“Her parents moved south and of course, Corinne wasn’t leaving him. So she stayed behind and he got her an apartment in the same building as me and we all saw when the sleek money green leather sofas were delivered and when she pulled up in her red baby Beamer matching his. They were living the life! Every girl wanted to be Corinne back then. She was the hood princess. But he got knocked a couple of months after Corinne got her apartment. It wasn't that long before we saw the repo man come get the car and management evicted her because she had no means of maintaining her lifestyle without ol’ boy.” Rayna took a long swig of her wine before continuing.
“She had to stay with people until her parents could afford to send for her.” She snapped out of herself and muttered, “Anyway, a far reaching story, but it has a lot to do with why I said I never wanted to become so dependent on a man that I couldn’t function on my own in his absence. So a man with money wasn’t in my dreams...if I had dreams of love.” A frown fell upon her face at that thought.
Was she saying that she had no hopes of a relationship?
She snorted, “...or a drug dealer.”
Oh, fuck! I froze in my chair. Although her revelations didn’t derive from my life it felt like a warning shot.
“Azmir, you look horrified. No...no! With us it’s a little different. I have my own, but I…I just don't want you to assume the role in my life as a provider. I can fend for myself. You’ve gone far above mere material things in my life. You’ve...you’ve made me look at myself and want to be a better Rayna. Shoot...” She snorted as her eyes were still south of her face, “...you talk about not being good enough—it seems like since I've met you I've been able to identify all things that are wrong...broken in me.”
At that moment, she was beautifully broken and I didn't want her to wallow in that on my account. Silence coursed between us for some time. Eventually, I decided I couldn’t bear it anymore. I reached over the table and began moving dishes to either side the two lit candles in the center. I started with my side, worked my way to the center serving dishes and then I reached her side. She eyed my every move enquiringly.
I rose from my chair and walked around to her. Her mouth hung open in surprise and confusion. When I arrived to her, I stood her up by taking her hand, lowered myself to her racing eyes, and cupped her face as I gazed into them, got lost in them. Even in her bewilderment she was gorgeous. I moved my head to hers and tasted her lips. Her soft lips tasting of tangy Riesling. She let out a groan. I felt her hands grab the wings of my back as I tipped her head back to kiss her neck. She smelled of citrus.
I yanked on the belt of her robe causing it to fall and the coat itself slightly opened. Grabbing her by the waist, I lifted her onto the dining room table, carefully placing her in the path I'd created just moments earlier, in between the candles. I turned on my heels to turn off all the lights that could be seen in the room before returning to Rayna.
She laid there with her legs propped up and frontal view exposed from the robe that was splayed out on the table. I stood before her, piercing down at her hungrily. Her panting and relaxed eyes told me she was exactly where I liked her; mild-tempered and wanting. I reached over to the consignments display on the buffet table along the wall and grabbed a packet of honey. When I mounted the table with my legs astride her, I opened it and poured small amounts on her turgid nipples, carefully making sure not to leave a messy trace from one to the other. Hovering down over her, yet with my weight pressed into the table and not touching her, I flickered my tongue over her left nipple, stirring the drop of honey over her areola. She squirmed and let out a long throaty groan.
“You have to be still for this to work,” I ordered.
She stilled. And then I went back to that same breast and started licking the honey off. My lapping eventually turned into sucking and pulling of her nipples.
“Ahhh!” she cried out while thrusting her pelvis up to me.
I looked up and hissed, “You’re not cooperating, sweetheart.”
Once her left nipple was honey-free, I moved on to her right breast issuing the same treatment. Her mouth was agape and eyes closed as she hummed through her nostrils. Rayna assumed more self-control this time around.