4
RAVEN
That thought stays with me,like an oddity of sorts, but I have a hard time believing that it’s true.
He hasn’t seen Kai, especially today. Although something tells me not to dismiss his words entirely.
“He will make you his… I have no doubt,” he says, pulling the neckline to the sides and cupping my bare breasts.
I find it ironic, not to say unlikely, considering the circumstances.
And that is about the last logical thought I have before my brain refuses any other analytical ideation focusing entirely on what my body feels.
Flames lick at my skin, and my fingers dig into his thighs when it crosses my mind… Despite the illicit ban on analytical thoughts… Alejandro has gotten a lot of time with me.
More than Francisco. And more than Kai even. And part of it was because of him. And part of it was because of me.
Somehow, he’s seized every opportunity, making me think he is serious about Kai and his plans.
But right now, I am his. Enslaved to his touch and hot for his body. He truly knows how to take me, or I wouldn’t rub my butt against his dick and breathe hot breaths toward the ocean.
“That’s what I’m talking about, cariño…”
He’d lift my skirt and slide his dick between my legs if he could. We are not far from doing that, although I’m sure we won’t do it.
We like the teasing, the forbidden, the impossibility of this happening. We like that we can’t be bound to each other while stealing moments like this.
His hands move lower and lower, past my waist and down my hips and on my legs again, and when they move around my thighs and start moving up, I start to shake.
His fingers trail the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, moving closer and closer until touching my hemline.
“Shh…. baby…Not a sound. I need you to stay quiet.”
I stiffen while he slides them up and up. My center drips and drips, my panties getting wet. His fingers already gripping the inside of my thighs, right below my entrance.
I shudder against his chest.
“Don’t do anything… Just let me do it. Especially don’t make the slightest noise. I don’t mind the audience. But I don’t like this audience. So let's make this our secret…”
I lean back into him while he has me in his arms, my skirt lifted at the front, his fingers already on my panties.
He rubs my clit through the silky fabric before easily slinking his fingers inside my underwear.
I push out a quiet gasp.
“Shh…” he says again, and I bit my lip to keep quiet.
I pulse softly. He moves his touch over my folds, parts them, and strokes my clit.
My center clenches as he does that.
“You want me inside of you…?” he says, satisfied with how close I am. “What if I’m playing with your pussy a little more?”
I barely unclench my jaw to speak.
“Chances are someone will walk onto the deck, and then all of this will disappear. And I’ll be pissed.”
His chest rocks with silent laughter.