The Protector 2

Chapter One-14

“f**k it, Raven!” I moan, lost.

She instinctively moves to cover herself with her arms, but I shake my head, and take her wrist with gentleness.

“Please, don’t. L-l-let me see you. You’re beautiful,” I stutter enchanted, and leaning over her, I roll my tongue around the first, then the second n****e, with religious devotion. True to my determination to make up for the missed opportunity in the past, now with slow pleasure I spoil her with my tongue and fingers until she pleadingly whines my name.

“Do you like it when I do this?” I ask, and I suck her in strongly between my teeth.

She gropes my hair and sighs. I look into her face dizzy with pleasure, and wait for her response.

“Yes… this, this is very good,” she sighs.

Her body trembles under my hand, and I can feel that she’s very close. All my secret hopes are exceeded by the sensitivity she shows when reacting to my touch. Her moans are growing louder, and I can see that she’s losing control. I slide up a bit higher, pressing my mouth against hers, and I kiss her deeply. My tongue moves in sync with my hand, I slide two fingers into her, pumping in and out with growing power, bending my fingers up, not forgetting about her c******s either. Raven’s spine is tensed in a vault on the mattress, her fingers are clutching the bedsheet.

“Rafe, I… oh, God!”

“I know, Bella. Just let go,” I whisper into her mouth, pressing my lips onto hers, to swallow her abandoned screams.

I had no idea she was so untamed and loud during s*x. Damn it, I hardly know anything about her, but I take crazy pleasure in how she falls into pieces under my hands. I don’t want to calm her or silence her, so I just suck the lustful screams in. My fingers are putting on more speed, my hand holds the back of her neck fast as the pulsing waves of orgasm take her body.

Raven

Out of breath and with eyes wide open, I stare at the ceiling, while slowly coming round from the ecstasy. Rafe is still holding me tight in his arms, his crotch is sliding up and down my nude body. He drives me totally insane as the bulging front of his jeans skilfully teases my flesh so sensitive after the climax. It’s absolutely crazy what he has done to me, and I honestly don’t want it to end. He bites on my ears with lustfulness, kisses my neck in such a way that I’m already trembling for more. One minute after the mind-blowing satisfaction, I want him again. Not just his mouth and hand, but I want to feel him deep inside me. But what if this was all? Maybe he didn’t even plan more. No matter how hard I fight it, disappointment is beginning to tighten my throat. After all, he has more than settled his debt. That’s what our agreement was about.

The only problem is that I love the taste of his kiss, the way he gropes my hair and presses me against him with possession, at the same time, providing safety. He makes me feel like we are a real couple who are not only having s*x, but making love to one another. The thought terrifies me how much I like this intimacy between us, I’m even filled with panic as I realize that I long to have much more with him. With a foggy brain I’m pondering that maybe I should get the hell out of here, while I still can. With determination, I should slide off the bed, put my nighty on, get into my slip, and saying thanks to him nonchallantly, just leave the room with my head held high. Yes. That’s a good plan. That’s what I have to do. And I will do it, in three minutes, two… one… Ah, if only he wasn’t licking my neck so softly, and wasn’t sucking on my breasts with such dedication. Wait just a minute! – I look down at him suddenly. Why the hell is he still cherishing me? I pull myself on my elbows, and with a frown, I stare at him sliding off me, standing up beside the bed, unbuttoning and lowering his jeans. I just can’t take my eyes off the gigantic bump that is pressing against his boxer shorts.

“What… what are you doing?” I say, this time I’m the one who stutters. “I thought…”

“You thought I was done with you?” he pulls up an eyebrow inquisitively, then lowers his boxers which land on the floor, next to our other stuff. I take a deep breath and open my mouth to speak, then close it again. Good Lord! Rafe is definitely not a shy one, and let’s be honest… why would he be? – I think with wonder, and now I’m beginning to realize why losing my virginity was so painful. His sturdy, proudly erect manliness attracts my stare like a magnet. With the past years’ sexuals experiences behind my back, I note that this man is perfection incarnate: naked, powerful, promising and an amazingly masculine beauty. At least, for me. As he grips himself, spreading his legs, with his hand pumping up and down on his p***s, I have to bite my tongue to oppress a loud Wow! That’s about to burst from me. I’m sure he can guess what’s on my mind from the saliva running down the edge of my mouth.

“You’re not…” I squeeze the words out, and fail to conceal my relief.

“Oh, Bella,” he groans. “I’m only just starting.”

He steps towards the bed, then pauses suddenly, and a shadow runs across his face. Oh God, what now? He goes to the bedside cabinet, rummages through the drawer, and takes out something that looks like a purse. He pulls out a small, rectangular sachet and turns back to me with visible relief. A condom. Thank God! It looks like my brain goes on holiday the moment this guy lowers his pants, because I swear, it never would have occurred to me. I don’t need to get into what happened last time we were together without protection.

He tears the plastic open and rolls the rubber on himself with routine movements, all the time fixing his eyes on me. Gripping the bedsheet, I stare at the amazingly erotic scene with pupils dilated wide. My crotch, filled with desire, is pulsing with pleasure, and as I squeeze my legs together tight, I feel my own moisture running down the inside of my thighs. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life.

Rafe climbs back onto the bed, his hand slides over to my ankle, and he pulls me to him firmly. Kneeling between my legs, with rough desire on his face, he studies the spot between my legs. This puts a colour on my face, and I instinctively try to bring my knees closer. He glances up, his hands glide from my ankles over my calves and onto my knees, and he shakes his head. Gently, but with firmness he opens my thighs and keeps them spread. I decline onto the pillow, and silently give thanks for having shaved my private parts tonight. How can he stare at that spot so openly, so long and without any modesty? – I wonder, but then realize that I actually understand it, as I could also stare at him naked for a whole night, carefully studying every sexy detail on his tattooed body. The thing is, my palms are itchy with the desire to be lain on him.

His hoarse, whispered words bring me back from my musings.

“Please, Rae. I know I don’t deserve it, but please, let me just look at you. You have no idea how beautiful you are.”

He leans over and buries his face between my legs. What answer could I give to that? I sigh loudly, my fingers voluntarily slide into his ruffly locks. I grope his hair, and press my crotch towards him, pleadingly. What he does with his mouth is driving me crazy, and at the same time I feel my spirit melting at his words of admiration. Why is he talking to me like that? I don’t want him to be so kind to me. Why is he talking to me like we are lovers? I don’t want to fall for him again. I want s*x. A big orgasm – or two – instead of romatic feelings – I argue with myself, because I’m terrified of the realization that I’m falling. Once again.

My body writhes with pleasure as Rafe’s teasing tongue is replaced by his hand on my most sensitive point. He glides into me with one, then two fingers, and as he bends them and begins to massage the inside of my v****a, I see starts around me, this time for joy.

“Please, Rafe! I can’t take it anymore.”

A little smile of contentment flashes through his face, then, taking his time, he begins to kiss my underbelly, advancing upward. He licks around my bellybutton, sucks on my breasts with lust, sucks in the skin on my neck, and by the time he reaches my mouth to take my lower lip between his teeth, I’m close to fainting. Bastard. My body trembles out of control under his hard torso. He presses his forehead against mine, and looks into my eyes.

“Are you sure?” he asks serenely.

“Oh hell. Yes. Please,” I moan. “I want it.”

I press my hips demandingly against his, and this causes him to moan loudly too. His determination is shaken as his bloated p***s rubs against my moist hotness. He takes my face between his hands, and all the time looking into my eyes, he gently besieges my entrance, each time making a little progress inwards. He does it exactly as he should have done eight years ago. He is gently pushing against my limits, his hips lustfully circle until we both get used to the closeness. I breathe haltingly, digging my nails into his back, and my body slowly takes him in. “Relax!” he whispers into my mouth, and spoils me with sweet kisses while sinking into me. When he feels there is no way further, he withdraws, and starts the sensual game again. My body doesn’t rebel against him this time, but it’s perfectly ready to take him in. I stick to him, surround him, suck him inside, and he gives it all he’s got. I have the feeling that he’s accomplishing a mission, he does all he can to erase the memory of that night. His pace is faster and faster, and I move with him. He locks a hand under my knee, and lifting my hips, he thrusts into me at an angle that almost kills me. I’ve never had anything like this before. I look into his face bathed in moonlight, and see that he squeezes his lips and eyes tight together. It’s hard to tell if what I see is an expression of pleasure, pain or concentration. My muscles tighten one more time, I pant digging my nails into his shoulders, signalling that I’m very close. I keep saying his name with dizziness, at which Rafe sticks a hand between our bodies tensed against each other, and massages my c******s by pinching it together, to give the final push.

I hold fast onto him, and while a new wave of joy rushes through my body, I don’t even care that we might be heard. I’m surprised at my own behaviour as I don’t typically let go of myself like this, I don’t often fall to pieces like this under a man. But this time it’s Rafe-the-first-love-of-my-life-Harlan who takes me to the top, the hottest man I’ve ever met, and it looks like my body reacts to him as sensitively as the other parts of my being. Rafe is not a perfect man, nobody knows better than me that he has his own flaws, but he means destiny to me.