“Why?”
“Because you are my Rae.” I shrug. As if she should understand what I mean. She furrows her brow, clearly confused. Separating our hands, I cup her cheek. “Because, dear Rae, you are myrayof sunshine.”
Abruptly, she stands, and I’m at a loss for why, until she pulls the dress over her head. Her knickers and bra are next, leaving her completely bare in front of me.
“No distractions?” she purrs.
I’m immobilized, staring at every square inch of her.
“None,” I promise, swallowing. I lay her back, marveling at how beautiful she looks spread out on my bed, but the look of hunger I see in her eyes has me jumping to action.
My clothes are discarded, and I hover over her, wanting to take my time with her.
“Please,” she begs, and I waste no time lining my cock up with her core.
In one abrupt move, I push into her. A groan escapes.
Gazes locked, I give her a second to adjust, and once she exhales a small breath, I then slide in the rest of the way.
Her muscles clamp around me.
She’s so tight.
So wet.
Too perfect.
I push in at a steady pace, and she meets my thrusts every time. We’re creating a symphony with our bodies.
“Raven,” I groan, thrusting harder. Deeper.
Her fingers dig into my arms, and it only undoes me. I’m a possessed man, slamming my cock so deep inside her, I don’t know where I end and she begins.
I slam into her without mercy, and she continues to beg for more. I know it won’t be long.
A primal moan escapes her lips as she tips over the edge.
Something like a growl bursts through my chest as she contracts around me. Thrusting a few more times, I pour into her, coming harder than I ever have before.
Afterward, we lie side by side, and I turn to face her.
She smiles up at me and yawns. “Sleep. We have all the time in the world.”
* * *
Days have passed,and things are now different between Raven and I. We have unlocked something precious, but we aren’t naming it. Aren’t calling it out. Not standing on ceremony, needing to claim a relationship status.
A hollow feeling weighs in my gut.
Wasn’t that what you wanted?
Yes. That’s what I wanted. To not put labels on things.
But clear definitions can be nice.
Despite that need for labels niggling through my mind, I try to keep focused on work.
We have accomplished a lot.