Surviving Raine (Surviving Raine 1)

I fucking loved that she said please.

I gripped my shaft and held the head of my dick so it brushed over her pussy lips. I slowly moved it up and down, coating the head in her moisture and smiling as she tossed her head from side to side and tilted her hips up, ready for me. I positioned myself over her opening, pausing just long enough to make sure she wasn’t changing her mind, then slowly, slowly started pushing forward.

Just the head stretched her more than my fingers had, and I stopped a minute when I was just barely inside of her, waiting for both of us to get used to it. Her body clamped down around me, and I wanted to come right at that moment, but I forced myself to calm enough to push forward again. I squeezed my eyes shut…another inch…then another. Oh fuck, she was so tight. I felt her hands on my shoulders, her fingernails digging into my flesh, and it felt so good I could hardly stand it. I stopped, pulled back an inch, then pushed forward again, hearing myself groan in response as she slowly began to encompass me. Pull back – push forward…just a little deeper. Oh…shit… I glanced down…I was almost all the way in her. I pulled back a final time, and then eased forward until I was home.

“You feel so good,” I mumbled, tucking my head against her shoulder.

It had been approaching three weeks since I’d been inside a woman and years since I’d been inside one without some kind of barrier. I tried to convince myself these were the reasons it felt so vastly different when I found myself buried to the hilt inside of Raine. Physically, she was tight, warm, wet, and her muscles were clenching around me in the most delicious way, but I’d felt all that before. I’d fucked thirty-year-veteran whores and barely-out-of-high school virgins. Some felt better than others, but it wasn’t the physical that made it different. When I connected with Raine physically, I could feel every bit of her soul within my own.

It had never even occurred to me before that I might have a soul.

“God…Raine…” I heard myself whisper against the skin on her shoulder. I pulled back the tiniest amount and then pushed forward again, feeling most connected when I was completely inside her. I said a silent prayer, thanking the pussy gods for her being able to take all of me. I raised my head and looked into her eyes, seeing a small tear in the corner of each. Shit. “Are you hurt?”

“No.” Raine shook her head. “You feel…perfect.”

Her eyes sparkled, and she tugged my head down to hers so she could kiss me. I was in awe of her – her beauty, her strength, her courage, her…everything. Maybe being inside of her just made all of that come to the surface, I wasn’t sure. One thing I did know immediately – if I somehow lost this, if I could never have this again, if something jeopardized her in any way whatsoever – it would kill me.

My mouth moved over to her ear, gently licking and sucking it as I started moving in and out of her – never pulling out too far because I couldn’t stand the thought of it. I went slowly because I wanted it to last forever and also to give Raine a chance to adjust to me. I could have just pounded into her, like I had done to countless others before, but I didn’t want to – I wanted to take it slow with her, and I wanted to stay inside of her as long as possible, and I wanted to…I wanted to…I wanted to...

Make love to her.

I was also going to want to do this again. It wasn’t even over, and I knew once would never, ever be enough. A hundred different places and positions danced around in my head – I wanted them all with her. I wanted to practice until I knew just how to make her come as fast as possible and also how long I could make her hold out. I wanted it all.

My pace increased but only slightly, and only at the urging of Raine’s hips. I felt the pattern she set as she raised up to meet my thrusts and matched it. Soon, she was moaning under me and moving her hips from side to side. I reached between us, running the pad of my thumb over her clit as she cried out, and her body started clamping down on me.

She shuddered under me and all around me. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as her back arched, and she tossed her head to one side, allowing me to suck on the pulse point at her neck while her muscles squeezed down on my cock. It was glorious. It was divine. It was perfection, and I was taken by surprise by the suddenness and intensity of my orgasm. I held her tight to me – nearly pulling her off the sandy ground below us – and screamed into her shoulder, my mouth against her skin, trying to hold back the intensity of my cries.

I came inside of her, feeling myself filling her completely with everything I had, from my ineffective semen to my intense need to feel her skin against mine and the sheer, raw emotion I felt for her as she cried my name out again and again.

Collapsing onto her, I released panted breaths against her throat. The fingers wrapped around my shoulders slid upwards and into my hair, holding my head tight against her skin. I kept my grip on her until my breathing started to slow and the intensity of what I was feeling began to ebb, but not disappear. Still, I held her tight against me, afraid if I moved too much I would slip out, and I wanted to stay exactly where I was. Maybe forever. I wondered how she would feel about that.

“I’m staying here,” I said into her ear as I pushed with my hips. Raine let out a short laugh and wriggled her backside a little.

“I’m okay with that,” she responded. “You feel so good there. I honestly didn’t think you were going to fit!”

“I’m really glad I do,” I said, “because I’m staying right here for as long as possible.”

I started kissing her throat, then her jaw, and finally her lips. Before long, I started moving in and out of her again, the slickness from ejaculating inside of her allowing me to move easily even though I wasn’t really hard anymore. I released her lips and moved down to her breasts, sucking each nipple into my mouth in turn while my hand took care of the other one. It didn’t take long before I was hard again and thrusting into her faster, listening to her moans and bringing her back to the brink of bliss.

She screamed out my name, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. If anything, the second orgasm inside of her was even better than the first. I wouldn’t have thought it possible. Afterwards, I still wasn’t interested in pulling out, so I maneuvered my hands between her ass and the sand, pulled her against me, and rolled so she was lying on my chest, but I stayed inside of her.

We didn’t speak or move for the longest time. Much like after telling her shit about my life, I wasn’t sure how I felt at that point. I knew I wanted this – I wanted her to lie on top of me for the rest of forever. I wanted to hold her and keep myself right where I was until I got hard again. Then I could start all over. Of course, that wasn’t really an option, and eventually Raine mumbled that she needed to get up, and I had to relinquish my hold.

We walked to the water by starlight, washed off in silence, and then walked back to the shelter. I lay down first and opened my arms for her to curl up next to me. Once she lay down, I felt her shiver from her wet, naked skin. I grabbed the blanket-towels from the raft and wrapped them around her, using both those and my body heat to keep her warm.

Raine let out a soft sigh, and I listened to her breathing regulate. The backs of my fingers stroked over her cheekbone, and I could see the corner of her mouth twitch in the moonlight. She was so beautiful, it was almost painful to watch. I felt her body relax against my chest and knew she was asleep. For a while I lay there, looking down at the beautiful woman in my arms trying to sort all this out in my head. I sighed and looked up to the roof of the shelter.

“I don’t understand this,” I said softly. “I wanted to fuck you that first night on the raft, but that was just because I wanted to get off and you were there. I still want to fuck you, but the reasons are all different. I’ve never felt like this after sleeping with someone…or during it…shit. This didn’t feel like I was fucking you…it was something else. I don’t know what it is. I want to be with you, and touch you, and hold you. I have this overwhelming desire

to protect you and make sure you’re safe. Every time I look at you, it’s like my chest gets crushed, and I just want to stare at you and hold on to you and tell you everything is going to be all right. I don’t know what this is, Raine. I don’t understand what you’re doing to me.”

I felt her fingers against my jaw and glanced down into her opened eyes. Fuck. She hadn’t been asleep after all. Her mouth turned up into a beautiful smile, and her response ended me.

“I love you too, Bastian.”

Her words coated me like warm caramel, and I was immediately wrapped in the meaning behind her short, simple, insanely complex sentence. She had a name for what I was feeling even when I did not. I had thought what I felt for Jillian was love, but it was nothing compared to what I felt for Raine. I would do anything to guarantee her safety, and I would do anything to make whatever this was between us continue for as long as possible. I wanted to be with her, next to her, under her, on top of her, beside her, inside her – I wanted everything with her.

“Is that what this is?” I choked out, the sudden emotion of it hitting me square in the chest. If I hadn’t already been horizontal, I’m sure I would have fallen over.