“Don’t be nervous. It’s just me.” I looked up at her. “You’re still the most beautiful girl in the world, you know that?”
She smiled down at me.
I placed my mouth on her tattooed nipple and swirled my tongue around it. I wasn’t sure if she could feel it. A surge of emotion filled me as I thought about the step she’d taken to potentially save her own life.
I moved my mouth down her abdomen. With every second, she surrendered to me a little more, relaxing deeper into this. While I wanted to continue my descent and devour her between her legs, I wanted her to come with me inside of her first. So I kissed back up the length of her body, landing at her lips.
I knew she could feel the beat of my heart against her chest. I hoped that proved just how much this meant to me.
“I need you inside of me,” she said.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
“Should I grab a condom?”
“No. I’m on the pill.”
Yes. I’d never had the chance to feel her with no barrier before.
She slipped my shirt over my head and worked to unzip my pants.
I wanted to go easy, but the second my crown touched her opening, I couldn’t resist pushing all the way inside. Her hot pussy enveloping me was almost too much to take. Given how tense she’d seemed a moment ago, I never imagined she’d be this wet. As I began to thrust slowly, I had to close my eyes and try not to explode. Raven circled her hips under me.
Closing my eyes, I found my bearings and fucked her harder, pounding into her, unable to stop myself long enough to worry whether it was too much. At one point, I felt myself about to come, so I stopped abruptly.
“Don’t stop.” She dug her nails into my shoulders.
I gripped her hips to push myself even deeper. But I’d reached my breaking point. My orgasm rocketed through me.
“Fuck,” I growled, pumping faster. “I’m coming.”
Her breathing became ragged as she let herself go right along with me. I felt the muscles of her pussy contract as I unloaded the last of my cum inside her.
We lay together, panting and sated.
“That was intense. Pretty sure I came faster than my first time with you. I felt like I’d waited forever.”
She smiled. “Ten years, to be precise.”***After three days holed up with her, I made it my mission to show Raven properly around London. We went all over, from Buckingham Palace to the Royal Observatory. And I also took her to some of my favorite attractions in the South Bank.
I’d wanted to show her my office, but felt that might be uncomfortable for her since many of Paige’s close friends worked there. I didn’t want anyone to give her any funny vibes. So that would be a destination for another trip.
“Thank you for this day,” she said as we arrived back at my place.
“Well, I figured it was time to share you with the world a little, as much as I prefer having you all to myself.”
We collapsed onto the couch, and she rested her head on my chest.
I kissed the top of it. “I wish you could stay longer. I don’t know how I’m going to live without you. Can’t you just never leave?”
“I wish it were that simple.” She lifted her chin to look at me. “But when will we see each other again?”
“We have to figure out a schedule—maybe where I come to the States every other month. Maybe you fly out here in between. I’ll talk to the staffing company so they don’t give you trouble. We’ll make it work. That’s what people do when they need to be together. They just figure it out, because being apart isn’t an option.”
“You know,” she said. “I used to feel sorry for people who were forced to travel a lot, for work or whatever. But the alternative—not getting to see you—is far worse than any amount of travel. I’d go anywhere for you.”
I threaded her fingers through mine. “This is only in the interim, for as long as Dad needs you. I can’t tell you what a relief it is to know you’re watching over him. It’s the only reason I’m able to part with you.”
“You know it’s my pleasure.”
As I looked down at her dainty fingers in mine, I thought about how precious life is.
“What’s on your mind?” she asked.
“The more I think about your surgery, the more grateful I am for your decision. I wouldn’t want to live in a world without you. I know either one of us could die tomorrow, but I can’t imagine finding out you were sick. Or God forbid, if things were different and I’d found out the truth about what my mother did too late—after something happened to you.” I took her hand and kissed it. “I would’ve died. It would’ve killed me.”