I laugh once, harsh.“That’s a dangerous question.”
Her gaze doesn’t waver.“I’m not fragile.”
“I know,” I say quietly.“That’s the problem.”
She stands and crosses the room without hesitation.No ceremony.No checking in.She knows exactly how much space she’s taking and doesn’t apologize for it.
She stops right in front of me.
“You’re vibrating,” she says.“Sit.”
It’s not a command.It’s an assessment.
I push off the door and sit on the edge of the bed, elbows braced on my knees, head tipped forward like gravity finally won.She steps between my knees and tips my chin up with two fingers.
“There you are,” she murmurs.
I curse under my breath.
Her mouth is on mine before I can say anything else, hard and impatient, like she’s cutting through the noise instead of soothing it.I kiss her back just as roughly, hands sliding to her hips, fingers digging in.
“Fuck,” she breathes against my mouth.“You’re wound tight.”
“You have no idea,” I growl.
She pulls back just enough to look at me.“Then shut up and let me help.”
I don’t argue.That’s the thing, when I stop thinking, I stop resisting.
She pushes me back against the mattress, not gently but not rough either.She is purposeful.Like this is a task she knows how to do well.I lean back on my hands, watching her with something close to reverence.
“You’re staring,” she says.
“I like watching you decide things.”
Her mouth curves.“Good.”
She drops to her knees between my legs and the room tilts off center.
I drag a hand through my hair and curse again, louder this time.“Raven.”
“Relax,” she says.“I’ve got you.”
That should scare me.It doesn’t.
Her hands are sure.Confident.She doesn’t rush, doesn’t tease.She knows this isn’t about edging, it’s about release, about pressure bleeding off somewhere safe.Her mouth is hot and wet around my length, the suction perfect on the crown.
She works her head up and down, moving at a measured pace while I feel like my fucking head may explode from the fucking pleasure.I tip my head back, jaw tight, breath coming uneven as she works up and down my length.Her long fingers fondle my balls, rubbing along my taint and driving me crazy.
My hips shoot off the bed, thrusting deeper into her mouth and she hums, like that’s exactly what she wants.
The heat, the focus, the way my body starts responding without permission, it’s all there.
“Fuck,” I mutter.“Fuck, that’s...”
“Yeah?”she says softly when she pulls away, smug and satisfied that she is pushing me to the brink of losing control.“Tell me.”She replaces her mouth with her hand, fisting my length harshly but keeping the tempo even.
I laugh once, breathless and wrecked.“You’re a menace.”
