I can taste myself on his lips, a sensation that, rather than repelling me, stirs up a coil of raw desire. His tongue twines with mine in a dance as rhythmic as the beat of our hearts. Ravoklowers his body, pressing me back down the mattress. I want to rub myself against his length, but his body has mine pinned, keeping me from moving. I shouldn’t enjoy the feeling as much as I am, but his size and strength keeping me restrained stirs a sense of exhilaration, an unexpected satisfaction from testing myself against his strength and how he tempers his power with tenderness and absolute control.
The room is quiet; the only sound is our shared breath, growing heavier while we explore each other. “Ravok,” I whisper his name. My hands slide over the intriguing texture of his skin. I want to touch every inch of him, to map his body with my fingers and mouth. He is the most mouth-wateringly delicious man I have ever seen, much less touched. I’m such a lucky bitch that I can hardly stand it.
My hands slide over the expanse of his broad shoulders, savoring every thick muscle. His skin is softer than it appears. Its metallic sheen makes it look like it will be cold and hard, but his skin is so decadently soft and silky under my fingertips that it pulls a groan from my mouth. I explore the chiseled plains of his chest, each contour a delight to my fingertips. I love that Ravok is so freely letting me explore him. He’s lifted his body slightly from mine, allowing me to touch him to my heart’s delight – all the while still kissing me like a man starved.
I rub my thumbs softly over his nipples, hoping that they’re as sensitive as mine. The resulting shudder makes me smile against Ravok’s lips. The ridges of his abs flex and ripple at my touch. As my fingers slide around his narrow waist, pulling him closer, Ravok lets out a low guttural groan. His reaction to my exploration reminds me of Mango when I pet him – I’m almost surprised he isn’t purring.
Finally pulling away from my lips, Ravok stares at my face, his eyes lit with an inner fire. The way he looks at me makes me feel powerful. I feel feminine and desirable. I feel like aseductress, like an irresistible siren meant to lure men to their willing demise.
“Leelee… Can… I want…” He starts before the soft words taper off, he shudders as his hot gaze travels over my naked body. He doesn’t finish his questions, but I know what he wants.
Oh, how I know.
Ravok opens his mouth, hesitating again. However, I silence him with a reassuring nod, and the softest, surest “yes” breathed in the space between us. I know what he wants because I want it, too.
Tugging slightly at his hips, I guide his body down to mine. When he hesitates again, the thick tip of his cock poised at my opening, I break his hesitation, begging with a single word, “Please.”
He does as I ask, entering me with a slow roll of his hips, filling me with a careful thrust. A broken gasp leaves my lips, and he freezes, holding still as I try to adjust to his size. He is almost shockingly hard and thick inside me, stretching me around his heavy girth. It feels incredible. Ravok snarls in my ear, a low sound of animalistic pleasure. The throaty growl doesn’t sound remotely human. The look on his face is one of a man who just discovered heaven. I can feel his muscles quivering under my hands with the force of holding himself back. His show of restraint revs my desire up even higher. It makes me feel like a goddess.
There is something so primal in accepting a cock inside my body. It makes me feel connected to Ravok in a way that defies description. It goes beyond pretty words. The communication is in the way I can feel Ravok’s shiver all the way to his cock inside me, or in how my nails penetrate the skin of his back. The silence of the room is shattered with our ragged breaths and soft gasps.
I’m about to start rolling my hips beneath his, needing to feel him move, when Ravok gives a tentative thrust of his hips. I gaspout his name, almost overwhelmed by the sensation. He freezes again as if worried that he’s hurt me. So, I wrap my legs around his waist, crossing my ankles in the small of his back, clinging to his body. “More,” I breath into his ear. Ravok shudders at my plea.
He straightens up on his arms, rearing up and staring down at me. Then he rolls his hips against mine, filling me to the brim. Instinctively, I grasp his shoulders in a clawing grip, needing to hold on to keep myself grounded. When he thrusts again, the base of his dick brushes against my clit, pulling an inarticulate noise from my throat. Ravok pauses for a millisecond, and before I can start begging, he does it again. Then again. When I can tear my eyes open and turn my gaze upward, I find his eyes flickering over my face, observing me again, discerning my reaction. I realize that he is “listening” again. He understands me better than men who natively speak my language, better than men I’ve known for years. He doesn’t even need his translator to understand me, to anticipate my needs.
Damp tendrils of hair stick to the nape of my neck as pulses of exhilarating pleasure light up every sensitive nerve in my body. I squeeze my eyes shut as my grip on Ravok tightens, the rhythm he sets has my body barreling toward another earth-shattering climax.
I bite my lip to keep quiet, but my body refuses to cooperate. Words tumble from my lips in a series of incoherent whispers and moans, each one amplified by the fiery desire that’s growing within me. “Oh god, Ravok…” I whimper, utterly lost in him.
The glow of Ravok’s eyes blaze bright in the low light. His gaze focuses on me in a way that makes me forget about anything but the two of us. My focus is entirely on the moment, on our connection.
“It’s so good. You’re… so good…” I manage to stutter, each word choked out between gasps. He responds with anotherthrust, harder and deeper than before. My body tenses up, pleasure swirling in my stomach as it coils tighter with each passing second.
My world narrows down to him, to us, to this single moment frozen in time. My pulse roars in my ears, my heartbeat in sync with his rhythmic thrusts. My body arches off the bed as a familiar warmth pools in the pit of my stomach.
A wild storm of sensation sweeps through me. Consuming. Devouring. Each caress, each movement triggers fresh waves, plunging me deeper into a world of only pleasure.
My breathing stutters, caught within the vice-like grip of a pleasure that is as beautiful as it is terrifying. I clutch desperately at Ravok. His skin is hot and slick with sweat under my hands.
“Harder, Ravok.”
I grab his ass, feeling the dips in the sides, which deepen each time his butt flexes.
I can feel it, the edge; it’s there within reach, threatening to take over my senses. My muscles coil tight, breath hitching in a silent plea; just a little more, just a little… And then I’m there, teetering over the precipice of blissful release. A wave of pleasure crashes over me, pulling me under in its intoxicating fury. “Ravok!” I scream, my release so intense I feel like I’m going to black out.
I find myself crooning his name, pressing my mouth against his neck as his thrusts increase, riding me fast and hard, drawing out the pleasure.
Ravok starts to chant my name with each thrust. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I have ever heard and it’s turning me on again when I should be completely wrung out. I don’t think he even knows he’s doing it. With each thrust, his voice gets deeper and more urgent, my name a mantra of his pleasure. He sounds as wrecked as I feel.
His voice is rough as if it’d been dragged over gravel. I love that Ravok isn’t quiet, that he vocalizes his pleasure. I wanna know that I’m making him feel good.
His movements become erratic, unfettered. The rhythm that was hypnotic and measured turns wild and reckless. His eyes hold me captive as they seem to brighten, turning stark white and illuminating the room with an alien glow. I can hardly pull away from the mesmerizing light of his gaze. His lips are pulled back from his teeth in a snarl. I’d think he was in pain if it wasn’t for the look in his eyes and his constant groans of pleasure. He pulls me closer, pressing me up against him as he arches his back.
A guttural roar fills the cabin, breaking through the haze of my pleasure. The sound, primal and raw, resonates throughout the room, a testament to Ravok’s ecstasy. His body shudders as he thrusts hard one final time, burying himself deep inside me. A groan rips through him, a raw, primal sound that makes me feel alive. All of my nerve endings are reeling with lingering pleasure and bone-deep satisfaction.
Ravok’s body goes limp, collapsing against me.
His chest, a comforting weight upon mine, heaves just as fiercely as mine. His heat is sweltering, yet comforting, a solace in the aftermath of our passion.
