eyes, wanting him the way he wanted her. She was entirely there for him.
This was not just sex; it was trust.
“Baby,” he said. He needed to tell her.
She moaned in response.
“You’re more than sex. You know that, right? You know I’d do anything for you. Whatever you ask. I’m yours.”
She gazed back at him, those giant pools of brown and black sucking him in, straight to her heart. “I know. I know. And I’m yours,” she said, breathless.
“My girl. Mine.” He thrust into her, and the combination of being buried inside her and knowing she was his was almost too much.
No way he’d be getting off before her. “What’s your favorite way to come?” he asked.
