Give Me Another Chance (The Raven Brothers 3)

“Beth,” I whispered as I looked down on her. I hoped she could hear all the emotion I had for her in that one word. I dipped my head to kiss her, long and slow, wanting to start out setting a leisurely pace. I planned to be here, be with her, a part of her, for as long as I could.

Thank fuck she responded, her lips parting to invite me in. My tongue swept through her mouth and against her tongue. I moaned, loving her taste. The scent of her surrounded me. A sweet floral smell that mixed with her arousal. It made me drunk with desire.

I focused on kissing her, but I had to touch her too, so I ran a hand down her body. Her tits were soft, but her nipples were rock hard beads, and I was so fucking glad that she was responding. I slipped my hand under her shirt, touching her warm, soft skin. My lips ached to kiss her there, but I reminded myself that I had time. All night, I hoped.

Her hands raked up my back, pulling up my shirt as she did. I reached back, grabbed the fabric, and yanked it over my head. Her palms pressed against my chest and I sighed with contentment that she was touching me.

I quickly divested her of her shirt and bra, loving how her hard nipples grated on my chest as I kissed her. I lifted my head, taking in those lovely beauties with my gaze before I dipped my head and licked one nipple and then the other. She hissed and arched, offering her fantastic tits to me. I had been the first to love this body, and I pushed away any thought that someone else may have feasted on it too. Instead, I focused on now. Making sure she knew how I felt and perhaps, I’d be the only one to love her like this in the future.

My hands cupped and kneaded her tits as my mouth took turns sucking, nipping, and licking her nipples until she was writhing underneath me. Her hips were gyrating against my cock, distracting me.

“I want you in me, Ash.” Her hands slipped between us to undo my pants. But I wasn’t done touching and tasting every inch of her.

“Soon baby,” I said as I worked her jeans and then panties off her. I knelt on the couch, my dick painfully constrained in my own pants. I ignored it, and instead looked down on her luscious body. I’d tugged the tie off of her ponytail so now her blonde waves were cascading on the couch cushion. Her tits were firm, her nipples bright pink from arousal. Her pussy glistened with dampness. All this was my doing. She was responding like this to me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Beth,” I said, my voice hoarse from desire and awe. Could she hear it? Could she tell that this wasn’t just lust, but love as well?

“Touch me, Ash,” her body arched and she reached for me.

“Everywhere, baby. I’m going to touch you everywhere.” Still kneeling over her, I ran my hands up her legs, lifting one and bringing it up so I could kiss the inside her ankle. Her hips bucked up as I ran my tongue along her ankle bone. “Has anyone kissed you here?” I was an idiot to ask, and yet I had to know.

“No.”

Good. I kissed her there again, and worked my way up, kissing and licking every inch of her calf, the inside of her knee, her thigh. Mine ran like a mantra in my brain. She was mine and I was claiming her.

“Ash, please.” Her voice was thready, and her fingers drifted to her center.

“Are you going to make yourself come?”

“If you don’t do it, I’ll have to,” she said.

Jesus fucking Christ. I had to see that. “Touch yourself, baby.”

A pink hue came to her cheeks. “The point of this is for you to do it. Preferable with your dick.”

I laughed. “I will, but the idea of watching you pleasure yourself is making me so fucking hard.”

Her blue eyes looked up at me, turning flirty and then naughty as her finger stroked over her clit.

“Ah fuck, yeah.” My cock was raging in my pants. I worked to free him while I watched her hips rock as her fingers stroked through her wet pussy.

“Keep going… so fucking sexy.” I shucked my pants and my boxer briefs off and then resumed kneeling between her thighs, captivated by how she touched herself. “Do you touch yourself a lot?”

“Some,” she gasped.

I lifted her leg, hooking her knee over the back of the couch so I could get a better view. “Do you ever think of me?” Again, that was a dangerous question. Considering our past, the chances of her using my image to get her off was unlikely.