Page 45 of Raiden

He beckons me forward by lifting his hand and crooking a finger. “Come here, Ella. Want to taste that sweet pussy.”

The question is there, potent and metallic. He might be commanding, but he’s still asking permission.

He doesn’t move as I step closer, heat growing inside of me like embers coming back to life in a stiff breeze. The ash blows away, leaving me red hot and yearning.

When I’m close enough, he sets that big, rough palm on my hip and guides me onto the bed. I lose the towel, letting it fall to the ground. I mean to mount him, to take his cock deep inside of me and fill up the emptiness, but he guides me up higher, arranging me around his chest and shoulders.

He turns his face into the side of my thigh, nuzzling me hard, so I can feel the scrape of stubble on my tender skin.

He keeps me there, a few inches from his face, his breath so hot that I’m going to unravel before I even get there.

I’m electric with want, buzzing with the currents of mad desire. “You want me to sit on your face?”

“I do.” His voice is so low and raspy it only feeds the fire, spreading it from my belly straight down to between my legs. “If that’s what you’d like.”

A few minutes ago I was an icy wreck, but now there’s only the spread of delicious, healing warmth. There’s this man whoI’ve needed my whole life and didn’t know it. I needed his teeth and his hands, his tongue, his mouth, his cock, his rough and delicious touch. I want him burned into me like a brand to keep me here with him, to keep me from going back there, into the black pit inside of me that sometimes seems so huge, it could swallow the whole of me and then take the rest of the world with it.

In response I arch forward, positioning myself right over his face.

I’m over thirty years old and I have never done this.

I feel my face flame hot with the lewdness of it and I quickly look up at the wall so Raiden can’t see.

He caresses my slit and then opens me, lifts his head, and takes as much of me in his mouth as he can. He kisses me wetly, his mouth so good that my hands slap against the wall, my head falls back, and I let out a mewling wail.

Fuck being mortified over this.

Raiden’s not. He’s into this in the best way, eating me like I’m his favorite dessert and he’s going to be far from satisfied with just one serving.

I clutch at the wall, smacking my palms against it again and again while my hips buck, riding Raiden’s face. I can direct his mouth where I want it that way. I pretty much want it everywhere and anywhere, so it’s perfect. Having him like this beneath me is hotter than when he was bowed before me, all his power harnessed beneath me like I’m his queen.

He’s not gentle about the way he devours me. He cants his face to the side, the tip of his nose grazing my slit erotically and then he parts me with long strokes of his tongue. He sucks myclit brutally, not letting up at all as he inserts three fingers inside of me. My walls clench around him immediately. I make a noise that sounds like an injured animal as he scissors them apart, stretching me and then thrusting them slowly while he sucks my clit.

My legs start shaking and the black comes back, but this time, it’s the black of impending pleasure, a climax so strong it will shake me down to my foundation.

“Come if you want.” His fingers echo his words, working me twice as hard while he lashes my clit with his tongue.

I do want to, but even if I didn’t, I’d be helpless to stop it. Raiden commands my body, wrenching my orgasm from me in the next few strokes of his fingers.

I bite down on my bottom lip so I don’t scream. Letting that loose here where people might hear isn’t something I’m willing to do. I want our pleasure to be for Raiden and myself and no one else.

The pleasure pounds through me, pummeling me until I’m too sensitive for more.

I back off carefully and straddle Raiden, soaking his abs and waist when I wriggle lower.

I trace his lips, wet from me coming. I slide my thumb along his bottom lip. He bites down on me, drawing a sharp inhale.

“Come here,” he whispers. “Taste how sweet you are.”

I kiss him, but he’s the one who takes the lead. His tongue glides inside my mouth, feeding me that sharp, delicious discovery of my own juices. I moan as he fists his hand in myhair and angles my face so he can kiss me deeper. He’s not rough. He’s surprisingly gentle and intimate. He kisses me like this means something, like he’s found something precious that he almost lost and it scared him as badly as I was scared.

I saw the fear on him, but I thought it was solely for his sister and his club. I thought he was just doing his duty by bringing me back here.

Did I truly think that?

I don’t know. It’s safer if I do.

He’s right there on the threshold of my heart, hand raised, uncertain if he wants to knock or not, as unsure what would happen if I opened that door to him as I am.

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