Page 49 of Completing Her

“Harder, please. More, give me more.”

I groaned as she wrapped her hand around me, stroking me from root to tip. She used her thumb to spread the precome around the crown and traced her fingers along the vein that protruded under the thin skin. She cupped and stroked my balls. We kissed endlessly—deep, passionate ones; gentle, adoring presses of our lips; long, languid strokes of our tongues. I learned her dips and curves. The feel of her hips filling my hands. The taste of her everywhere. Sweet, salty, musky. She made me groan when she took me in her mouth, her tongue discovering everything she’d explored with her hands, this time the sensations wet and hot. Finally, she hovered over me, our gazes locked.

I blindly reached into the drawer, pulling out a condom. She ripped it open with her teeth, sheathing my rigid cock, then slowly lowered herself on me. I groaned as her pussy engulfed me. Blistering heat pounded down my spine, my cock gripped inside her body. She stopped when we were flush, her cheeks red, her eyes wide.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “You feel so good.”

“So do you.” I grabbed her hips. “I need you to move.”

She rolled her hips, and I cursed. She did it again, rising up and lowering herself, smiling at the low groan she pulled from my chest.

“Jesus, baby.”

She leaned forward, the angle changing. She was close enough, I kissed her. Swallowed her cries of delight as she began to move. She undulated over me, whimpering, wrapping me in her heat. I slid my hand between us, stroking circles on her hard clit, feeling her orgasm beginning. I pressed harder, smiling as her muscles locked down and she flung back her head, riding me harder. I lunged up, taking her down to the mattress under me, thrusting into her. I kissed and licked at her lips, her neck, her breasts. Sucked her hard nipples. Drove into her mindlessly, my orgasm beginning to bear down on me. She sobbed out my name, coming again, pulsating around me. I lifted my head with a long, loud groan and let the pleasure take me. I spiraled down into the ecstasy, my body shaking, the frenzy so great I could only try to keep up. I lost myself for a moment, finally rousing enough to realize I was pinning her to the mattress, my head buried in her neck, my body satisfied and exhausted. I eased from her, quickly disposing of the condom, then rolled over and pulled her into my arms.

We were silent aside from our heavy breathing, wrapped around each other as tightly as possible. I pressed a kiss to her forehead, sliding my fingers under her chin and tilting up her face.

“Okay, Raven?”

“You really have to ask?”

I chuckled. “I was pretty rough near the end.”

She frowned. “No, you were exactly what I needed. You made me feel wanted.”

“You were. Youare.”

She snuggled closer. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced, Damien.”

“I think so too.”

“So, it was okay for you?” she asked, her voice suddenly shy.

“We were amazing. You were perfect. Youareperfect.”

“I’m hardly perfect,” she scoffed.

“Well, for me, then. You’re perfect for me.”

She traced a lazy circle on my chest. “I like that.”

“Good.” I pressed a kiss to her messy hair and rested my head on the pillow, surprised to find how much I enjoyed holding her. I was never one for cuddling after sex, yet with Raven, it was different. I had a feeling everything about her was going to be different.

Her voice broke in to my inner musings.

“Should I apologize for the mice?”

I shook with silent laughter. “No, you’re good. I didn’t even see you put the package in the cart.”

“I hid it under some lettuce.”

“And I assume that is why you encouraged me to go get the sour cream?”

“Yep. I had her scan the mice, and I shoved them in my purse.”

“You thought of everything. I’ll have to keep a better eye on you, troublemaker.”

She chuckled, pressing a kiss to my chest. I liked how her mouth lingered.

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