"What's wrong?" she asks, sounding worried for reasons unbeknownst to me.
"I have to get you out of these," I say more to myself than her as I start pushing down those tormenting things, refusing to look before I've got her naked.
I toss them to the far corner of the room, and then I quickly discard her shirt, sending it to the same spot.
As I stare down at the thin threads of her underwear, I see everything I've been fantasizing about, but it's so much better. That small peek I took doesn't compare to having the whole canvas spread out in front of me. If I was a weaker man, I'd cry right now.
"Raya, if you don't want this, tell me now," I murmur while leaning down to taste her, pressing a kiss to her flat, smooth stomach.
Please don't say no. Please don't say no.
I drag my lips gingerly against her skin, finding that sexy place between her navel and her sex. She moves beneath me, her body's reaction to my sensual touch, and I fight to keep my composure.
She hasn't answered me, so I look up, praying she hurries up and gives me permission. Her eyes meet mine, but instead of using words, she arches her hips and presses herself against my chin, making me groan inwardly.
That's permission enough for me.
I start kissing her through the thin, soft material of her panties, using all my self control to take my time, needing to savor this moment after waiting for so long. She's wet, needy, and ready for me. Good. If she had chosen Lyle, this night would have gone differently.
And I'm too pretty for prison.
I continue pressing my lips against her sex, but when she presses herself harder against me, my control wavers, and my groan escapes my grasp. I don't know how I manage to strip her panties off without ripping them, but they join the pile of forgotten clothing, and I return to her, wanting no barriers between my mouth and her body.
The first flick of my tongue is nearly her undoing, and the sounds she releases almost unman me.
"Keep doing that, and I won't be good for anything," I murmur, pressing my lips back against her and sucking while flicking my tongue at the same time, making her whimper and shiver.
I really didn't expect this to turn me on quite this much. Leave it to Raya to change the way I feel about everything.
Using the bar in my tongue like the tool she wants it to be, I push her closer, loving the way she grabs my hair and tugs it none too gently. It makes me want to be buried deep inside her, but first I want her to fall off the edge this way.
I smile when her hips start to buck, and I forcefully pin her down, making her endure everything I have to offer.
Then it happens. The cry she releases and the way she shudders in my hands makes me almost combust. And I let her ride out the wave until she's done. Each kiss I place on her on my way back up provokes a small shiver, and I can't help but smile.
Her eyes stay closed and she remains motionless as I push her bra off. It starts to worry me when she doesn't even make an attempt to touch me. She's either depleted or she just thought too much about what we're doing.
"Raya?" I say, laughing nervously when she remains unresponsive.
Her fucking tits would have to be perfect, too. Figures.
I pull a nipple into my mouth, unable to deny myself that while I have her splayed out in front of me.
"Raya, you with me?" I ask, flicking my tongue and trying to drive her crazy, needing her to touch me.
She whimpers, but she still doesn't touch me. More dread fills me, so I start kissing my way up to her neck. I almost sigh in relief when she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me to her.
But she just holds me. She still doesn't make a move to do more, nor does she give me indication that she wants to move forward with this. I pray I don't end up in another cold shower, but I don't want to make her do anything she's not ready for.
"We can stop if you're not ready," I say softly before pressing my lips to hers, needing to taste more of her.
Her eyes open at last, and she meets my gaze. "I don't want to stop," she whispers against my lips, making me smile as I kiss her harder.
She starts trying to pull my shirt off, and I quickly oblige, pulling it over my head and tossing it away. Then I return to the kiss that turns heavy, desperate, and carnal, leaving me with a heady rush. My tongue becomes her favorite thing as she draws it in, begging it to play.
She starts to mess with my pants, trying to get them undone, and I hurry to help her before she gets shy on me. I bite her bottom lip as I push my pants open.
"Christ," I say in a reverent breath when her hand slips down and grabs my aching cock, taking a firm hold as she tugs me.