He chuckled. “Were you thinking of me doing this to you while you were in the bar?”
“Yes. Please move. I need to come.”
He slowed even more, not sure where the fuck his control had come from.
“Next time we go out together, on our own, I’m going to have you sit next to me with a little skirt on and I’m going to finger fuck you ‘til I make you come in front of the server. Let’s see how quiet you can be then with my fingers inside you.” He moved in and out, harder now. Her head fell slightly back, her tits pushed forward as if she was offering them to him, nipples like bullets.
He bent down and took one in his mouth, sucking sharply and then she fell over the precipice into an orgasm that seemed to drown her. Her pussy pulled at him, squeezing his cock hard, as if she was trying to pull him further into her.
His orgasm took him by surprise, coming in one hard, fast rush, filling her up. He heard himself cry her name, the only word he could think of as stars burst in his eyes and everything else was swallowed into a black hole of non-existence because right now, she was his whole world.
Jonny kept his weight on his forearms, lowering himself enough that he covered her body, knowing she needed the skin to skin contact. As did he.
“You okay, beautiful?”
Her arms hands left the headboard and wrapped around him as far as they could go. “Very. I’ve been imagining that all night.”
He kissed her collar bone, her neck. “Me too. It was murder not being able to hold you in front of everyone.”
“But exciting though.”
It was, he had to agree. But he wasn’t sure what he wanted more. “Come here.” He moved onto his side and pulled her into his chest, kissing her softly, needing those tender touches for himself. “You’re perfect.”
“You know I’m far from perfect.”
He cupped her face with one hand. “That’s untrue. I think you’re perfect.”
“Even though you’ve had to save me countless times over the years and rescue me?”
He kissed her again, not needing anything other than to somehow communicate what he was feeling, unable to put it into words.
“I’ll always rescue you, Rayah. Sometimes you rescue me.”
Her hand rested on his hip, fingers drifting over onto the tight muscle of his ass. “I was jealous when Penny was so forward with you.”
“Given that I’ve paid no attention to any other woman for fuck knows how long, Ray, why would I have been interested? And I’m not playing any silly games to make you jealous.”
“I know. That isn’t your style.”
She pressed her lips to his chest and he wondered how long she needed before he could have her ready again. It was always the same; they’d have rough and hard sex, followed by something that was slower and needier, as if the first time had only whetted their appetite.
“My style is just you, beautiful girl. Know that.”
Her head started to go lower, slithering down on her side, under the covers until he felt her mouth around the tip of his half hard cock.
He groaned and closed his eyes, fully content, the fire Rayah ignited in him warming him, making him feel something he couldn’t yet describe.
Chapter Twelve
“Miss Maynard! Kale called me a pig!”
Rayah stuffed her hands in her pockets and wondered why she hadn’t remembered her gloves. Playground duty in April should’ve been filled with happy children skipping about the yard, holding hands and looking at the daffodils, but instead she got winter’s last kick in the arse and children who were being a pain in one.
“Why did Kale call you a pig, Letty?”
Lettuce, unfortunately named, stared at her feet.
Rayah nodded. She knew damn well why Kale had called her a pig: Lettuce had called him something much worse.
