Page 30 of Rich Girl
He digs his teeth into my breast while his tongue is playing havoc on my nipple. He then runs his rough hands over my skin, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
There is so much pressure building inside of me, I’m not sure how I can stop the wave threatening to crash into me and taking over my entire being.
“Not yet,” Ray growls at me from around a mouthful of my flesh. His one hand runs circles around my opening never actually making contact with the one spot I need touched the most.
Tears form in the corners of my eyes, too many emotions annihilating the sense of power I’ve always felt in the bedroom. The thing that shocks me the most is that I love this so much more. I enjoy him growling at me and telling what I am allowed to do or not. All my senses are on high alert, waiting for his attention.
He releases my breast with a soft pop of his lips. When I look down the length of my body, I notice him giving me the sweetest smile, dark hair looking all messy and obstructing his vision. It is at complete odds with what he’s doing to my body, making me want him more.
“Please,” I beg for yet a second time. My skin feels too tight, and if I don’t get any relief soon, it might just suffocate me with the tension.
Calm as always, Ray pushes himself back onto his knees. He looks around, like he’s searching for something, his incredible eyes brightening when he spots it.
Without getting off the bed, he stretches himself up until he reaches the box of condoms I placed there earlier. I was being optimistic at the time, and thank God for that.
He moves way too slow for my liking when he pulls the lid of the box open, his long fingers finally emerging with a condom. The sight of his stained hands holding it up gets me wetter yet. Iimagine him touching me as he opens me up before sliding right in.
I close my eyes and try to stay focused. I don’t want this experience to end before it even has a chance to begin. Because I have no doubt in my mind that what Ray is giving me here is an experience.
I am startled when something hits my chest. When I look down, I notice that he placed the condom in between my breasts. His smoldering eyes are boring into mine while he patiently waits for me to give him attention.
“Open it.”
For a second, I’m not sure what he’s talking about. I glance back down to the condom wrapper that’s scratching my skin lightly with every breath I take. It’s almost as good as when Ray touches me with his rough from work hands.
Not without great effort, I remove my hands from the headboard. My arms feel stiff at the elbows, and it takes me a second to loosen them up. My fingers shake when I grab the small packet and rip the seal off.
“Put it on.”
God, why does his voice have to do things to me? It’s like he put a spell on me. He could order me to walk outside naked, and I’d do it.
Desperate for him to finally get to business with me, I roll the condom on, wrapping my hand firmly around his base while my other hand cups his balls. I’m not sure what I was expecting to happen, but when he just lifts an eyebrow at me and gives me nothing else, I think I may have made a mistake.
“I asked you to put the condom on me, not your hands.”
And there it is, that growling sound he makes in the back of his throat when he wants to assert dominance. I live for it.
I take my hands off him and put them back over my head and against the headboard. The move pushes my chest higher,highlighting the firmness of my breasts as they sit up proudly. I know how blessed I am in that area, and I put a lot of work into maintaining it.
Ray continues staring at me, the same expression on his face as when he told me off. I can’t believe how turned on I am by everything he does or says. This is the most satisfying foreplay session. I wish I could say that I’d be happy just with this, but I’d be lying. I need him inside of me so badly, my entire body is tensed in anticipation.
As if reading my mind, Ray finally takes pity on me. He cups my breasts, squeezing them softly before dragging the palms of his hands down my ribcage and around my waist, my upper thighs, until he stops at my knees. He takes himself in his hand and takes position at my entrance, pushing in just a little.
My hips come off the bed, the electric current running between us propelling me higher.
I expect him to shove himself in with one strong push. Instead, he goes in inch by painfully slow inch. A sob escapes the back of my throat when he is finally in. He fills me in ways I’ve never felt before. The experience I thought I had with men flies out the window when he places his weight on top of me, mindful not to crush me.
“Put your arms around me.”
Our lips barely touch when he speaks, and I swear he slides in just a little more. I can feel him everywhere all at once. My fingers dislodge from the headboard once again before I wrap them around his shoulders like he asked.
“Your legs, too.”
I follow his directive, my ankles locking at the middle of his back as soon as they are wrapped around his hips.
Ray touches his lips to mine, the tip of his tongue giving me just a hint of what’s to come.
“We’ll go slow at first,” he tells me in between soft kisses.
