The Protector 2

Chapter One-15

I am panting, the rapture is slowly calming down inside me, but my intimate muscles still contract when Rafe has stopped moving in there. While he gasps with his face sweetly nestled into my neck, I get a strange sensation. I run my hands on his tensed back muscles, I sense that his body is still tense, he’s still holding me tight, but he’s not making a move. Something’s wrong. I stir a little under him, so he shivers and makes a sound of agony. I turn to the side to look into his face, but he still keeps himself stubbornly buried in the curve of my neck. At this point I realize what’s going on. Rafe is still all the way inside me, and still stone hard. He hasn’t c*m yet, hasn’t reached orgasm, but why? I just can’t comprehend what the problem is, as I could really feel the vehemence with which he took me. Whatever is going on in his head, it’s dead certain that his body is shouting for satisfaction. It’s stiff and still pulsing in me. What the hell is the problem?

Rafe

I’ve never fought this hard to keep self-control. I wanted to take her to the top without my getting there. I’m punishing myself, but I didn’t think this would be the cruelest torture in the world. I’ve made this woman mine, the one I’m longing for like the soil is thirsty for a drop of rain in drought, yet, I feel like I don’t have the right to enjoy this. I’m accomplishing a mission, and my pleasure is not a part of it. She is in the focus, she’s the one I want to give pleasure to, and I’ve managed to do it. Twice. But in the meantime, I’m dying to let myself go and explode together with her, yet, I’m not allowing myself that. My muscles are about to snap, and I’m struggling like an animal.

Raven gropes my hair, and pulls my face to her. She studies me almost worryingly, with a frown. Her face is flushed, her lips are bloated, and there is rapture in her eyes. God! She’s so beautiful.

“Are you okay?” she asks, tilting her head.

I nod with my lips squeezed tight, and something like a groan leaves my throat. Her fingers lightly run along my mouth, and she looks at me observingly. Apparently, I haven’t managed to convince her.

“I don’t think so. What’s wrong? You still…” she looks down at our bodies joined together, and bites on her lips. I look at her pleadingly. “Why not…? Did you not enjoy it?” she asks uncertainly.

I moan out loud, but still don’t make a move.

“What do you think?” I mumble.

“Should I really say what I think?” she asks, and draws a firm circle with her hips.

“s**t, Raven! Stop doing that,” the words break from me with despair.

“Stop doing what? Are you fooling me?”

“No. I just… wanted you to enjoy it. This is only about you, Rae. I don’t count.”

“What are you talking about?” she stares at me with shock, and as she begins to stir again, I hold her shoulders down to keep her in place.

“Don’t you get it? I wanted you to like it. Was it good?” I ask hesitantly.

She blinks with embarrassment. I can see that she’s not following me.

“Of course it was. It was damn good. I don’t think it was too hard to get that from my reaction.”

I run my thumb along her upper lip, and heave a deep sigh. Despite all my momentary misery, there is wild joy running through my veins. Mission accomplished.

“You know fine well what I mean. I don’t deserve this. It’s you I want to make happy. At least for a short while.”

She pushes my hand away from her mouth, and stares at me with wonder, furrowing her brow.

“Do you think it makes me happy, seeing you like that?”

Fuck it. This is definitely a trick question.

“I don’t know. Does it?” I ask back.

“s**t. Do you think I’m some kind of a monster?”

“Damn it, no!” I struggle, and pulling myself onto my elbows, I dig my fingers into my hair. Where is this going? How will I get myself out of this? “You’re amazing, Rae. But I know that you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you,” she shrugs her shoulders, rolling her eyes. She doesn’t look at me, instead, she just begins to circle on my shoulder with her finger, as if she’s embarrassed.

“Really?” I pull a little smile, and my heart is throbbing wildly. She doesn’t hate me!

“Of course I don’t, smart ass! Do you think I would be here with you now,” she points her chin towards the spot where our bodies are linked, “if I hated you?” I heave a sigh of relief, although the relief doesn’t apply to my d**k, which is still pressed against Raven’s inside. “I want it to be good for you too. I want you to… cum.” She finally said it, apparently mustering all her courage.

“Raven, I…”

“It doesn’t give me joy to see you suffer.”

“I’m not suff…” I try to contradict, but the witch lustfully rubs her hips against mine, to give her words emphasis. A wave of lust shakes my whole body. “Oh f**k,” I shout out loud, and I dig my fingers into her long hair.

“Another move like that, and I swear I’ll be done,” I whisper. “I won’t be able to stop if you do this to me again.”

Raven repeats her previous line, and joyfully watches me writhe with suppressed pleasure.

“I don’t want you to stop. I want to see you enjoying it,” she whispers into my ear, digging a line into my back with her nails, and provokingly groping my butt.

That’s it. I give up. I’m no saint, for sure. I interlock our fingers and place her hands above her head. I begin to move inside her, at first dictating a slow and even pace, in and out, in and out. When she takes the rhythm and her body writhes with me, I speed up a little. We moan in canon every time I thrust into her all the way, and fill her up perfectly. The speed is eccalarating, I am panting, and as Raven wraps her legs around me, I couldn’t even stop if I wanted to. We hold on to each other with obsession, and before reaching the top, we catch one another’s eyes. In mine, she can see nothing else but passion and adoration. I don’t deserve her, who even now is giving me pleasure, even though I treated her in such a rotten way. As she says my name again and again while I’m riding waves of joy, satisfaction pours over me, and I know I’m damn lucky. Raven Bertone is the greatest miracle that’s ever happened to me, and I swear to my life, I don’t know why it took us so long to finally be able to give one another real rapture.

I breathe her in, her taste, her scent, and feel that this is the first moment I’m really breathing since Raven stepped out of that filthy room and left me in the rugby house.

Raven

It’s dawn when I open my sleepy eyes and blink out of the window. All my parts are sore, but in the pleasant way one feels after making love all night. The thing is, after the first time, Mr. Harlan couldn’t get enough of me. Smiling to myself, I recall that after the first round he not only didn’t calm down, but began to soar, and took me two more times before he let me go to sleep and he fell asleep himself. The truth is, we are really good together. Rafe is unbelievably good at reading my body’s reactions. This sensitive man doesn’t even resemble the selfish Halloween night monster. In the twilight I admire his sight as he lies on the bed face down, breathing evenly and looking so beautiful that my heart aches. We decided on one single night, and we both agreed that there would be no continuation. I try to convince myself that this is the right thing to do, because we couldn’t function together on the long run. Even though we are in perfect harmony in bed, there is life outside the bedroom too, isn’t there? – I ponder while studying Rafe’s broad shoulders and back, tense with muscles. My uterus contracts with lust as I think about the things we did in the past hours, and as I recall how he cherished every hidden nook of my body, I’m close to breaking the agreement and waking him for an extra round.

I take a deep breath and pull away from him. It was a phenomenal night, but it’s over. I have to gain my sobriety back, and that would happen much easier if Rafe’s erect manliness wouldn’t press against my belly. While I get off the bed and collect my things from the floor, it also occurs to me to talk to Johnny as soon as possible. We didn’t pledge to be faithful to each other, yet, I feel guilty as sin. Since Rafe made a new appearance in my life, I hardly ever think of Johnny, which speaks volumes of my feelings. My bad conscience is devouring my soul. I must call him urgently. I have to break up with him, and that has nothing to do with how my relationship with Rafe is going to work out in future. If Rafe and I never see each other again after this crazy affair, I still can’t stay with Johnny. I can’t give myself false hopes any longer. I want more. Excitement, thrill, and butterflies in my stomach, in other words, I want the full package, and can’t be happy with less. I desire the kind of love that my parents shared, and now I see that Johnny is not the one for me. Rafe might not be either, but what I feel when I’m with him cannot be compared to anything else.

I’m not sure he’s really sleeping or just finds making small talk too embarrassing after our crazy love-making, so he pretends to… But, by all means, I’m happy that I can leave his room without being seen.

The house is filled with silence as I lurk into the bathroom. I quickly get washed, and while brushing my teeth, I study my mirror image with critical eyes. My cheeks are flushed, my eyes glitter in a strange way, my hair… is a mess. The pulsing of my female parts remind me of the unusual s****l activity of last night. Unusual? – I roll my eyes, grinning. I’ve never had so much s*x in the course of a single night. I had no idea my body was able to have four orgasms in just a few hours, but Rafe proved to me that it was. My mind protests in vain as my heart tells me this is all because of him.

As I comb my hair, I brood over the fact that two unusually awkward conversations await me today, and I want to get at least one of them over with. I feel guilty about Johnny, so I decide to call him first. Quietly, I sneak back into my own room, and crouching on the edge of my bed, I call his number. It’s very early, but I simply can’t wait any longer. I must talk to him at once.

After the second ring, Johnny answers the phone, which surprises me a bit. Strangely, it seems like he was expecting my call. I talk in a whisper; for one thing, I don’t want anybody, especially Rafe, to find out that I’m making a call, and secondly, because I’m feeling so horrible about what I have to say, that I find it hard to squeeze the words out of my mouth.