Page 79 of Isolation
I lean back against the wooden desk. The room is filled with both of our panting. A hit of fucking ecstasy and she didn’t even have to touch me.
But I am not quite done with her yet. Raven is still coming down from her high when I slowly move towards her.
“Baby, I need you to try to relax.”
Raven nods at me frantically, panting heavily.
In less than a second I have her on her back again. It’s the moment of truth. Her orgasm high will hopefully divert her usual reaction.
I move Raven’s fingers, which are still lying dormant on her pussy and spread her legs wide open to bury my face between them, to finish what I started.
Raven sounds like she is about to pass out when I suck on her clit. She is overstimulated, and her fingers dig into my hair.
She calls out my name right as she comes hard on my mouth. Raven’s whole body shudders, but this time for a very different reason.
I sigh a relief and kiss the inside of her thigh.
After I clean myself up in the bathroom, I come back to find her in the same unmovable state. A smile tugs at my lips at her state.
She is adorable. I just want to inhale her. She is intoxicating, like a trap. Once you fall into it, you can never dig yourself out.
I collect her in my arms, and reposition us. Raven’s head automatically falls on my chest.
She peeks up at me. “Hi,” she says sheepishly.
“Hi,” I kiss the top of her head.
We are both quiet. There is only one question that I want to ask. It's the elephant in the room that neither of us have directly addressed.
“Will this bring about anxiety? What sets it off?” I whisper in her hair.
Raven tenses for a moment, then responds, “I‘m fine right now. Random things set it off.”
I nod against her and wait for her to expand on it. She does not. I keep stroking her hair, brushing some of it off her face.
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Raven
I am still in a disheveled state. I can feel how hard my heart is thrumming.
I don’t know what Milo is talking about. I don’t feel dread. My lust is dominating over all of my other senses.
My eyes land on Milo’s semi-hard cock. We just finished but I shouldn’t be surprised. I am about to trail my hand down his stomach when Milo stands.
“Our clothes should be washed by now. I am going to throw them in the dryer.” He stands to move away from the bed.
“Wait,” I urgently whisper. “Don’t move.”
Before we do anything else, I need to show him that I am not scared. That we can move past… our past.
It’s just an adjustment period. It’s a situation that’s unique to our relationship. I doubt other normal couples are trying to navigate such tricky waters.
Milo frowns at my request but gives me a nod. I get on my legs, which are still shaking after the orgasm, and move closer towards him. I brush some of the hair off his forehead.
He still needs a damn haircut for his unruly hair. His handsome face is now sporting a five o’clock shadow, and his eyes are shining like the city of Oz as he quietly speculates, trying to figure me out.
Stroking his cheek, I move my hand down between us. Milo groans low in his throat when I wrap my fingers around the base of his dick.
