Page 117 of Invisible String
She does. Rainey has her phone standing up against the file rack on her desk, where she can see my text. Her legs are so spread, I can see every part of her. My tongue swipes over my bottom lip. Her back bows, and the tip of her breasts points right at me. In and out. She thrusts faster. She’s so wet I can see it glisten.
Max,she mouths or moans.
My name on her lips is enough for me to pull my dick out and stroke it. Rainey’s hand goes to her perfect-sized breasts as shecups them, then pinches her nipple. Her cinnamon hair sways with each crusade.
I know she is getting close when she bites her lip to contain moans. I stroke harder, picturing my mouth on her. It would always drive her crazy, and she always wanted me to thrust deep inside her. I remember everything about Rainey Collins, what she likes and doesn’t like. How her skin feels atop mine and how the tips of her pointed nipples brush my chest. Nor have I forgotten how she tightens around my shaft when I’m balls deep inside her. When she is ready to come, and I’ve taken her to the highest cliff, she bites my shoulder and digs her nails into my back until her orgasm coats me.
Rainey’s focusing on the camera, and she comes with my name on her lips, and I join her. This has been one of the hottest moments I’ve had with Rainey on camera. I love to explore anything new with her.
Once I zip my pants, Rainey changes, and I pick up the phone to call her.
“Damn, that was hot. You’re so sexy, Rainey.”
She laughs, tucking a swirl of her hair behind her eyes. She looks up at the camera bashfully. It’s been a while since I’ve been in her surveillance cameras. Now that I have her number, I call her.
“I figured I owed you a quickie for leaving you with blue balls last time.”
“Then I guess you saved yourself from begging.”
“Begging?” She tilts her head at the camera, a raised brow.
“Yeah, I was going to have you pay when I’m inside you. It would turn me on to have you beg to come when I’m thrusting so deep you get lost, so lost you’ll forget what day it is.”
“Oh, yeah. Sounds…interesting.” She smirks shyly.
My head falls, and the chair squeaks as I lean into it. “Interesting? You’ll see how interesting it will be when I have you beg,mi tesoro.”
“Can’t wait,” she muses.
We both laugh. I know there’s that part of her that wants to go the next step, and it’s not like we haven’t had sex before. However, it’s been four years, and I want her to want it—want us. Not just in the heat of the moment, and I want her to trust me. I’m not going anywhere, but will she? That’s the question I worry about. It seems life pulls us apart. It’s always someone or something. I’ll do everything in my power to keep us together, but it all leads to—you can’t make someone want to be with you or love you.
“Rainey?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I take you out to dinner tonight?” I wish I had the money years ago to treat her and buy her anything. The past was our way of connecting, being in each other’s orbit, and falling in love. And now we rekindle our love and build a future. That’s the solace that keeps my heart intact.
Rainey looks up at the camera and nods. “I’d like that.”
“Good. After work, I need to run some errands and hit the gym for a tad bit. Then I’ll pick you up at six thirty,” I tell her.
We end the call, and I log out of her camera. When I stand, my pants are wet on the crotch. Fuck.
The Italian restaurantstrikes a balance between casual and upscale, and the aroma of garlic and basil greets us atthe door. The dimmed lights cast a warm glow over the rustic wooden tables and flickering candles, creating an intimate and romantic atmosphere. All I can do is hope to show her romance, even if I’m not good at it, but with Rainey, everything always seems to fall into place. Our shared destiny, woven together like strands of gold, effortlessly binds us. She’s always been easy to love, whereas I’ve been difficult to love.
“Have I told you how beautiful you look?” I whisper in her ear as we wait to be seated.
“Well,” she says, raking her fingernails on my forearm. “You did twice in the car and once at the house.”
“Um, make that four.” My arms wrap around her waist too tightly, not because I’m afraid someone will whisk her away, but because I want to feel her warmth and I can’t keep my hands off her.
“Are you sure my dress isn’t too short?”
She’s asked me this twice at her place. Yes, it is short, but I’m the one holding this beautiful woman in my arms. She’s mine and hasn’t been with anyone since me, and I haven’t been with anyone since her. So we both have nothing to worry about. As long as she feels confident and beautiful in what she’s wearing, then I’m good. Her vibrant yellow dress looks amazing on her. The fabric clings gracefully to her frame, with a subtle slit on the side revealing just a hint of her thigh as she moves. Delicate spaghetti straps add an elegant touch with a cream sweater.
“Because if I bend over, everyone will see my ass,” she adds.
I clench my teeth. “Baby, the only person you’ll be bending over for is me. If you happen to drop something, I’ll get it. If you need your high-heel strap adjusted, I’ll be happy to bend at your will to do it,” I whisper in her ear. “If you need me to lick you up and down, I’ll do it. No one gets to see this but me.” I tap her ass.
