“I’ve wanted this too, Raiden. So much.”
He kisses down my stomach until he reaches my belly button, fingers sliding up my inner thigh. His mouth and hand meet me in synchronicity, pulling my panties down as he slides his tongue against my dripping slit. My body quivers. “And I was right, Mimi.” He kisses me down there again, sliding his tongue in and out of me. “You do taste delicious.”
His finger saws in and out of my wetness as he gives my nub an aggressive suck. His hair is silk within my grasp, pulling him closer into me. I spread wider for him, allowing further access to my womanhood. It doesn’t take long before my insides quake, an uncontrollable vibration aching for release. My hips buck upward and I explode.
“I’m coming, Raiden,” I whisper, my voice possessing both strength and weakness. “Oh my God.”
Raiden doesn’t let up. Instead, he bares down and feasts on me until every last drop of my desire drips into his hungry, eager mouth. It leaves me breathless, but no rest follows. Raiden slides off of me, and appears almost instantly with a condom in his hand. His hooded eyes search mine. I nod, reassuring him that there’s nothing I want more.
He slides it on seamlessly and rubs himself against my tender opening. I take a deep breath, knowing that it may take a moment to fit him in. His mouth finds mine, filling me with my own fragrant taste.
“Relax,” he says, sensing my hesitation. “I’ll be gentle.” He presses his forehead against mine, a smile in his voice. “For now.” I giggle, nervously. But it doesn’t last long.
His tip slides in with ease, a perfect puzzle piece. He looks at my breasts, sliding down toward my armpits. A wave of nerves rush over me, but Raiden plants a kiss against each nipple. My wetness pulls him further inside of me, stretching me out as I milk his cock.
Finally, something breaks and he’s in. Deep. So deep. Deeper than anyone’s ever been. My breath, sharp and staccato, catches in my throat as we find our rhythm. He looks into my eyes between passionate kisses. He sees me as a goddess, something I’m not used to. Maybe that’s what makes me say, “I want to be on top.”
Raiden’s eyes widen with delight. Without a word, he rolls over and I climb on top of him. He’s the kind of man who can take me, big and burly. I hoist my leg over him. It takes a moment, but soon I find my own groove. His hands explore me, my chest, my stomach, and I let him. His fingers leave traces of tingles in their wake.
My swollen nub mashes into his coarse pubic hair. I can’t believe it’s happening again so soon. My hands press against his muscular chest and I swirl my hips, Raiden buried deep inside. “Oh god,” I say and Raiden knows what’s happening.
“Come for me, Mimi.” He brushes my damp hair away from my face. “I’m going to come with you.” His eyes blur in and out, he squints and thrusts his hips upward, taking a long inhale. And it’s game on.
My hips grind hard and fast as his length taps my spot. Black spots appear before my eyes, My fingernails rake into Raiden’s hairy chest, his hands covering mine. “I’m coming, Mimi. I’m coming for you.”
I finish seconds before he does, allowing me to lean down and press myself up against him as I ride him to completion. Our chests make funny noises, but I don’t care. With Raiden still buried deep inside of me, I plant a trail of kisses up and down his damp neck, my own breath hot and sticky.
It suddenly occurs to me that I’m naked. Buck naked. Stretch marks and cellulite to the world—or worse, Raiden Bringer—naked. But it’s short lived.
His hands find my ass, and give it a squeeze. “You’re smart, drop dead gorgeous, and amazing in bed?” He plants a kiss on the top of my head. “How did I get so lucky?”
That’s exactly what I was thinking, Raiden. You took the words right out of my mouth.
9
Mimi
I wake up to the smell of eggs frying, and have to remind myself where I am. With the plush sheets wrapped around me, I sit up and rub my eyes. The morning sun trickles in through the window, blocked by the hundred year old trees that line Raiden’s picturesque street. I’ve always loved this neighborhood; I can hardly believe I’m waking up in it.
I find my clothes and wiggle back into them, stopping in the bathroom to rinse out my mouth. Down in the kitchen, Raiden stands with his back to me, wrapped in his robe. He must hear my footsteps, because he calls over his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I can do eggs without burning them.”
“Promise?” I tease, a yawn escaping my mouth.
“There’s coffee on the counter.” He cocks his head, his hair a perfect sexy mess. I hold back a smile thinking of last night. That this man not only fucked me good and hard, multiple times, but now he’s making me breakfast. Me?
The steaming mug feels good between my fingers. Unlike most New Yorkers, Raiden has central air. I cozy up to the counter as he places a plate of eggs in front of me. “Voila!” He teases.
“Hey,” I bring my nose to the plate. “These actually look good.”
“Told you,” he smiles at me. His five o’clock shadow already forming across his impossibly strong jaw. “Dig in.”
No one has to tell me twice. I grab my fork and sop some of the eggs onto my toast, pure heaven! Raiden washes the pan, leaving me time to nearly finish my plate. “Did you already eat?” My manners aren’t top notch right now. I have to cover my mouth with the back of my hand.
Raiden hesitates, shoulders stiffening. He turns the water off and leans against the counter to face me. “I have a brunch thing I have to go to.”
“On a Monday?”
“I’ve had it on the calendar for weeks. I’d hate to cancel last minute.” The disappointment on my face must be palpable. “But you can stay here as long as you want.”