Raine giggled, which brought me out of my tit-induced trance. I washed the knife off and doused her armpits in water. She gasped at the cold liquid, and then giggled, claiming I was tickling her. I didn’t really mind since the more she moved, the more her breasts moved along with her. She must have caught on to this fact and eventually calmed down so I could get to work.
It didn’t take very long, and soon I had put my knife away and was just running the backs of my fingers over her now smooth skin, letting my fingers trail a little lower each time I traced over her. On the last pass, my hand moved all the way down her side and found the skin covering her hipbone just above the fabric of my boxer shorts on her body. I caressed it lightly with my fingertips before moving my hand both up and around the front. I moved slowly, giving her every chance to stop me if she wanted to, but she didn’t. She did grab onto my hair and raise her head to bring our lips together. My hand kept traveling around though, moving upwards and searching out skin I hadn’t touched before. When my hand reached the underside of her breast, I felt her fingers grip my hair a little tighter, but she didn’t pull away and she didn’t stop kissing me.
The skin of her breast was incredibly soft, and my cock was in danger of busting right through the buttons of my shorts and maybe taking a little trip all on his own. I had the feeling he was already contacting “AAA” for a Triptik and probably trying to book a hotel in *land. He knew exactly where he wanted to be, and he also knew just how close his goal was. I had to stop this because if I didn’t…well, things were going to go in a certain direction very quickly, and I wasn’t so sure that was the best idea.
“Raine,” I pulled back from her lips and found that I couldn’t actually break contact, so I moved over her chin and down her neck instead. “Raine, you have to stop.”
“Why?” I heard her ask, and at the same time her hands started traveling down my bare shoulders to the small of my back. She gripped my skin tightly for a moment, and then one of her hands came around the other side, tracing my abdominal muscles.
“Because if you don’t, I’m going to get to the point where I won’t be able to,” I warned. It was bullshit, of course. I could stop at anytime, but it was going to get to the point where it would be very uncomfortable to stop, and it would get to a point where I really, really didn’t want to stop. Unless I was going to get inside of her, then it really didn’t matter where we stopped. Fuck.
“What if I don’t want you to stop?” Raine’s breath was hot against my ear, and she took my earlobe in her mouth, sucking on it and nibbling it with her teeth.
“Holy fuck,” I growled. “Don’t do that…just…shit…”
“You want me to stop?” she asked, innocently.
“Fuck no,” I answered. “I don’t want you to stop, but you probably should anyway.”
“Not unless you tell me to,” she said, and her hand dropped lower, past my abs. I could feel her finger following the narrow trail of hair on my stomach until it reached the top edge of my shorts and then started pushing inside.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked. My tone was a lot lighter than the words themselves.
“Number sixteen in the survival guide,” she replied with a shrug.
“Number sixteen?”
“Take steps to maintain morale.”
Two of her fingers found their way into the top of my shorts. Another inch and she’d be touching the end of my dick.
“Don’t, Raine,” I said, placing my hand over hers. “Please, I can’t take it.”
“Bastian, I want to,” she said. She wriggled out from below me, and I sat back as she rose up on her knees a little taller, so she was almost looking me in the eye. She pulled her hand out from under mine and placed it on the side of my face. “I want you, Bastian. Please.”
Oh God, did she really just say please to me?
“Raine, I don’t want to…” I stammered. I don’t want to what? Fuck her? I sure as hell did. I wanted to fuck her so bad it hurt, and not just because my dick was trapped in my shorts. What didn’t I want to do? Use her? Debase her? Reduce her to nothing but a place to shove my cock, like I did all the others? “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. You…mean more to me than just a…a…a quick fuck.”
“Is that what this would be?”
“Yes,” I said, though my throat was suddenly dry, and speaking was getting difficult. Then I heard what I had just said. “No! I mean…fuck, Raine! I don’t know what this is! I haven’t known what any of this has been since…since…”
“Since when?”
“Since I woke up and you were just…touching me.” There was a minute of quiet while Raine looked contemplative. She finally spoke.
“After you had the seizures?”
“Yeah.”
“You told me to stop.”
“I just wanted you to stop crying,” I said. “You shouldn’t be crying for someone like me. I didn’t want you to stop touching me.”
“You were telling me about the foster homes you were in,” she said softly. “You were crying, too. I couldn’t help it.”
“I don’t remember that,” I admitted. “I…don’t usually do that. I don’t usually talk about all the shit in my life.”