He shook his head. “You have more of my head space than anything other than my kids. And sometimes I let you have more. I don’t want you seeing anyone else, Ray. Can’t bare the idea of anyone else fucking you.”
“Stop trying to top from the bottom. Using dirty words isn’t going to get me to let you take control.”
His grin was wicked. “I tried. Now take them off.”
There was no way she was going to obey that. Instead her mouth dropped to his neck, feasting once more on his skin, tasting the residue of the night with the salt and the scent and just him.
Kisses and licks and bites were decorated on his chest as she made her way down, his cock standing up in anticipation. And then she was there, mouth around the head, sucking and flicking with her tongue, hearing his groans and her name on his lips.
She steadied the base with one hand, steadying herself with the other, her desire being fed with his responses.
“Tits, Rayah. Please.”
This time she complied, pulling away to sit up and removed her bra. Her nipples were hard already, anticipating being touched and within seconds they were, his hands cupping her, thumbs stroking, fingers pinching and then his hands dropped to her hips, pushing down her underwear.
Rayah kneeled up, allowing him to push them further down, leaving her bare. She somehow managed to get them off without falling ungracefully to one side.
Jonny’s large hand cupped her centre, a finger lazily pushing up into her. “You’re ready.”
It wasn’t a question. She was more than ready, needing that connection, wanting to be as physically close to him as she could. She moved to line up over his cock, taking it in one hand and guiding it into her as she sunk down, gasping as he stretched her.
“Slow.” He was down to single words.
“If I want.” But she wanted it slow, wanted to make it last.
This time there were no words. Jonny held her hips, supporting her rather than controlling their rhythm. She took him deep, her eyes half-lidded with lust, still watching him, reading his body as he gave her no words.
Not this time.
For the first time, the silence and their bodies was all she could hear. His arms around her, hands on her, cock inside her, was all she was aware of. That and something different shifting between them, as if the parameters they had set were in motion and neither of them knew where they would fall.
“Ray, let me take over.”
She nodded, her legs tired. Jonny gathered her up and gently moved her onto her back, spreading her legs and with practiced moves entered her. She gasped again at the fullness, that momentary feeling when she was being split in two and pressed her fingers into his back. He was close, but so was she. The point where she was about to shatter was imminent, the new position hitting her clit and the place deep inside her that Jonny seemed to have been built to find.
His gaze remained on her as her legs curled around his waist, urging him deeper. The tightness in her pussy grew, the clench around him gripping. He groaned her name and then she fell, the quiet split in two by her cry, the sound all she was capable of, no words available.
She was soon filled as he came with his own cry, holding onto her so tightly she was sure she would have marks. Then they were collapsed together on the bed, his lips seeking her, his hands caressing, checking to see if she was okay, if she was still in one piece.
Words were useless. They lacked the power to convey anything that she felt right now. Instead she took the warmth from his skin and the feel of his hands as they covered her body.
Sleep took her under, a gentle pull out of the reality of the night and into a haze of dreams through which she somehow understood that Jonny was there, her crash mat and safety net.
Her lover.
Her future?
Chapter Seventeen
“No, you’re not taking the chocolate cake in your packed lunch.” Jonny put the healthy sandwich that he was pretty sure his daughter would swap for a crisp butty if the opportunity arose. And if it didn’t arise, she’d create it.
“But Daddy! I need the energy for the afternoon. We’re going swimming and then straight to the park so I need the cafories!”
Jonny bit his lips together, trying not to laugh. Sadie Grace did not need any more encouragement. She was about to go into full on persuasive mode, he could see it coming. Her lips were pursed and her eyes were shining. Devising summary arguments was something she was already excelling at and it was difficult to out argue her.
Especially if he laughed.
“I think you mean calories. And yes, you will burn calories at the park and at swimming, so I’ll add an extra wrap with chicken. The protein will be good for you.” he watched her face to try and anticipate her response.
