Page 29 of Raspberry Cake
“I’m only returning the favour kitten,” he husked with a kiss to her forehead. “I’ve never had a woman make me feel as comfortable and confident in my own skin like you have.”
“You need to stop talking before you make me cry more.”
“Maybe I should spank you to get your mind straight,” he chuckled.
“Please do,” she blurted before she could stop herself. Face on fire, she clapped her hands over her mouth.
“So needy,” he teased, unable to contain his smile. Then the belt met her clit again and a moan poured around her hands. “You sound wondrous, gorgeous Eveline.” Another slap, and he groaned at her response. “Undress me and get that condom on before I fuck you raw.”
She scrambled to obey, his cock jumping out at her the moment she tugged his underwear down. Unwrapping the condom, she rolled the protection over Renley’s shaft, taking the opportunity to give him a few slow strokes.
“What’s our safe word, kitten?”
“Raspberry.”
“Good girl. Lay down.”
She reached behind herself, pulling a pillow close before falling onto it. Renley finished undressing, hooking her leg around his hip as he aligned himself with her entrance. Bracing himself with an arm beside her head, his lips found hers in a slow, languid kiss. He pushed into her, one of her hands curling into his hair, the other wrapping around his hip.
He feltgood.His body on hers was like a weighted blanket, each heave of his chest bringing them closer together. His strong hand held her thigh, thumb gently stroking the skin.
“I’m going to fuck you now, kitten.”
“Please do.”
The words had barely left her lips when he thrust into her, fucking her right into the mattress. “You feel so good,” he groaned, his head falling to her shoulders.
He took her rough, the sound of his hips slapping against her only intensifying her own lust. She arched into the touch, switching the angle. Her body was on fire, her skin prickling as she let him use her as he pleased. He panted, lips sucking and teeth nipping along her neck, moans vibrating the tender skin.
“You’re taking me so well,” he praised, drawing a whimper from her mouth. “I’m so close, kitten.”
He pressed her leg back until her thigh almost touched her chest, chasing the new angle that had Eveline crying out in pleasure. He thrust into her, hard and relentless until his cock swelled, pulsing his release, hot even through the condom.
Kissing his neck and dancing her fingers down his spine, she hummed, “Thank you.”
He chuckled, kissing the cleft of her ear. “You think I’m done?” He dropped to his knees, hooking his hands around her legs and tugging until she perched on the edge of the bed. “You don’t think I’ll use you and then don’t let you come yourself, do you?” He kissed her clit and made her body twitch. “I’m not a selfish man. Your orgasms bring me as much pleasure as my own.”
She didn’t get a chance to respond. He licked over her clit, his fingers knuckle-deep inside her pussy before she could get out a word. He sucked and kissed, rolling his tongue and curling his fingers. Using his curls like reins, she trapped him in place, already so close to the edge that she felt ready to combust. Thrashing against her pillow, she let him drag her to her climax. He fucked with a steady rhythm, knowing exactly what she needed: constant pressure with his tongue, expert curls from his fingers.
Then she burst, her body stiffening. Instantly sensitive, she scrabbled at his shoulders—but he didn’t move. A chuckle vibrated her oversensitive clit as he tortured her through the orgasm. She shivered, the release surging through her body.
“So beautiful,” he hummed, placing open-mouthed kisses across her hips. “Fucking intoxicating.” She let out a breathless laugh and tried to sit up, only to have him guide her back down to the mattress. “Hell no—you’re not moving a damn muscle.”Then he was on his feet, sweeping her into his arms. “You have the choice between cuddles or a shower.”
“Cuddles.”
“As you wish.” Though despite that, he carried her to the bathroom and sat her on the counter. “Washcloths?” he prompted.
“Linen closet.”
Retrieving a couple, he ran one under hot water before cleaning her up with soft passes of the cloth. “Why the pocket doors all over the house? Does it make things easier for you?”
“Mmhmm,” she agreed, high off his touch and barely registering his words.
“Never thought about that.”
“Why would you?”
He shrugged, carrying her back to the bed and laying her in his arms. He positioned her leg over his thighs, her head on his chest. As if remembering her request for more pressure, the heel of his hand kneaded her thigh, his heart thumping a steady rhythm against her ear.
