Page 23 of Something Beyond Fame

It’s all giving and taking. Her fingers locked with mine, to pin my hands above my head, control taken, her hips rolled against me, finding that pace that’s too much but yet not enough, a perfect balance. All while I gave into my every feelings.

“You look so good pinned like that. Giving in as I take you. You take me, too. It's a flow and an ebb. Hips roll and I give—or is it take? They both flow together on a lazy morning just like our bodies into each other.”

It was heavenly. Time didn’t matter. As she let go of my wrists, we rolled over to find me on top, riding her, claiming back some of the control, the rhythm, the grind. But then her hands dropped to my hips guiding me, directing me. Sharing the give and take.

“I want that. I want those hours with you,” she moaned.

Thrusting her hips up to me as she pulled me down, I felt so sexy. The way my body bounced and shook on top of her. Her hand had to pull me down so she could lean up and give me a kiss. So many kisses.

“I want those hours, too, where nothing else matters except me and you,” she whispered against my lips.

My hair fell across her face as I leaned down, my fingers cupping, holding her so softly. She was the most important thing in my universe. Our lips met, kisses that blended with moans and gasps, because we didn’t stop giving and taking. We just gave and took more until I didn’t know where she ended and I began.

Her hands cupped mine, too, stroking softly as she thrust up, hard, feeling that long, deep grind of our hips together. I was hardly aware of where I was anymore, just lost in her. I didn't care. All I wanted was more of her. To give her more. To take more. I drove my tongue into her mouth to dance with hers as we continued to give and take.

“I want all of you.” I moved lower and turned and she followed effortlessly, not even a pause, until I was beneath her again. Only this time, our bodies pressed together perfectly, skin on skin, heat against heat. She could feel every tremble and moan that vibrated against her lips, our hips moving slow and deep. Because I had to feel it all. All of her.

She set a rhythm meant to give me all. “I need to feel all of you, too.”

The way our skin felt against each other. It was just so hot. Our lips, the sounds. It was almost too much. I’d lose myself totally if not for her lips to steady me. They helped allow me to lose myself in her instead. Fuck, I wanted her so fucking bad, and every slow deep roll of my hips showed her. That I needed all of her.

How much could I give her in that moment? My fingers loosely locked in her hair, my other hand finding her hand to hold onto so I could fall with her. My head tipped back, I let out a longer deeper moan, but her kisses didn’t stop—peppering my chin, neck, and throat until we found each other again. My legs spread and closed around her. Embracing her tight against me, she gave my hand a squeeze, holding onto me as her mouth found mine and took my moans.

“I want to give you everything. I want you to give me everything,” she said huskily.

I held on, my grip tight. I gave into the shudders, letting them overwhelm my entire body. I shook beneath her as I whimpered, “It’s you. All you.” My orgasm, held off for so long, now demanded relief. My heart thundered in my chest as my lips whispered against hers. Everything I’d held back, I let go. I wrapped her up in my arms. My kisses lingered, but my moans took over. My orgasm was long. It came from deep in me, made me feel on fire. I could barely take it. Fuck, but I gave it to her. Over and over. Letting her feel just how much she made me feel for her.

She was right behind me. Her body tensed up, and then I felt that warm wetness flood my sex. A moan and then a groan followed as she held on to me tight. I felt every shake she made for me. We held tight against each other as we climaxed for each other.

It was such a primal need, a basic instinct, but I craved it. Craved to feel her orgasm. The claim she took over my body, it was incredibly intimate, but I wanted to share every intimacy with her, soaring high as if nothing else would ever matter other than her.

11

Love can make you do and feel crazy things. Before, I’d traipse around the ship, but now I felt as if I floated. Claudia had a lot more free time with the deal pushing through, so I monopolised it, but there were moments she went into hotshot businesswoman mode and I had to fill the spaces with time to myself. I booked us some tickets for Paris. I felt like Paris was the place to be when you were high on love.

I wondered if my public announcement of love would annoy my fans, but if anything, they seemed more eager to hunt me down and have a taste of my love story. “Raven, Raven! Who is Claudia? Can we meet her? Are you going to write new songs about her?”

I was a pro and battered away their questions with a smile and a knowing wink which only made them ask for more.

Urduja found the whole situation immensely entertaining and liked to tell different people different stories to see which gossip would spread faster.

“Oh. She is a Russian billionaire who lives on the ship. Claudia? Yeah, I know her, she is an engineer, and never comes up from the lower decks. Raven’s girl? She hates being on the sea, so she takes private jets to meet Raven at each port. I know it must be real love.”

It meant that within a few days, a very odd picture of some billionaire businesswoman who was also a model with a hidden private jet became the sole focus of the Raven Ramsey fan club.

“Urduja, you have to stop.” I laughed, after Fernanda, the cruise director approached me looking sheepish and talking in riddles about how I was a highly valued member of the team.

“She is an ass. She only said that in case you become the owner of the ship.” My eyes widened, and she stretched out on my bed giggling as she stole my secret chocolate from my top drawer.

“Does she think that’s a possibility?!” I asked in shock.

She shrugged nonchalantly. “No idea. I forgot what I said and to whom, but something has her spooked. I thought you were going to get a dressing down after the whole, ‘I love you Claudiahhh’ on the stage thing. If anything, I have done you a favor.”

I rolled my eyes and tossed a pillow at her. “Oh yeah, a real favor. And stop eating all my chocolate.”

I decided to take a walk. I knew Claudia had a big meeting going on in one of the conference rooms on deck ten, so I made my way up there in the hope I might catch her afterward for a drink and to make some plans for the evening.

I propped up the bar, and I didn't have to wait long to see the exodus from the conference room, except there were way more people than I was expecting, and the air seemed tense. I caught Sue’s eye, and though she gave me her warm sunny smile from across the way, it didn't quite reach her eyes as she hurried off in the other direction.

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