“I’m soaked. It’s embarrassing.”
He broke away from her breast. “Do you want me not to touch you if you’re embarrassed?” He stilled his hand, inches from where he knew he’d find her wet.
“If you stop, I’ll do it myself.”
“I could be tempted. Have you done that this week? Put your hand down here and played with yourself while you’ve thought about me?” He carried on stroking the skin, slowly edging down.
“Every night.”
“What did you imagine me doing to you?”
She gasped as he brushed straight passed her clit and pushed a finger straight into her pussy. She was as wet as she’d said, his hand now coated in her juices and she was tight. He had no idea if he’d be fucking her tonight, but if he was, he needed to get her ready and then get her in the guest room which was downstairs and had a lock.
“Fingering me like this. Then taking me from behind over a bed.”
“You’re wilder than that, Rayah.” He moved his finger in and out slowly, curving it to hit the spot he’d found.
She looked at him with flushed cheeks. Her back was to the door and he was aware that everything outside the room was silent. This would be a stolen moment, his first in this house since they had moved in there. His first since before Sadie was born.
The knowledge jolted him. Any trysts with women had been away from home so his kids wouldn’t have to deal with the idea that he had anyone besides them and the memory of their mother. There was no guilt; that had faded with every passing day because he wasn’t a masochist who would beat himself up over things he could change. Yet he had Rayah here now, after just two weeks of flirting and a couple of stolen kisses. His wild girl.
She seemed to sense his hesitance and leaned forward, her kiss sweeter than it should’ve been given that he had two fingers inside and he knew she was about to come apart.
“I thought about how I’d let you fuck me, where I’d let you fuck me. If you’d let me use my hands or have them tied. What you’d do if I were bad.” She was riding his fingers, holding his shoulders. Her eyes were innocent and he saw fear because this was who she was – no small town missionary-once-on-a-Saturday-with-the-lights-off.
“What would I do if you were good?” He changed the rhythm, thrusting his fingers harder as he would do with his cock if he were about to come. “Bite my shoulder so you’re quiet.”
She did as she was told for the first time since he’d known her. Clearly there was only one place where Rayah took instruction. He felt her pussy contract around his fingers and her nails dig into him. She broke apart with a muffled whimper, her whole body shuddering as she came.
He left his hand so he cupped her centre, not wanting to leave her without him there, wanting her to feel like he had her. Rayah pressed against his shoulders and moved herself back to look at him, biting her bottom lip.
“What I said….”
“Suits me fine.”
She nodded and her body started to relax, her mouth finding his and kissing him slowly, deeply. The hand that wasn’t holding her pussy went to her back, under her pyjama top, his fingers needing to be on her skin.
“Guest room?” She whispered it into his ear. “Do you need to check the kids?”
“Things I bet you never thought you’d say?”
She shook her head, her hair bouncing wildly. “No. Big family, extended. I get it.”
Jonny didn’t argue. He didn’t want to pursue this line of conversation further. “They’ll sleep through and if they don’t they’ll shout for me.” He stood up, lifting her at the same time. She’d always been slight, incredibly strong but tiny. He’d feed her more chocolate pudding later.
The guest room was dark, the curtains open, the view of the peaks only lit by the clouded moon. He lay her down on the bed, her top spread open, exposing her breasts so he could see them properly and closed the curtains. Severton wasn’t a place that valued privacy.
“I want to see what you look like.” Her words were a ripple through the quiet night. “I’ve thought about it so much.” He had. Since Christmas. And he didn’t know why it had taken so long.
Jonny flicked on a bedside lamp and stood over her. The sheets were white making her skin stand out against them.
“I want to see you too. See those tits and that pussy. Show me, Ray.” He pushed his thumbs into the top of his sweats, standard for a Saturday night, and watched as she sat up, slipping off the top. Her breasts were big enough with large pink nipples that were hard. Then she pushed the bottoms down, raising her hips. As soon as she was naked she moved up the bed, using the pillows to prop herself up and then she spread her legs, letting him see how she glistened.
“You now. I want to see how you compare with what I thought.”
He chuckled and pulled off his t-shirt, exposing abs that were a by-product of his job and genes. He’d had a six pack at seventeen, climbing would do that to you, as would being a forced farmhand. Strength was needed in his job. It was needed as a father, because when he was emotionally wrecked from work and being what his children needed, he was physically strong enough to carry them all.
“And the rest.” She had sat up, her hand slipping between her legs, fingers running through her folds, playing with her clit.
