Surviving Raine (Surviving Raine 1)

“You are a terrible liar!” Raine screeched as I tickled her. “Just admit, for once, that you want to see my boobs!”

I captured her mouth with mine again, kissing her and stroking my tongue over her lips. When I pulled back, I ran my nose over the line of her jaw until I reached her ear. I don’t know if it was shaving her, seeing her partially naked earlier in the day, or wanting her just because I was always a horny motherfucker. Whatever it was, I didn’t feel like trying to hide it any longer.

“I want to see your boobs,” I whispered to her. “I want to touch them and taste them, and I don’t want to stop there. I want to make you come again.”

“It’s about time you said so.” Raine’s soft voice reverberated in my head. Her fingers were in my hair, and she pulled my lips to hers. As she kissed me, I realized she hadn’t said no, and I wondered how good an idea it might be to push my luck. My cock was very, very interested in pushing my luck.

My fingers coiled around the hem of the shirt and slowly started pulling it up. I went as slow as humanly possible, giving her every chance to stop me, but she didn’t. She let me keep going until I suddenly had to break away to pull it up over her head.

They were completely symmetrical and round and soft and absolutely, stunningly, incredibly beautiful. Slightly lighter than her more-often-exposed skin, her breasts reminded me of cream. The darker nipples just screamed at me to suck on them, but all I could do was stare at them and lick my lips.

“I don’t think you even know where armpits are,” Raine snickered. “You seem a little…focused.”

“Fucking gorgeous,” I muttered, half to myself, half to her. Raine turned her head to the side, a slight smile spreading over her lips. She moved to cross her arms over her breasts, but there was no way I was going to stand for that, not now.

Maybe never again.

“I can’t shave you like that,” I told her, shaking my head. I pulled gently at her wrists and moved her arms up over her head, grasping both wrists in one hand while supporting her back with the other. I lay her down on the fronds near the fire with her arms up over her head. God, she was beautiful. My eyes never left her breasts, and it took all the self control I had not to bury my face between them.

“You have to stop looking at them if you are still going to…um…shave me.”

“Unfortunately, you are probably right. It may take some time for me to inspect my work when I’m done, though.”

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 pussyland. 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.”