Page 44 of Pose for Me

Rayne stirs slightly in her sleep, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her hips shift, grinding back against me, and I have to bite back a groan. My cock twitches inside her, hardening further. She settles again, but the damage is done. The embers of desire that had banked low now flare to life once more.

I nuzzle into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. My lips brush against her pulse point, feeling the steady thrum of her heartbeat. Slowly, carefully, I begin to move. Just the slightest roll of my hips, barely perceptible.

Rayne's breathing changes, becoming slightly quicker, though she doesn't wake. I continue my gentle movements, relishing the gradual build of pleasure. Her body responds even in sleep, growing wetter around me.

I trail open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat, tasting the salt of dried sweat on her skin. My teeth graze the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, and I have to fight the urge to bite down, to mark her as mine. Instead, I soothe the skin with my tongue, drawing another sleepy sound of pleasure from her parted lips.

I lose track of time as I lazily fuck into her, my strokes long and unhurried. There's no urgency now, just the languid exploration of her body. My hands roam freely, gently cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples to stiff peaks. My hand drifts lower, splaying possessively across her lower abdomen. I imagine I can feel myself inside her, the hard length of my cock moving slowly within her depths.

The room is silent save for our mingled breaths and the wet sounds of our joined bodies. Rayne's skin is flushed and dewy with a fine sheen of sweat. I drink in every detail, I'm mesmerized by the flutter of her eyelashes, the occasional twitch of her brow.

I wonder if she's dreaming. If somewhere in her subconscious, she can feel me inside her, moving with exquisite slowness. Perhaps in her mind, River is here too. The three of us tangled together, a perfect union of flesh and desire. My cock throbs at the thought, imagining River's strong hands gripping Rayne's hips as I thrust into her mouth. Or maybe she dreams of being suspended between us, River's cock in her pussy while I take her ass. The possibilities are endless and intoxicating.

A soft whimper escapes Rayne's parted lips. Her hips push back against me instinctively, taking me deeper. I have to bite back a groan, not wanting to wake her just yet. I want to prolong this moment, to exist in this space between sleeping and waking where pleasure blurs the lines of reality.

My thrusts remain achingly slow, savoring every clench and flutter of her silken walls around me. I'm in no rush to find release. This isn't about chasing an orgasm, but about connection. About claiming her in the most primal way possible.

The sky outside begins to lighten imperceptibly, the inky black shifting to deep indigo. Dawn is still hours away, but already the world feels different. Charged with possibility. In this moment, anything seems achievable. River and I could keep Rayne forever, protected and cherished between us. We could build a life together, the three of us against the world.

I imagine a future where this is our norm–waking up with Rayne nestled between River and me, our bodies intertwined so completely it's hard to tell where one ends and another begins. No more sneaking into her apartment in the dead of night. No more pretending we don't want her with every fiber of our beings.

Just the three of us, together. Always.

The thought makes my chest tighten with an emotion I'm not quite ready to name. I bury my face in Rayne's hair, inhaling deeply.

Rayne shifts again in her sleep, pressing back against me more insistently. Her breathing quickens, little gasps and moans spilling from her lips. I wonder what she sees behind her closed eyelids. Does she picture River and me worshipping every inch of her body? Or perhaps she imagines us restraining her, teasing her to the brink of madness before allowing her release.

My own breathing grows ragged as I picture it. Rayne spread out before us, wrists and ankles secured to the bedposts. River's talented mouth between her thighs while I swallow her cries. My cock aches, throbbing deep inside her still-sleeping body. I could easily come right now, but I don’t want this moment to end. Her tight pussy clenching around me is like a drug, and I’m a willing addict.

Rayne stirs slightly, her body tensing as she begins to wake. I slow my movements even further, barely rocking into her now. Her eyelashes flutter against her cheeks as consciousness slowly returns.

"Knox?" she murmurs sleepily, her voice thick and husky.

"Shh," I soothe, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "I'm here, baby girl."

She hums contentedly, pushing back against me. A soft gasp escapes her as she realizes I'm still buried deep inside her.

"Oh," she breathes, clenching around me.

I groan low in my throat, my hips jerking involuntarily. "Fuck, Rayne."

She turns her head, seeking my lips. I oblige, capturing her mouth in a deep, languid kiss. My tongue sweeps inside, tasting her, claiming her. She moans into the kiss, her body undulating against mine.

When we finally break apart, both panting slightly, her eyes are hooded and dark with renewed desire. But I can see she is still hovering somewhere between sleep and awake, not quite ready to wake completely.

"How long have you been...?" she trails off, gasping softly as I give a particularly deep thrust.

"A while," I admit, nipping at her earlobe. "Couldn't help myself. You feel too good."

She shivers slightly, pressing back more insistently. "Don't stop," she rasps.

I have no intention of stopping. Now that she's partially awake, I increase my pace slightly. Still unhurried, but with more purpose now. I slide one hand down her body to where we're joined, my fingers finding her clit. She moans deeply at the touch, her pussy clenching around me.

"That's it, sweetheart," I encourage, rubbing slow circles. "Let me hear you."

Rayne grows louder, more desperate as I work her body. Her hand comes up to tangle in my hair, holding me close as I suck marks along her neck and shoulder.

"Knox," she whimpers. "Oh god, Knox..."

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