Page 58 of Quarantined
I let my forehead drop onto hers, staring into her eyes, not breaking the connection as she chases her high. She wraps her arms around my back, trying to get me even closer to her clit.
Her back arches, eyes are rolling back. The silent scream from her parted lips gains volume, leaking out, shuttering whimpers and cries. The soaking wet tightness builds up again.
“Shit. I am coming again.” Her head falls back on the pillow. “Oh God.”
The moment she reaches her orgasm, I start to move. Rotating my hips, stretching her, then gently pulling out. I push back inside, torturously slow. Raven is too distracted from her orgasm, to notice the pain or burn right now. I increase my tempo, close to finding my own release.
“Fuck, baby,” I hear myself desperately moaning. I start coming as my entire world goes black, my heart hammering like it’s about to explode inside me. With one final thrust, I spill all of me inside her.
My muscles give out, as I fall on top of her. I’m a panting mess. We both lie there for God knows how long. My face is in the hollow of her neck. I turn my face to kiss her cheek, neck, anything I can kiss in a reachable vicinity, without having to move my body.
Realizing I must be crushing her, I gently pull out. Raven flinches as I pull out. I shift my body slightly to the side and slump back on top of her. I hold her as close as I can. Pretty soon we both drift off, me subconsciously waking up every few minutes to make sure this is real.
After a while, Raven stirs. “Should we go back to the party?”
“Why?” I whisper, stroking her hair.
“All of our friends are here. If we are both gone for so long… ”
I sigh. She is right. I have been reckless.
“Okay.” Brushing my lips against her, I get up to get dressed. Raven still looks drained. “I can go down first. Take your time.”
“Okay.”
“Oh, and tell Mia to sleep in her own damn room tonight. After everyone falls asleep, come back here.”
Raven tenses. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she stammers, “Oh. I-I uh. I d-don't—”
I patiently await her response, staring at her intently. Hoping that the intensity of my stare will establish that I am not playing around with this request. Hell, it’s a demand at this point.
Raven stops stammering and takes in a deep breath as if to gain enough confidence to speak in full sentences. “I can’t stay here tonight,” she begins determinedly. “I have school tomorrow.”
“Why can’t you sleep here, if you have school?”
“I have to pack my bag and iron my uniform. If I stay here, I will stay up late.” She doesn’t meet my eyes as she spits out the last portion. I know what she is insinuating. She might have a point but it doesn’t ease my annoyance.
“Raven, you can still do all of those things. I am asking you to sleep down the hall, not on the fucking moon. What’s the difference if you sleep in your room versus mine?” I try, but fail, to keep the irritation out of my voice.
“Please don’t be mad. I assumed you would be going back to campus tonight. With your classes starting tomorrow…” Raven looks at me apprehensively. Frightened.
I have got to stop being angry at her. I know this is not about sleeping in my room. I don't know where we stand. I am too nervous about bringing it up or pushing Raven. I don't want her to bolt again and find another douchebag like she did this summer.
I know. I sound like a broken record. I told her I forgave her. Obviously, I have not. I am still so fucking pissed at her. I don’t trust her anymore.
And she is not making it easy either. It doesn’t ease my anxiety when she acts so reluctant. Lately, I have to fight to even get an inch with her.
Still, I have to stop. Otherwise, I am going to scare her away.
“I won’t try anything tonight if you need to wake up early,” I mutter, unsure if I believe it myself. I add, “And I am not staying on campus this year.”
“Why not?” Raven frowns, looking confused.
I sigh. “With everything in the house, it’s just easier than going back and forth.”
Raven nods in understanding. Then frowns again. “Isn’t it already paid for?”
“There is a long waiting list of people trying to get into on-campus housing. It wasn’t difficult to get out of it.”
