He rewards me again with kisses that trace the path of pain and gentle biting.
By now, he is propped on his elbow while I’m quiet as a mouse.
He sets the lit candle on the nightstand and comes closer, his body touching mine, his erection pressed into my skin.
He is warm and throbbing against my hip when he runs his hand over my back, peeling away the tiny maps of hardened wax.
He sweeps it off me and slides his hand between my legs again while I keep them closed and remain silent.
“Raven…” he says quietly, his voice hoarse, telling me how hard he is and patient he is.
How entertained he is.
I look the other way before closing my eyes and focusing on his hand. He opens his hand between my legs, his palm against my entrance, his thumb caressing my butt cheeks.
Slight shudders fall through me.
“Baby…” he calls me again before kissing my shoulder, nuzzling the back of my hair, and grazing my skin with his teeth.
He curls two fingers and slides them into me. Eventually, he starts to fuck me with his fingers slowly.
It takes a great effort not to move. Not to show him how turned on I am. Not to let out the emotions swirling in my chest.
I stay still, enjoying the tension, the pleasure, the swift, amazing scaling up.
I push everything back to the bottom of my chest. The words, confessions, moans, and sensual whimpers.
He doesn’t give up, coming even closer, breathing in my ear, raising armies of goosebumps on my shoulders and my arms.
His mouth is so close to mine.
All I need is to shift my position, turn my head to him, and lock his lips.
I don’t move.
“You’re mad at me…” he says, and I stifle a chuckle.
He laughs quietly.
“I want you to come back to me…” he says, his grin no longer beaming in his voice.
What is he talking about?
I shift my head to look at him and tip my gaze to meet his eyes.
We’re talking about things without using words as we always do… And I feel that swirl of emotions growing like a storm, spinning around in my chest, threatening to come to my lips.
He wants me back…
Back from where?
Back from what…?
Back from whom…?
He let me loose.
Yeah… He did.