“Because you’ve been good. I’m going to go slow. I get the feeling you want it fast and hard but you’re tight…”
“And you’re fucking huge.” Her gaze was on him starting to enter her and he heard her gasp as he started to stretch. “Jonny…”
“Shhh,” he said, letting her hands go and instead bringing her closer to his chest. “I promise I will make you feel good.” He entered her further, watching her face, reading her, using his mouth to kiss her lips or her neck, pinch her nipple when he went in deeper and then he was there. Moving to look down in between them, he saw how she was impaled on his thick length and he nearly came at the vision. “Holy fuck, Ray, you look fucking gorgeous on my dick.”
“It’s impressive. I think you can move now.” Her legs shifted up to his waist, letting him deeper and he started to thrust, bringing her closer to him. She was tight all around him; her cunt, her arms, her legs. He felt her breath against him, her heart against his chest as she clutched on and at some point it stopped being dirty sex and became him and Rayah.
She came abruptly with a cry, her body jolting under his. He managed five, six more thrusts before clutching her hips and still her as he emptied himself deep inside her.
A few seconds later and he was aware of her hands on his shoulder, her gaze on his face and her heaving chest. “I need to be held after that.”
He smiled, letting his body move to the side so he wouldn’t crush her and pulled her into him. “I do too.” He pulled a cover over them, aware of his phone being in his pocket with an alarm set so he was awake before the kids.
“I never put you down for being a dirty talker, Jonny Graham.”
He was still inside her, his cock softening, but he didn’t want to leave. Her breasts were under his arm and she was tucked into his chest. “I never put you down for being a submissive.”
“I wouldn’t go that far. But in bed’s the one place I can kind of let go and not have to make any real decisions. I can trust someone else to make me feel good.”
The knife that stabbed him hard in the chest made him tighten his grip. Thinking about her being with someone else who would say words like that to her, would fuck her like that and watch her was not where he needed his head to go. But neither did she. “I would’ve thought there weren’t that many men in Severton that had that skill.” He’d heard it before from the women he’d hooked up with, the ones who had wanted a repeat evening, and some had earned several. Men who actually took charge and were confident with it, were rare.
“There aren’t many. None even. I haven’t slept with that many men. I had an older boyfriend when I was at university and he was dominant in bed. It was like stress relief. I can’t walk round town though with a badge that says ‘give me a good spanking, I’ll orgasm harder.’ That would get the Coven talking.”
He felt a little better but didn’t need any more details about her past sex life. “I half suspect all members of the Coven have those badges themselves. In fact, I could tell you what I overheard in the post office the other day, but it’d make you want to bleach your ears.” He kissed her neck and felt her purr.
“Let’s not go there. Just know that you just made me very happy.”
He tweaked her nipple, unable to resist. “I like how you came on my cock. I want you sat on me next time so I can bounce you up and down.”
Her giggle was dirty. “I want you to fuck me from behind like I fantasized. But not tonight. I need to recover. You broke me.”
“I’ll fix it in the morning. I’ve set an early alarm. If you like, I can sleep here with you and be up before the kids. If you want to stay.”
Rayah turned around so she was facing him and touched his jaw. The pressure of her fingers against his scruff was slight but firm.
“I want to stay. I love sex like that but I need this after. The aftercare part. And I need you not to say anything, you know, when this ends.”
He kissed her without need. Just a press of their lips that contained a promise. “This is just about me and you, Ray. It’s us. No one else needs any details. We downplay everything to everyone else without lying because it’s nobody else’s business.”
“Good.” Her eyes were drowsy. “Will you wake me with an orgasm?”
“I promise.”
He wondered what else he was promising her.
Chapter Ten
Instead of an alarm blaring or a neighbour’s radio blasting through the walls, Rayah woke with a head feasting between her legs, broad shoulders part of her view and strong arms holding her legs in place as Jonny’s tongue worked some form of rare magic against her clit and then dipping inside her. His hair was long enough to be grippable and that was where her hands went as she felt herself grow closer to the edge.
There had only been one occasion in the night where she’d woken up, needing the bathroom. Jonny had been wrapped around her, his big hands and muscled arms holding her close. She’d seen him lying on his back as she’d returned to the bed, the sheets tangled round his middle. “I missed you,” he said. She hadn’t known if he was sleeping or aware, but when she’d crawled back under the covers he’d gathered her close again and held her, muttered words unintelligible but she heard the tenderness in them.
Stars erupted and she managed to remember to come quietly, remembering where she was. He didn’t let up, continuing to lick and suck her as her orgasm subsided and as soon as he moved his face, he shifted his hands underneath and lifted her up.
“I want you on my cock. I’ll do the work; you just hold on. Do you want that?”
His words were a ripple through silk, smooth and strong. Her nipples hardened further and she felt increased wetness between her legs. Jonny lifted her as if she was a doll. She used her knees to rest on to the mattress and he guided her down, sitting her onto his cock.
He’d been big last night, uncomfortable at first, so she braced herself for the invasion. But her orgasm and the residual from their first time together made it easier for him to slide into her.
