“I’m so happy for you, Dad.”
“Thanks, sweetpea.It means a lot.”
“Okay, let me get onto these five, and I’ll call you back when I have collected everything.”
“Thanks!Chat to you soon.”
“Chat soon.”
22
Rayna
Thedrenchingsunsetsoaksthrough Koby’s room, splashing electric orange across the beige walls.His place has been ready for a week, but neither of us wanted him to go.It’s also the start of preseason testing in a week and a half.We have been in a sexy bubble on our own, and I don’t know how we will fair getting back to season routines.
He sits on the bed while I stand in front of him.His hands on my thighs, running his fingers up and down.Teasingly bunching up the fabric of my shorts and then letting it drop.I’ve been slowly wearing clothes more seasonally appropriate, and it’s felt so relaxing and empowering.Today is particularly liberating as I lazed around the house with no bra or panties on under my clothes.
“Communication, right?”He breaks the silence and pulls my wandering mind back to him.
“Yes.”
“Then tell me what to do.”
“I-I don’t know how-what…”
“It’s easy.Just tell me what you want me to do to you.What would you like?”
“And me telling you what to do…is what you want?”
“Honey, I love telling you what to do and taking you by surprise.”He pauses and stares into my eyes.“But I also want you to feel comfortable telling me what you want.Nothing you say will shock me.And I want nothing more than to fulfill your fantasies.No matter what they are.”His eyes stay locked on mine as he moves closer to a small patch of bare skin on my stomach, caused by his hands trailing further and further up my sides, pulling up the fabric.
His hot breath dances across that small, overly sensitive, exposed skin.Longing for his lips to make contact, but he keeps them hovering.
Feeling my confidence, or maybe my impatience to have his mouth on me, I rush out.“Kiss me there.”
Smirking, he maintains eye contact as his open lips greet the skin on my stomach.His tongue presses down firmly.His hands have become dormant on my hips, but I want them elsewhere.
“Touch me.”I manage out before a flush hits my cheeks.
His eyebrow pops up in an unanswered question of,‘You know what we’re doing here.Where?’
“Touch me where you’re kissing me.My stomach.”
He complies, moving his hands back to my torso.Lifting my shirt up and gripping into my flesh, lavishing more open-mouthed kisses across my stomach.His eyes drift closed.
“Hey.”I break his attention, and his eyes snap open, piercing through me.“Eyes on me, Rookie.”I whisper on an unsteady breath, following it up with a small smirk.
His mouth turns up in a wicked smile, and it stirs something primal.His lips make an exaggeratedly slow descent to sweep against my skin.The eye contact making it so much hotter and raw as his lips and tongue graze across more of my skin.His hands continue to lift my shirt and roam across my stomach.
My hands reach for the back of my shirt, and I lift it over my head for him to freely roam, then push down my shorts.
“What else do you want me to do?”I can see the torture in his eyes as he maintains eye contact rather than worship the newly exposed area.
My stomach flips as I remember something I have been thinking about for a while.
“Can you…pick me up?And then throw me onto the bed?”
Koby deliberately takes his time to stand.Keeping close to me.Brushing my body with his in the process.His face meets mine, but he is still another twenty centimetres taller, so when he stops, he’s towering over me.But I am the one in control.
