She finally moves, pushes me back, so my hand slips from between her legs. She climbs on top, straddling me, and pulls back to look at me. “This is wrong, so wrong.”
I push up against her, I know she can feel me. “But it feels so right.”
It does, nothing and no one has ever felt more right than her. She looks like she’s about to back out and pull away from me. I grip her and hold her tight, she has no way of escape now. The minute my lips touch her again, just a small kiss on her neck, she melts back into me and presses down, making my already hard cock strain with the weight. But it wants so badly to be exactly there between her legs.
Her hands start pushing at my shirt and she tears the buttons.
“My aggressive, little Raven.”
She doesn’t stop and runs her nails up and down my bare skin until she drops them, reaching for the buttons on my trousers. She works her magic and frees my cock. Her hand strokes it and I can’t help but groan in pleasure at the simple touch of her magic.
That’s what she is, pure fucking magic.
She looks up, her hand not leaving my cock as she stares at me. A challenge is in her eyes. I lean forward and bite at her, but she pulls back before I can, while smirking at me.
Her head drops to the side. “Do you want this?” She lifts a fraction and rubs my cock on the outside of her shorts right along her pussy. Then drops down. I nod my head and she stops, stays where she is on top of me with that smirk not leaving. “I’m waiting for you to take it, Falcon. Aren’t you the big scary bird ready to eat his prey?”
I lift and she yelps in surprise. I hold onto her ass and her hands wrap around my shoulders as I make my way to her room.
“Left.” She chuckles when I kick the door open to find her bed already messy and ready for us.
“Should we bring BOB out to play?” I ask her, not letting her go yet.
She leans back, dropping her arms from my neck.
“You can’t play all by your lonesome?”
She tears her shirt off and I’m met with my most favorite sight.
“Challenge accepted,” I say throwing her down, watching her tits bounce, and the laugh that follows almost stops me in my tracks.16Ariel ‘Raven’He stops, his eyes change, the playfulness that’s always there has disappeared and in its place is someone I haven’t met before. Maybe he’s even serious. Falcon spreads my legs and pulls me, so my back slides down the bed, and then he turns me over.
“All fours.”
I do as he says and he pulls my hips back, so I’m in line with him. Soft kisses float down my back making me arch up to him. His hand crawls along my hip, grabbing hard, then feather light touches follow making goose bumps float all over me.
If we keep this up, I may become infatuated with him, if it hasn’t already happened. I’m afraid of that happening. I’m afraid of what would happen if I fell for him because he wouldn’t feel the same way. I know it. It’s just who he is, how he’s always been.
Who am I to think I could possibly change a man? No one, that’s who.
A man has to want to change, no woman should make him.
“Just like that,” he says now near my ear. His hands keep on tickling all over my skin, while his cock plays at my entrance. If I pushed back just a fraction he would be in me, but I like the build-up he provides because, as proven, the release that follows is fucking next-level. Out of this world. Extraordinary.
“Tell me you want me.” It doesn’t sound like me, but I want to hear it leave his lips. I want him to tell me that I’m it and he wants me even if it’s just for now, while I have him between my legs ready to fuck me.
His breath tickles my ear and he bites my earlobe and then speaks softly, “I’ve never wanted anything more.”
Reaching for him, I grab his hand and place it on my clit. Rubbing in circles he takes over and also pushes the tip of himself in me. I know he isn’t in me yet because when he is I feel so full. He’s close, though.
“What are you waiting for?”
“You,” is all he says before he’s in me. His hand doesn’t move from my clit, still rubbing in circular motions as his cock enters me and leaves me in slow, deliberate motions, in and out. I am helpless to him. The last thing I want to do is stop, and the last thing I want to do is rush. Falcon is like a fine wine, while you have him you have to savor him. And that’s what I intend to do because a few hours from now I could be left with the smart-ass cocky guy, who only sees one thing—what’s between my legs.