He does, and fuck, those super green eyes, they undress me. The bed creaks. The headboard taps the wall again and again. I don't care. I fuck him harder now, and he smiles. My hand wraps around his dick, stroking him in rhythm, making him shudder under me. Every thrust hits deep, sharp, and I feel his body start to tremble.
"I can't, fuck, Gio—"
"I got you," I whisper, breath ragged.
I know he's close. "Rava," I gasp, grabbing his jaw, forcing his eyes on mine, "look at me. Look at me while you cum."
He does. And that is it.
His body arches and he starts cumming between us, his dick twitching in my hand, white ropes hitting his stomach, his chest, all the way up to his collarbone.
My brain shuts down. "Fuck—" I moan, voice cracking as the tight grip of his body around me drags me under.
"Fuck, Rava—"
I cum hard.
So hard it steals my breath. My body jerks, every muscle locking as I spill into him, whole world spinning. My arms give out. I drop forward, collapsing onto him with a loud, broken groan, our sweat-slicked skin sticking.
But I don't stop. I kiss him, sloppy. My tongue is everywhere obviously, his lips, his neck, because I need more. I need all of him. I pull back just an inch and look down at him. His hair is stuck to his forehead. His eyes dazed, half-lidded.
His chest is flushed pink and splattered with his own cum.
The view is beautiful. Art.
My hand trembles as I run two fingers through the mess on his chest. I bring them to my mouth. Taste him.
And I swear I could go hard again.
He is staring up at me, mouth barely parted, and I melt. "You taste fucking perfect," I whisper.
Then I lean down and lick it off his chest. Every drop. Slowly. My tongue dragging from his sternum to the hollow of his throat. I lick his collarbone. My hand stays on his ribs, feeling his breath stutter. He is trying to recover. I won't let him. I come back up, still breathing hard, and kiss him again. Lick into his mouth like I can't get enough, because I can't. I'm not gonna survive this.
I'm not gonna survive him.
…
"She really likes me," Rava says, scratching Lulu's belly while she kicks at his hand with her little paws. "Like, dangerously obsessed."
I'm sitting next to him, watching him.
"She doesn't like anyone this much. She usually hisses when someone evenlooksat her."
"She's got excellent taste," he says, grinning. "I'm clearly irresistible." I roll my eyes but don't deny it, because how could I?
How could shenotlike him? How could anyonenot?He's the kind of good that doesn't even try. It's just there, naturally.
He glances around the room, eyes scanning the shelves.
"So…besides your illegal charm, what else in here is gonna get you arrested?"
I let out a quiet laugh. "You asking as my lawyer or what?" He shrugs. "Depending on the severity."
I toss a pillow at him. "Shut up. I'm not a murderer."
He catches it. "No, really. What do you have? That camera, for example? Are there dead bodies in this?"
I pause. "I don't know…it's stolen. Don't ask. My dudes insisted. I was dumb back then."
