“You’ve changed your mind?” Those words might be the most painful ones I’ve ever spoken.
“No.” Raiden grinds out as he shakes his head. He looks like he’s in pain, and I quickly wriggle under him because I’m worried I might have trapped one of his balls at a funny angle or something. “Please don’t move…”
“Why…oh! Are you…is this…do you normally…”
“Do I have a problem with premature ejaculation? Not that I know of. Not until it came to you.”
This time I can’t help but giggle. It starts out as a small, normal laugh, but it grows and grows until I’m shaking below Raiden. He still has this pinched expression on his face like he’s been battling extreme constipation for a few days.
“I know it’s not funny,” I get out between giggles. “I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you. I’m sure it’s a compliment like you said. And if it happens, it happens. Whatever. We’ll just find something else to do until you’re ready to use it properly.”
“Ready to use it properly? They might as well write that shit down on my headstone now since I’m going to die from embarrassment right away.”
“Don’t.” I swivel my hips upward, and when I feel the bulge in Raiden’s shorts, I gasp. With my lady cave. It’s an internal gasp because heck yeah, the hardness feels really, really good, and I know if I could just grind and rock against it a few times, the throbbing going on in my belly and lower regions might let up a little bit.
“Do you have any idea how perfect you are?” Raiden groans. He kisses me so thoroughly that I can’t answer before he made his way down my chin. He doesn’t stop there, and I think he has a unique brand of torture in mind for me just to punish me for laughing at him. Not that I’m complaining.
He manages to support himself with one hand as he cups my breast with the other. He’s a master with those hands, and he knows what he’s doing because, in less than a second, he has my already hard nipple rolled between his thumb and index finger. I’m just wearing a thin lace bra since I can’t stand underwire, and I think Raiden knows that too. He then takes my nipple into his mouth, dress, bra, and all.
“Stop!” I beg. Raiden instantly stops. His mouth freezes, his body goes completely still. “No,” I moan. “Not stop, stop. I mean, just…just get inside me already…”
“That’s hardly any fun.” Raiden pulls back, scraping his teeth over my nipple as he goes. I hiss at the exquisite pain.
“I don’t care about fun. And I’m sure you’re good for another few rounds.”
“Are you?” The teasing tone in his voice is evident.
The hair on every bit of my body stands on end. “Yes!”
“Well then…” Raiden claims my lips like it’s seriously going out of style. As in, they might detach from my body and walk away if he didn’t keep them locked with his.
I kiss him back like I can’t get enough of him.
He lifts my hips and slides a hand up my thigh. I claw at his hand, frantically. Together, we get my panties off. They end up flung somewhere, although god knows where. I have brief visions of someone doing housekeeping in here and finding them after we leave because we can’t.
We both tug at Raiden’s shorts and boxers, and somehow, that comes free too. I’m not sure exactly how because he’s kissing me too frantically, and I’m just as frantic, whereas my brain isn’t functioning the way it should be. Once there isn’t any barrier between us except my dress, Raiden’s sure, strong, and warm hands push it up my hips, and then it’s just skin. Just our skin together. Together at last.
I wrap my legs around his waist. Good god, even with my thighs and calves, I can feel all the muscle running along his sides, and his ass feels like a granite boulder. Who needs an ass that hard? I mean, come on, that’s hardly fair.
Then, his Mr. Pokey Stick brushes my entrance, and I freeze. Holy. Holy. Actual. Shit. I’ve felt the bulge in Raiden’s shorts before when I was at his house, and I pretty much leaped onto his lap, but good lord. Whatever he’s currently packing feels much, much bigger. How could his clothing do such a good job of containing that? Raiden isn’t human. Raiden is a beast.
I gasp and arch my hips though I’m not sure what I’m trying to do—get away from it or get it into me. I’m a little afraid, and my lady cave is a tad scared too. Even if she’s wild with delight as well, nothing that big has ever been inside her. She’s afraid she’ll be a little bit wrecked, in a very pleasant way. And also in a not so pleasant way.