Page 70 of The Fighter
Tilting her head, Raven grinned. “It would have to be huge because a hunter with his prey in a small cage grows lazy and bored. The hunter would have to feel like the panther was free, so he could hunt her down again and again and keep things interesting.”
“Good point, especially if she became the only one he was allowed to hunt.”
We were smiling at each other.
“Are we still talking about us?” I asked. “It got a little complicated there.”
“Did it? You want me to sum it up for you?” She kissed my nose. “You’re the hunter and you have to lure me into your bed to get what you want. But you have to make the sex so good that I will want to come back.”
“It takes two to have good sex. It’s not my fault if you’re bad at it…”
“Wow.” Raven leaned her head back and laughed again. I loved how relaxed my lame jokes made her, or maybe it was the kissing. “I can guarantee you that I’ll be the best lover you’ve ever had.”
My heart was full of mischief and I used a playful tone of voice. “Compared to my other nonexistent lovers, you mean?”
“Yup.”
“Then I can guarantee you as well that I’ll be the best lover you’ve ever had.”
“Sounds like we have nothing to lose.”
I knew that wasn’t true. There was a big fucking chance that this hunter might shoot himself in the foot by obsessing about a delicious panther he could never fully catch. I didn’t tell her that because I was done talking and began pulling off her clothes one item at a time.
Part of me expected her to say stop, but for every item that came off, my confidence grew. “You really want this, don’t you?”
Raven was so goddamn beautiful when she looked into my eyes and nodded. “Yeah, I want this.”
I was painfully aware that this wasn’t the scenario I had grown up picturing for my first time with a woman. Raven wasn’t my wife and there was a big chance she would only allow this to happen once. It was like being served a delicious meal with no guarantee you could ever have it again. Something so tasty that you’d want to eat it with gusto and at the same time lick it slowly to make it last.
“Your beard tickles,” Raven chuckled when I sucked on her breast. She was astride me and naked while I still had my briefs on. My hands were on her firm buttocks and with our difference in height, her sitting on me put us almost eye to eye.
“Do you feel that?” Our eyes were locked, and my breathing was getting heavier. “Do you feel how hard I am for you?”
Raven’s hands were on my chest and she rotated her hips in a slow deliberate movement, creating a magical kind of friction between us.
“Yes, I feel it.” With hooded eyes she leaned down and kissed me like it was an erotic art form – her teeth gently biting my lower lip, her tongue tasting me, and her hands weaving into my hair.
“Fuuuck.” I growled low and bored my fingers into her cheeks.
“Sorry about your briefs,” Raven mumbled into my mouth. “They are getting wet.”
I could feel it and it made me fucking lose my mind that her pussy was dripping wet because of me.Me!
“Spread that juice all over me.” I moved underneath her, grinding against her while pressing her hips further down. Raven sucked in air and closed her eyes.
“Ahh…”
“I’m never fucking washing these briefs again.”
Raven rose up on her knees and gave me a seductive smile. “Wanna take them off?”
I was quick to comply and moaned out loud as she closed her hand around my cock when it sprang free. “Raven… I… I…” My eyes closed and I couldn’t form a sentence.
“I’m not the only one who’s wet. You are wet too.” It sounded like a question, so I opened my eyes and explained.
“It’s pre-cum.”
“Hmm… does that mean you like it?”
