“Nothing,” she quickly replies.
Her heart rate increases, and I raise my head to her, cocking an eyebrow.
“Raven.”
“Nothing.”She attempts again.
“You can’t fool me.”
She exhales.“Fine, but put her head back down.I can’t say it with you looking at me.”
I comply, kissing her shoulder before laying my head back down.
Taking a deep breath, she says, “While I agree with you last night; that we should take it slow.We don’t have to take it super-slow.”
I remain still, waiting for her to continue.She doesn’t.
“How about you take the lead or set the pace?When you want to carry on what we are doing, we will.If you want to stop.We’ll stop.Just tell me?”
Taking a pause for several moments, I feel her nod her head.“Deal.”
“So, did I end things too quickly last night or at just the right time?”
I feel a hitch in her breathing.
Smirking, I hover over her again.Draping my body over her.Making sure I have my hips against hers.Putting pressure against her pelvis.
She gasps, eyes rolling in the back of her head.
“I asked you a question, Raven.”Rolling my hips against her again.
“Fuck, Koby.”
“No, we agreed we were going to wait for that.”
Her hands find my chest as I’m propped up over her.Her breathing laboured as I feel her squirming under me.
“Did.I.End.Things.Too.Quickly?”Each word punctuated by a slow hip roll.
“Yes,” she gasps, exasperated.Her focus splintered.Her head pushes into the mattress, as her hands get lost in the fabric as she balls her fists in my shirt.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
Her moan floods my ears, and she nods, along with a whispered, “Yes.”
I kiss her, wanting to fluster her some more.Her hands are around my face, digging into my jaw, pulling me into her.
Keeping my mouth on her, I move to lie on my side, leaning on my elbow to have a hand free.
I wish I was exploring her body with my mouth for the first time, but I’ll be happy doing it with my hand.I start at her neck, trailing down to her breasts, grabbing gently through the material.Her whimper in my mouth was my encouragement.
Roaming further down, I skip over her pelvis and put my hand on the inside of her thigh, grazing my fingers up.Her robe benefits the situation with easy access.Her kissing, aggressive.Reaching her apex, my fingertips graze up the bare skin, running my fingertips through her folds.She shudders, and I groan.“Argh, Raven.So wet for me.I wish it was my tongue tasting you.”
Her moan exasperated.She’s frustrated.“Rookie,” is a plea on a breath.
Answering it by moving by brushing my fingertips through her wetness.Her body bows with the slightest of pressure from me.
The arm I’m resting on moves, gripping behind her neck.Holding her so she can’t break away from me.My finger circles her sensitive nub, her wetness coating me, and her body jolts again.
