Page 105 of Invisible String
She moans, and I swallow them. “I missed those sexy moans.”
Rainey’s soft hands wrap around my neck, desperately pulling me in as if she can’t get enough. Her legs are around my waist, and she squeezes. I know she’s just as aroused as I am. She wants to feel in control right now; she doesn’t want to voice how much she wants us. I can feel it. I’ll give her that control she so desperately needs.
Our tongues thrash, tangled into the passionate fire blazing through us as I suck on it. My hands rub circles on her feverishly, moving closer until there is no space between our bodies, only the heat radiating off of it. My face stings and my torso achesfrom taking so many hits, but I ignore all of it. Having Rainey in my space is soothing. She mends every part of me and aids my reason why I do what I do.
I vowed to protect her.
I moan when we part, panting for air. She’s such a beautiful woman; I can’t stop voicing it. Rainey’s lips are red and swollen. Since I can’t help myself, I drop a kiss on her chin. My love language will always be touching. I can’t keep my hands and lips to myself regardingmywoman. My body erupts in goosebumps as Rainey’s hands roam every inch of my chest.
“I like it when you kiss me.”
Her admission has my heart soaring—not that I didn’t know, but hearing is another. The lust and longing in her glassy eyes tell me as well.
With a caress from my thumb brushing under her chin, I bring her lips close to mine. “I love kissing you.” And our mouths get busy once again. My hands slip under her tank top that has been driving me wild. Her breasts spill from the top, and it’s nothing but sexy. I kiss her deeply, drawing on her tongue and lips, and Rainey reciprocates in kind. She arches to the brush of my thumb over the material of her laced bra on her hardened nipples. Our tongues dance in a fire of pleasure and need. Damn, she makes it hard to control myself when she’s rubbing repeatedly on my growing erection, especially when it trickles. She wants me just as bad as I want her, but she’s not ready for sex. The last thing I want is for her to take a step back. For a heated moment, she’ll regret, and mostly, I want to have her on a bed making love, not on a prepping table. And not with my face fucked up.
She pulls back, panting, her head tilting back. She smells so damn good, like a sweet ocean breeze. My nose grazes the slope of her neck, leaving trails of kisses. “Can I take this off?” I pull on her white tank top.
“Yes,” she hums, clawing at my shoulder while still dry-humping me. Desperately, I slip it off. “Touch me.”
My breathing quickens. I bite my lip in pure ecstasy as she unclips her bra. Her full, heavy breasts are too perfect, just like everything about her. “Gladly, sunshine, how could I not? You’re a stunning woman.” I’m an insect caught in her web, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The tip of my tongue brushes her peaked nipples, then I take them in my mouth. The tightness in my shorts is unbearable. Giving the other one the attention, I tug on and nip at it. Rainey bucks hard against my erection. I groan. This woman is going to kill me. Electricity shocks every nerve in my body. Sparks fly in every direction. Licking the valley of her breasts, painting pictures with my tongue, I descend until I reach the button of her jeans.
She leans back, her spine creating a graceful curve, while her chest rises prominently, her pointed breasts almost defying gravity. A cascade of hair spills over her shoulders, her chin in the air, as I carefully maneuver the button and zipper of her jeans, my fingers working with deliberate gentleness. She lifts her hips slightly, allowing me to slide the fabric down her legs, finally freeing her and leaving her bare before me. I rake my fingers through my hair, feeling the strands slip between them.
“Fuck.”
She snaps her head in my direction and sits up, her cheeks turning pink.
“You’re a dream.”
“Max, I…we—” Her words get tongue-tied.
I understand what she’s saying and what she needs. “I know, baby. We’re not having sex. That will be when you’re ready.” I grin at her to ease her worries, even though my face hurts, stretching it. And that will be when I make her beg for release forgiving me blue balls in the office. “Right now…” I spread her legs, revealing the silk between her legs.
“W-what are you doing?” She eyes me as my tongue trails up her inner thigh, and my finger circles in her.
“Pleasuring you. Worshipping you. Giving you what you need.” I notice a silver mixing bowl of icing, and an idea whips up in my head. Dipping my middle finger and ring finger into it, I suck the icing and then dip it back in. I then smear it between her thighs. She watches my every move, lust in her eyes, and curiosity. Her fingers run to the threads of my hair when my tongue laps the trace of icing. As my tongue skillfully finds all her favorite spots, I recall precisely how she likes and wants it.
“Max,” she hums as her hips thrust upward.
“Mmm, I missed your moans,tesoro. I dreamed of them.” I’ve wondered if I would ever have her this way again in my life. “So wet.” I lift her ass to get better access, tasting her arousal—nipping and sucking, driving her wild. Knowing Rainey’s body has been the highlight of my life. Her brown eyes flicker with a desire that sets the world on fire as she watches me hungrily eat her like a meal I was deprived of.
She bites down on her swollen, crimson lips, which only fuels my desire to hear her cry out my name as she reaches the peak of ecstasy with me. Rainey moves with increasing intensity, driven by her need for release, as my tongue dances with fervent passion and skillfully and eagerly explores her. “Let me hear it,” I whisper, urging her on.
“Max,” she purrs, breathing heavily. Her hot wetness spills on my lips.
Licking my lips, the taste of her seeps in. “So tell me.” I peck a kiss on her mouth. “Was I better than… What was his name, Freaky Fred or Big Daddy?” I raise both brows at her. My lips curve into a smile. At first, I was raging with jealousy. I mean, Istill am, but the names she said made me laugh later on. When I was somewhat clear-headed, rage subdued.
She grins, taking her bra and tank top from me. “Much better. You have skills, honey. It’s been a long time. I…I missed how you felt, how you made…” Her last words were soft as a whisper. She shakes her head.
I assume she was trying to say how I made her feel before she caught herself. The words slip out before I can stop them. “How many men?” I ask, grinding my teeth. I know I have no business asking; at least not yet. But if things go further, I need to know. One thing I don’t lack confidence in is pleasing Rainey. I help her snap her bra back into place, then her tank top.
“None,” she whispers, looking at anything but me.
My breath comes to a halt for a short second. None? How is that even possible? She is exquisite. A beautiful woman, smart, funny, and a pain in the ass. I figured she’d say one or two. From the floor, I grab her jeans.
“None?” I repeat. I tilt my head, staring at her. “You and Andrew?”
