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Out of nowhere, Mango leaps between us, startling Rainaawake. I quickly jerk my hand back as she opens her eyes and spots Mango purring right in front of her. That cat is a bit of an attention whore. A smile spreads across Raina’s face as she begins to stroke Mango. “Hey there, sweet girl,” she coos, her voice still heavy with sleep. Her gaze shifts to mine, and I catch a glimmer of last night’s memories in her expression. “Uh…good morning,” she stammers, suddenly aware that she isn’t fully covered. She sits up against the headboard, tugging the blanket around her.
“Good morning,” I reply. “Did you sleep well?”
She glances at me and beams. “I actually slept really, really well.” I can’t help but smile back.
“Well, I’m glad to hear that…um, how are you feeling this morning?” I recall her curled up and crying last night, and I hated every moment of it.
She shifts slightly in bed, wincing a bit. “I feel good…just a little sore down there,” she responds.
I furrow my brows, noticing her gaze drop to her lower half. “Oh,” I say, my voice flat. “I’m sorry…if I was too—”
She interrupts me with a giggle. “Ezra, it’s a good thing. I had a feeling you were well gifted in that department,” she blurts out, quickly covering her mouth with her hand and trying to mask her embarrassment. I fall silent, not wanting to draw any more attention to the matter.
Raina’s green eyes scan over me. Her expression quickly changes, no longer embarrassed, but something more, something deeper. She moves, letting the covers fall from her shoulders, revealing her tits and stomach. She sits on her knees, turning to face me. “What are you doing?” I mumble.
She places her finger over my lips. “I’ve wanted to do this since the time you came to my apartment and made Scottie watch you fuck me with your mouth.” Heat crawls through my skin. She brings her lips near my ear; my skin tingles as I feel herlips brush my neck. “I’ve imagined this so many times, while touching myself.” My dick jerks at her comment, I can feel it harden at her sinful words. She takes her tongue, running it along my neck where my scars and tattoos mingle. I grunt at the feel of it. I can’t explain the sensation it gives. It’s painful, but it hurts so fucking good.
She moves down my chest, then along my arm, kissing and licking every scar. My fingernails dig into my palms as I try to stay calm. She gently moves my arm slightly, making sure to get the ones taking over my right side. I’ve allowed no one to touch me like this or my scars, yet somehow I can’t find the words to stop her. She looks up, placing her hands where the blanket meets my stomach. She brings her eyes down to where my dick stands straight up underneath, licking her lips. I’m frozen, hypnotized by her. She slowly pulls back the covers, exposing my hard length. She swallows hard, taking it in. She quickly pulls a hair tie off her wrist and puts her hair up.
She moves from beside me, going between my legs and sitting on her knees. Her eyes catch on my inner thighs where the skin grafting is visible. For a moment, I see sadness in her eyes, but she quickly masks it, leaning down and kissing each spot tenderly. My eyes slam shut and my fist grips the sheets, almost pulling them from the sides of the mattress. A heavy gasp shoots from my mouth. She stops, reeling in on my hard cock. She scoots closer, positioning herself where she needs to be. I breathe slowly, trying to show I do have some form of control in this situation, but fuck, it’s hard with her.
She grips the base of my length with both hands, and my stomach tightens at the feel of her soft hands on me. She slowly blinks at me as she lowers her head. She slides her tongue over the tip, causing my mouth to fall open. She leans up just for a moment, spitting on my dick and running her hands up and down. She is so fucking naughty.This view of her naked,taking me in her mouth, this will be my undoing. She wraps her lips around me and begins sucking and tugging with her hands. I groan deeply. “Fuck, Raina,” I say through clenched teeth. She continues sucking me, looking up at me through her thick lashes. She grips my dick harder, sliding her mouth down me as far as she can go. The head of my dick hits the back of her throat, making a wet thumping sound. I release the sheets, clasping my fingers into my hair as my head falls back onto the headboard. “Raina, I’m about to cum.”
She pauses, licking her lips. “I want to have sex,” she breathes.
Fuck, I know I shouldn’t, but damn do I want to. I tug at my hair, looking toward the dresser. I clear my throat, trying to calm my breathing. “There are condoms in my—”
She cuts me off, “I don’t want you to wear a condom.”
I stare at her, unsure what to say. I’ve never had sex without one. “Raina, I’ve always used a condom.”
She adjusts her ponytail, quickly responding. “They make the pain worse afterward…just…do you trust me?” I gaze at her for a moment, really considering her question. I do. I do trust her. I nod my head. She bites her lip, quickly crawling up. She grabs my shoulder with one hand and grips my length in her other. She glances at me, her eyes flickering as she positions herself.
“Tell me when you’re about to—” She looks down at my dick, and before she gives me a chance to respond, she slides down onto me. My hands go from my hair to gripping her thighs. We both gasp at the same time. I can’t even comprehend how good this feels to have her on top of me. All these years, this is what I’ve missed out on.
She leans back, taking both hands and planting them on my legs behind her. I gaze deeply at her, wondering how I ever deserved to experience something like this with this beautiful human. I never want to forget this view of her, fucking ever. She thrusts her hips back and forth, sliding up and down my hardlength. Her head falls back between her shoulders as we both moan and gasp in ecstasy. I can already feel my release ready to erupt at any moment. I remove my right hand from her thigh, tracing my fingers up her stomach to the middle of her tits. My eyes glaze over, watching the way they naturally bounce each time she slams down on me. She grabs my hand, wrapping it around her left tit. I tighten my jaw, squeezing and rubbing as she picks up her speed. I can feel her legs and abdomen shaking from doing all the work. I quickly grab around her waist, my hands look so big gripping onto her. I follow her motions, taking over so her legs can rest. I pick her up and slam her down on my dick while thrusting up at the same time.
We both gasp and moan at how good it feels. I need to hold it long enough to let her orgasm—I can tell she is almost there. I thrust and slam her harder until I feel her pussy tighten around my length as her head falls again. “Fuck, Raina…I’m about to—” I slam into her one more time before she pulls herself off of me and takes me in her mouth. She hollows her cheeks out, sucking the last remnants of my soul from my dick. I yell out her name as my body jerks from my release. My head falls back, my vision going white for a moment.
Holy shit.
Raina collapses beside me, wiping her mouth. We both lie speechless, trying to catch our breath. I rub my eyes, clearing my vision. I tilt my head in her direction. “Are you okay?” I breathe out.
She turns onto her side, looking up at me and nodding. “The cramping isn’t that bad this time, thankfully.” I wish she’d do the surgery, especially if it could help with the pain. It can’t be enjoyable dealing with it monthly and or during sexual encounters.
We both lie silent, trying to comprehend everything that has happened in less than twenty-four hours. Raina eventuallyscoots closer to me, resting on her elbow. “Why do these scars look so different from the others?”
I watch her as she points at my left side. My chest tightens at her sudden question. I’ve never had anyone question them because I’ve kept them hidden all this time. I glance down at my side, noticing how different they look.Because the fire did not cause those scars. I did. Sometimes I burn myself as a punishment. Because I’m a piece of shit that deserves pain and emptiness.The thought sits in my thoughts unspoken.I quickly clear my throat. “I…uh…just didn’t get burned as bad there.” She pinches her brows together, but nods in understanding. I take a deep breath, relieved she’s not pressing any further.
She rests her head in the palm of her hand, studying the tattoos on my arms as they intertwine with scars. A relaxed smile plays on her lips. “I think they’re beautiful.”
I tilt my head, puzzled. “Beautiful?” I repeat flatly.
She nods, her gaze steady. “Yeah...I mean, they’re a part of you, right? They tell a story that you survived.”
I scoff, running my hand through my hair. “Sure, they tell a story of a teenage boy who made a selfish choice and ended up burning his family alive.”
She looks at me, but I can’t meet her eyes. “You really shouldn’t be so hard on yourself...give yourself some grace. You’ve been through a lot, and you could have lost your life—”
