"I—"
"Now, Raven."
She came apart on my tongue. Her inner walls clenched around my fingers, her whole body seizing, her voice breaking on my name as the orgasm ripped through her.
I worked her through it. Didn't stop until the aftershocks faded and her grip on my hair loosened and her breathing went from desperate gasps to long, shuddering draws.
"Good girl," I whispered against her thigh.
The moan she gave me at those two words nearly made me come undone.
I kissed my way back up her body. Her soft stomach. The valley between her breasts. The hollow of her throat where my teeth had already left their bruise. Found her mouth and kissed her deep, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She whimpered and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down on top of her.
Skin against skin. Her breasts against my chest. My cock hard and thick against her hip, and she rocked against it—instinctive, hungry—smearing her wetness along the length of me.
"Milo." Her voice was ragged. "Please. I need you."
"Shhh...I've got you."
I reached between us and gripped my cock. Dragged the head through her folds, coating myself in her wetness, nudging her clit on each pass until she was again writhing beneath me.
"You want this?" I pressed the tip against her entrance. Held it there. "Tell me."
"Yes—"
"Tell me who this belongs to first." I notched inside her—barely, just the head—and stopped. "This pussy, Raven. Tell me whose it is."
"Yours." The word came out desperately, stripped of every mask she'd ever worn. Not a performer. Not a blind girl. Just Raven, raw and aching for me. "It's yours, Milo."
"Good girl."
I pushed into her slowly.
One inch. Then another.
She was tight. So fucking tight that my arms shook and my jaw locked and every instinct I had screamed at me to slam home. But I didn't. I gave it to her little by little, and felt the way her body resisted, then yielded, then gripped me so hard that my vision blurred even though there was nothing to see.
Her breath came in short, sharp bursts. Her nails carved crescents into my biceps.
"Breathe, baby girl."
She exhaled, and her body softened around me, opened for me, and I sank deeper.
"That's it." I kissed the corner of her mouth. Another inch. "Taking me so well."
"You're—" She gasped. "God, you're?—"
"I know." I bottomed out, and we both went still.
Fully seated. Buried to the hilt in the tightest, wettest heat I'd ever felt. I could feel her pulse around my cock, every flutter, every involuntary clench. My forehead dropped against hers. Breathing hard. Both of us.
"Okay?" My voice didn't sound like mine.
She rocked her hips. We both groaned. "Move."
I pulled out slow. Pushed back in. Felt every inch of her grip me, resist me, pull me deeper. Watched the darkness where her face was and listened to every sound. Every gasp, every whimper, every softyesthat fell from her lips.
Then I stopped being gentle.
