Raine
FINGERS BRUSH THE HAIR from my face and coax me awake. My eyes flutter open, and a smile forms on my lips when I feel Jillian’s lips tenderly touching mine. My arm tingles from where she rested her head when we fell asleep, finally, deep into the night. We must not have moved.
When I think about last night, my heart fills with enough happiness to explode. I want to jump up and strut around the room with pride, knowing we gave Becca and Drew a run for their money. I managed to make love to her three times. Yeah, baby! I’m usually good for two, but I surprised us both. Needless to say, I’m feeling pretty fucking good about it.
“Hey.” I kiss her back. I’m aware of her legs entwined with mine and her breasts pressed against my side. It stirs me down below.
There’s something in her eyes this morning I haven’t seen before. A sense of peace mixed with happiness . . . and something else. I feel loved or at least what I think it’s supposed to feel like to be loved. Maybe I’m just delusional or wishing too hard.
“Good morning,” she says softly and draws her fingertip across my bottom lip. “That was an amazing night.”
I wrap her in my arms, and pull her on top of me. There’s so much I want to say. I think about how to respond. We’ve come too far for me to screw it up now. I’m afraid she’ll run if I tell her how I feel, so I compromise.
“It’s the most incredible night I’ve ever had.” I stare into her golden eyes. “I mean it.”
A smile curls on her lips. “That was better than anything I could’ve written.” She kisses my neck and nips at my earlobe. “I think you’re setting unrealistic expectations for women.”
I chuckle. “Only if you write about it.” Then I squeeze her into me. “You’re the only one who’ll ever know for sure.”
She raises her brow. “I’m not your first girlfriend.”
But I want you to be my last, I think. “But you’re the only one who has ever inspired me to give the best I have to offer.” As I speak the words, the truth resonates inside me.
Her eyes soften, and she moves to speak, but stops.
“What?” I ask, clinging to her unspoken words.
Rather than answer, she climbs on top of me and gives me a devilish look.
“Don’t start something you’re not going to finish,” I tease, looking up at her with half-closed eyes. She rubs her delicate, wet skin along my length, and it doesn’t take more than a few seconds for my shaft to fully harden and for a moan to rise from my throat. I curl my hands around her hip bones, and shift underneath her as she straddles me. I seek out her opening, wanting to sink into her tight, sexy warmth. But she shifts away just enough so that I can’t reach her.
She leans forward, and whispers back, “I wouldn’t dream of it. Be patient for me.”
I frown but do what she says. Her fingertips travel lightly over the skin of my shoulders before she sinks her lips onto the pulsing vein in my neck. It sends shivers down my back. She traces the strong beat with her tongue as she kisses a trail down to my collarbone.
I can’t prevent the next moan that escapes through my lips. I press my pelvis up until my length grinds against her petals of swollen skin. I want in so badly, but she slides away. I almost whimper when she abandons me, and then her mouth hits my nipples one at a time, grazing them lightly with her teeth until they tighten into firm points. I want to scream in ecstasy. Instead, I sink my fingers into her upper arms, and push my head back into the pillow. “Do you know how good this feels?” I growl with my eyes closed. “Let me inside, Jillian. Please . . .”
“Not yet,” she breathes.
I groan. “Not fair.”
“Everything is fair,” she says, dipping her hot tongue into the indentation in the center of my chest. My erection throbs with need, begging for attention. She ignores it, and her fingers travel along the ripples of my torso while her mouth blazes a trail to my navel. She bumps right into the sensitive tip of my cock with her chin before she gets there. Ha! She can’t ignore me now . . .
My hands clasp her shoulders and I shudder as she takes me into her mouth. Her tongue circles my tip once then she releases me and moves on.
“Jillian . . .” Her name comes out as a plea. I’d do anything to plunge into her mouth right this second. Then she holds my shaft to the side, so she can dip her tongue into my belly button. I shudder again.
Holy shit. I’m almost at my limit for foreplay; it’s like exquisite torture. I need to be inside her somewhere. She lets go of my cock and it springs back to the center of my stomach. She journeys down to the crease along my inner thigh, buries her fingers into my quads, and parts my legs wider. Her tongue darts down to touch my sack, and the next thing I know, she takes my balls into her mouth one at a time.
“Sssss!” My nerve endings explode with sensation, and I let go of her shoulders so I don’t leave bruises and grip the covers in my fists. My hips jut forward off the bed. More blood pumps to my groin, filling it to a painful capacity.
She licks a trail up my shaft from root to tip, sending fire through my veins. My breath comes in gasps. “Jillian . . . you’re killing me.”
My eyes connect with hers as she hovers over the tip of my cock, wearing a knowing smile a second before she wraps her lips around me and swallows me up to the hilt. Surrounded in wet, hot bliss, I’m close to losing my mind. My balls contract and my toes involuntarily curl.
“Jillian! Shit.” I pant and tangle my fingers in her hair. To avoid choking her, I let her take control and set the pace. Moans rise from her throat as she pleasures me. I’ve never been worked with such expertise in my life. Her tongue dances in rhythm with her hands as they alternate between massaging my balls with just the right amount of pressure and working my shaft, while her tongue tangos with my tip. My eyes roll back in my head as the pressure builds inside of me. It would be easy to just lie back and explode right here, but I don’t want to. I want to take her with me.
“Mmm . . . Stop, let me inside you,” I say in a throaty growl. If I’m not careful, I’ll get lost in the emerging tide of my pleasure. My length kicks in her hand. “Stop . . . please.”
She takes one last pull before she releases me. I groan as I fight with whatever shred of control I can muster to hold myself back. She slides up to meet my eyes. Her lips are plump and slick from working me.
I taste the salty sweetness on them as I take possession. My hands cup the soft skin of her sexy ass, and I position myself under her until my cock connects with her opening. With one thrust, I’m inside, surrounded by her satin heat. She cries out as I rock deep, caressing her from the inside. I focus on her pleasure first to warm her up, grazing over her sensitive center with every thrust.
My body demands me to drive harder. Instead, I ignore it and pull out.
A disappointed gasp comes from her when I leave. I wink, and with a quick roll, she’s underneath me.
I return the favor she granted me and slide down her body until my face is between her parted thighs. My fingers reach up to find the hard peaks of her nipples, while my tongue massages her swollen clit.
“Oh, Raine . . .” she cries and clenches the muscles of her thighs against my cheeks. It gives me a thrill every time she calls my name when I make love to her. I inhale the sweet, musky scent of her laced with some of my salt.
“Raine!” She pulses under my tongue and her body arches off the bed. I lick at her tender folds as she comes for me. A satisfied smile touches my lips. We’re as much in tune with each other in bed as we are out, and I love it. It’s never felt this good or been this easy with any other woman. I’m convinced now more than ever that I’m meant to be with Jillian. Being with her makes me believe in the crazy love she told me about that can last forever.
I reposition myself over her, and sink back into her heat.
“Come with me,” I whisper hoarsely. My arms flex around her, and I hold her tight so that her breasts press against my chest while I move slowly and deliberately enough to hook her for a second time and coax her to climax with me. I memorize every nuance of her lush warmth, and know she’s close when I feel her swell again around me.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” she pants.
I shake my head. “It’s not me. It’s us together. That’s what’s amazing.”
It doesn’t take long for the pressure to build inside me to the point that I’m holding on by a thread. A groan escapes me as I reach the breaking point. Within a split second, Jillian cries out and her warmth milks my length.
“Jillian!” I unclench my groin and spasm, letting go of all coherent thought and drown in the combined waves of our orgasms.
My strength drains from my body, and I collapse down next to her and pant. Still joined, I pull the covers over us, and roll onto my back, taking her with me. I turn boneless underneath her, enjoying the last of her warmth surrounding me before my inevitable retreat.
After I catch my breath, I kiss her long and deep. Drowsiness overtakes me, and I want nothing more than to fall back asleep and enjoy my new blissful existence. My eyes creep shut.
“Raine?” Jillian says, brushing my cheek with her lips.
“Hmm?”
“I have to get up . . .”
That’s right, the wake is today.
“Five minutes and then a shower?” I ask in my satisfied state of sex-coma.
“’K. Five minutes,” she says, and snuggles down next to me.
Big mistake.
I wake up to a screaming wail, and Jillian bolting from the bed. “Crap!”
The covers fall away. “What?” My heart jolts in my chest, and I sit up with my eyes still glued half-shut. “What’s the matter?”
She races around the room collecting her clothes. “We’re going to be late! It’s twelve thirty!”
The wake starts at one. After a quick calculation, I’m scrambling. Shit! Ten minutes to take a shower and get out the door if we plan to be on time and not get pulled over for speeding on the way.
“Shower,” I bark. “Downstairs in ten. Go!”
I see her luscious ass and tattoo practically fly out of the bedroom door as I haul my own naked ass straight into the guest bathroom.
Despite the fact that it’s my fault we’re late, a smile spreads across my face as I wash off the morning and remainder of last night. It was one of the best nights of my life, and I draw the conclusion that I wouldn’t change a minute of it. Even oversleeping.