I took her face in my hands and touched my forehead to hers.
“No matter what actual words come out of my mouth – every time I think of you, every time I touch you, and every time I speak to you – I am making love to you.”
“Is that a poem?” Raine asked softly.
“Only if I write it down and publish it.” I smiled and touched my lips to hers. The light touch became more, and I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, teasing her with the tip of my tongue. Her hands found the back of my head and pulled me close. I loved the fact that I didn’t have to waste a fucking minute taking her clothes off, and immediately started caressing her breasts, her hips, her legs. She was so fucking beautiful, it fucking hurt sometimes. I kissed a line up her jaw and to her ear, humming softly against her skin.
“I love how responsive you are,” I murmured low in her ear. “Every time I touch you, I feel your skin react. I hear it in your breathing, your heartbeat. You do the same to me. You know that, right? You know how fucking much I want you all the time?”
“I know,” she breathed against my shoulder. “I love you…I want you, please…”
“You never have to beg for this,” I assured her. I rolled us over until she was on her back. “I’m yours always…anytime, anyplace, anyway you want me.”
“I want you…now, please.”
I pulled back and looked down into her dark brown eyes, slightly hooded from want and need, but there was so much more in them as well. There was trust. There was love. It was still so new and so unexpected, it took my breath away.
“When you look at me like that,” I said softly, “it’s like I’m looking at your soul, and you’re looking into mine. You make me feel like I’m worth something when you look at me like that.”
“You are,” she said, smiling up at me and placing her hand on the side of my face, and while she held me there, I believed her. I leaned down and placed my lips on her forehead, then her eyes, across her cheekbones, down to her throat. I kissed right above her left breast and felt her heart beating underneath her skin. Raine’s hands grasped my shoulders, moved down over my arms and back up again, circling my back and pulling me to her breasts. I was only too fucking happy to oblige.
“Want to try something different?” I asked, running my tongue around her nipple.
“What do you mean?”
“Roll over,” I said quietly, watching her eyes to gauge her reaction. “Get up on your hands and knees.”
“Bastian…I really don’t think I…”
“Not that,” I said, realizing she was taking my previous comment to heart. I shook my head. “I just want to fuck you from behind.”
She stared at me wide eyed for a minute, then slowly rolled herself over with her beautiful ass pointed towards me. God, she was so fucking perfect. I ran my hands over her backside, stroking her softly with both hands.
“So fucking hot,” I mumbled. I ran my hands up her sides and positioned myself behind her. Raine turned her head to look over her shoulder and bit down on her lower lip. “I swear you’re going to love this.”
She still seemed a little apprehensive, so I kept running my hands up her sides, around her back, and over her hips. I bent over and kissed her softly between her shoulder blades before slipping my hand around to her front, palming one of her breasts. The other hand went lower, slowly running along her folds, finding her wet and wanting.
Using my fingers to spread her open for me, I slowly inserted the end of my cock just past her * lips, and then gently eased forward. Raine groaned and dropped her forehead down, nearly to the mattress. I pulled back slowly, and then pushed forward until I was totally encompassed by her warmth.
“Ohhh…my…Bastian…that feels so…different…”
“You like it?”
“Yes…you’re so…”
“Deep?”
“Yes…oh my God…”
I pulled back again and pushed into her a little harder. Holy shit, she felt so fucking awesome. I wrapped my arm around her hip, slipping my fingers through her pubic hair and finding the very top of her slit, slowly rolling her clit around with the tip of my finger. She gasped again and pushed her hips back to meet me. I heard myself breathe in sharply and then let out a groan of my own.
“God, Raine,” I grunted. “You feel so fucking perfect…I love this…being inside you. I love this…love you…so fucking good…”
“Oh, Bastian! More! Please…don’t wait…”