Page 81 of Quarantined
I need to connect with her. I want to feel her squirm under me. It's been too long. I need to remind her how good it is between us. I slide her dress up with my hand, bunching it around her waist. Reaching for her black thong, I pull it down.
Raven starts pushing at my chest again, to create distance. Not happening. My hands grab her thighs as I sit on my knees in between her parted legs.
“Milo, please, stop.”
“Please baby, I need this,” I moan. “It’s my birthday, and all I want is you.”
I am still sliding my hands up and down her naked thighs, my thumb brushing against her bare pussy every so often.
“No,” Raven says firmly. I don’t budge. “No,” she says again, but this time lets out a moan. She is distracted as my thumbs rub her bare pussy, teasing her.
“What are you saying no to?” I whisper in her hair.
“I am saying no to you. I don’t want to fuck you. I don’t want to be with you. I am saying no to all of it.” Raven says, breathing heavily.
Gripping her hips, I circulate her pussy lips with my thumbs. She waxes, so I know the friction creates an unbearable sensation on her smooth lips.
“How can you say that?” I slowly stroke inside her pussy with my thumb. As predicted, Raven is soaking wet. She tries to push me off again, but I am double her size. I am unmovable.
“Milo, we can’t. We talked about this.”
“You talked, I listened,” I murmur in her ears. “Now, just listen to your body. Do you feel this?” Raven moans out as my fingers circulate her opening, getting her more ready. “Yes, that’s it, baby. Don’t over-analyze this.”
I turn my face to kiss her cheek. Raven flutters her eyes shut and arches her back as I wrap one hand around her waist, keeping the tempo going with the other. Dutifully, I kiss her face, biting her jaw, sucking her neck, all those things just the way she likes it.
She looks lost. This is it. This is what I have been craving for weeks. Before then, I craved it for years. I can’t stop now. I couldn’t, even if I wanted to.
Out of nowhere, Raven shrieks, shocking me out of my lust high mind. “No,” Raven grabs my wrist. “Enough Milo, I don’t want to do this anymore. I already told you.”
I am baffled. Did Mia’s words have that much of an impact on her? I told her how I felt. She is ready to give up on us because of what a thirteen-year-old child thinks.
I glare at her. “Your body is saying something different.”
I push her onto her back, putting my hand on her stomach to brace her. I stretch out over her lower body and immediately start to eat her out.
“Milo, please stop. My word should be enough.”
I don’t stop. Raven told me multiple times. I should, but I can’t.
There is an insatiable hunger in me that won’t let me stop. I need to taste her, taste what's mine, make her understand what she means to me. It’s unbearable, mind-wiping, primal instinct that keeps me going. My tongue has no finesse, just going crazy on her pussy.
Raven’s eyes close on their own accord. Her fingers land in my hair, grabbing hard, reminding me exactly how she likes it. “We can’t… oh God,” Raven pants.
“We can,” I say, between lapping her folds. I start to use more technique, finding precisely the spots that make her squeeze tight.
“Fuck,” Raven sobs. I can feel her crescendo building, tears seeping out of her eyes as she squeezes. She is yanking my hair as if she is about to pull it out.
Soaking wet tightness builds up. Her back arches, eyes are rolling back and fluttering. The silent scream from her parted lips gains volume, with shuttering whimpers and cries. My fantasy is back to life, and the real thing is always so much more erotic than my dreams.
“Fuck. Fuck! Ah. I’m fucking—holy shit. I am coming.” And she does. Hard.
Raven tries to catch her breath from her orgasm as I work my way up to her. I have already started unfastening my jeans, as I push them down along with my boxers. Grabbing at the hem of my shirt, I pull it over my head. I grab onto Raven’s thighs and immediately slip inside her.
Fuck. Me.
“Shit baby, oh God,” I moan as I kiss her like the hungry, deprived man that I am. I kiss her all over her face, her neck, and slowly nibble on her breasts.
Lifting her thighs, I start going as deep as I can. This is heaven. This is home. Being with her fills my soul in a way I can’t explain. She is my missing part. Without her, I am always going to be incomplete.
