To shutthemup when they were watching.
To make you forget every name butmine.
He nods. Hands grabbing at the sheets. "Don't turn around." I tell him. His eyes meet mine.
"I want to see your face when I ruin you."
Rava smiles. "So sweet, even when you're choking on your own need." I lean in close, let my mouth brush against his, barely touching. "There's not gonna be anything sweet left on that face in one fucking minute."
I line up. No teasing this time. Just pure hunger.
I sink in.
Slow, all the way, until I get fully in, and lose every thought I ever had.
"How the hell do you feel too good," I hiss, already grinding my waist, like he's dragging me in deeper. And then his nails rake down my back.
I bury my face in his neck. "Don't stop that," I mutter, voice shaking from how deep I'm hitting.
I slam into him again. Harder. Rougher. His back arches. His hands claw again. His thighs tremble around me.
The sounds…fucking hell, the sounds are filthy. The bed is slamming against the wall. The headboard banging over and over. Skin clapping so loud it echoes around the room.
"You hear that, Rava?" I murmur against his mouth. "That's the sound of you getting fucked exactly the way you need." I grab his wrists and pin them over his head, pound into him.
His legs lock around me tighter than before. His body doesn't want me to ever leave. And I fucking love it. Every ugly scratch. Every tremble. Every sound we make together, echoing off the walls.
I lean in, grab his jaw with one hand, thumb dragging over his lips. He looks up at me with dazed eyes, mouth open, stillpanting from how hard I'm fucking into him. And I crash into him.
Sloppy. He tries to keep up with the kiss, but he's already gone, fucked out. His head tips back against the pillow, like he can't keep up with my pace. And I love it. I fucking thrive on it.
"Aww," I whisper, biting his bottom lip before I pull back just enough to speak. "You can't even kiss me back right now." I thrust in deep, fast. I lick and kiss his neck. "You're so fucking gorgeous like this, baby." I pull back just enough to get leverage and slam into him, hard enough to shove the air out of his lungs.
He gasps. Arches. And I keep going. Giving him everything.
"Take it." Another thrust.
"Fucking take it, angel." One more. Harder.
His hands scramble over my back, trying to find something to hold on to, anything, and I don't stop. Don't slow. I can't stop looking.
I keep watching my dick disappear into him, slide in and out. Every time I pull back and see the way he clenches around me, I swear under my breath.
It's hypnotizing. Addictive. We're not talking anymore. We're just fucking like crazy.
I'm so far gone I don't even register his movement. Don't realize what he's doing until he shoves me.
My back hits the bed.
And the next thing I know, he's climbing on top of me, hands on my chest. I gasp. Rava looks down at me, flushed and panting, a wild smile on his lips. "Sorry," he says, catching his breath. "But I missed riding you."
I drag a hand over my face. Holy fuck. How am Ithislucky. That was the hottest thing he could do. His hands land on my chest as he settles over me. He leans forward, grabs my dick, and guides it back in himself. Slow. My head snaps back against the pillow.
"Holy shit, Rava…" I can't stop watching.
He sinks down, eyes locked on mine, and I feel it as he takes me in inch by inch. He opens for me, swallows me whole again. I groan, watching my dick vanish inside him, being devoured. He just starts to move. Slow at first, grinding down, and then he picks up speed.
Starts bouncing. And grinding. Back and forth. Loud.
