2
RAVEN
He is behind the wheel,driving.
What a difference two hours make. He leans back in his seat, a secret smile creasing his lips, his fist locked on the wheel, his fingers going through his hair.
He looks so put together as if we hadn’t rolled between the sheets before taking a quick shower together, putting our clothes on, and exiting his apartment with some urgency in our stride.
The moments spent together after we fucked put us in a better mood. As expected, we move away from serious topics and push our feelings back.
It’s all about sex again and what lies ahead of us.
“Things all right?” he drawls, and it’s like moving his tongue over my clit.
I clench my thighs, relishing the tingles, and it quickly registers with him, his gaze going down before sliding to my face.
A lopsided grin tugs at his lips.
I look away, hiding my grin.
“Do you really think this was a good idea?” I ask, amused, looking out the window.
“Uh-huh.”
He slides his hand to my legs, and I swivel my head to him. He stays focused on the road while moving his hand between my legs, slowly riding my skirt up.
The bottom of my dress is short, and him dragging it up only makes it look like a band of fabric around my hips.
I let him play with my pussy, his fingers stroking my clit through my pink panties. I glance away again so he can’t see my guilty grin. And when I turn my focus back to him, and his eyes lock on mine, I feel a fire in my chest.
I don’t know how long he was there, waiting for me to look at him. He’s probably glanced at me several times while keeping his attention on the road.
Now, he does it again, removing his hand from between my legs and adjusting his hard-on.
“It was a great idea,” he reiterates, brushing his hand over his fly. “We would’ve killed each other otherwise.”
His smile makes me grin.
“And you couldn’t have had that…” I joke.
“Exactly,” he says, shooting me a slanted glance.
“You needed it, too.”
“Mm-hmm.”
Grinning, I look away again.
A few moments of silence pass.
“They’ve bought you gifts…” he says, prompting me to flick my eyes to him.
“You’ve finally noticed it,” I murmur. “Is that why you’ve ruined my red dress?”
He clicks his tongue, avoiding my eyes.
“No. I didn’t know about your dress.”