Chapter 175: [Bonus Chapter] About That Persuading
- DEX -
Raya hops onto the bed and bounces a few times, seemingly testing the mattress.
"It’s comfy," she grins and then leans back on her elbows, looking around at the room before those sultry blue eyes land on me again.
"I don’t remember telling you that you could try persuading me," I chuckle. But that certainly doesn’t mean I would object to her trying.
"You don’t remember that?" Her tone is sarcastic, and it makes me laugh more.
Watching Raya go from sweet to sarcastic is too cute. She has fire, but it’s baby fire—like a miniature dragon I could fit into the palm of my hand.
"No, I don’t." I cross my arms and smirk, but she already has this argument won. It looks like she knows it, too.
Raya leans forward to take one shoe off and then the other before following with her socks, letting each fall to the ground. Then she returns to her elbows so that her back is arched with her breasts offered like a prize for the taking. One corner of those beautiful lips tips up, and it suddenly occurs to me that her face is heart-shaped just like my mother’s.
It’s weird to be reminded of my mother at a time like this—when Raya is looking at me like she’s hoping I finish my breakfast right between her legs—but it makes her all the more endearing. Not that she needs any help. I’ve already tucked this girl into my soul and vowed my life to protect hers.
"Do I need to refresh your memory?" The flash of a dark desire flickers in her eyes and makes my cock twitch. I’ve never noticed that particular look from her before.
"You’re going to refresh my memory about a conversation that never happened?"
"Oh, it happened."
One of her feet runs up the length of my thigh and fondles the boys. She bites her lip and lifts the erotic foot higher—sliding the ball of it over my throbbing, caged length that strains to be given access to her skin. It wants to feel her—any part of her. Even her foot will do.
When Raya starts to retract her leg from this new seductive move of hers, I catch the delicate foot in my hand. Her eyes fly wide momentarily like I’ve surprised her, but when I start massaging the arch, offering just the right amount of pressure to that often neglected part that carries my goddess around, she groans softly. Perfect.
Without letting go of her foot, I reach back toward the table with my other hand and grab the phone that calls Carrie, the flight attendant. She picks up on the very first ring. Then when the skylight slides back at my request and Raya’s mouth drops open, giving me a glimpse of that little pink tongue between her lips, I decide that this jet is worth every single penny.
"So about that persuading..." I say in the least smooth way ever, but Raya doesn’t seem to care. Her heated gaze returns to mine from the clouds, tongue darting out to wet her lips as her chest inflates a little more, making her breasts even more pert and obvious and tempting.
I kiss her foot before moving my hands down to her calf and massaging it—making a path. I get handfuls of her sexy thigh next, and I barely skim over the apex of her thighs before working on the other leg to make it even. My massage is directed with passion, with care... envisioning those muscles in her body like they are my own and knowing how to pleasure them with the right intensity of my thumbs and roll of my hands.
"Does that feel good?" I kiss her other foot before letting it go and then following its descent onto the bed, prowling over Raya’s body on all fours.
"Yes," she whispers, and I focus on those rosebud lips.
I want to bite them—make them swollen and red and then slide between them and lick the silk of that delicious mouth. Instead, I lean back on my heels and roll her over on her stomach. She gasps—a breathy sound that only makes me want to shock her more.
Raya pushes onto her forearms, and I reach around, grabbing under her chin and angling her mouth so I can kiss her from behind. It’s not the best access for kissing, but fuck—her tongue against mine and the elegant column of her neck under my hand...
I press into her ass with my hips, grinding against those perfectly round cheeks and wishing I had the power to remove her clothes with the snap of my fingers. She’s so delicious—every inch, every angle. And every part is mine.
I kiss the top of her head and then pull down the waist of her pants so that my hands can massage those mounds that fit perfectly under my palms. It’s like her proportions were made for me—or mine for hers. It’s a cliche, but Raya and I fit together like a puzzle. And right now I want to explore every area where our pieces align.
My hands encircle the outside of her ass, squeezing the two cheeks together and groaning at what this visual does to my thickening arousal. Instead of taking Raya right now, I kiss and nibble and tease the rear cleavage that no one else gets to see, making it blush red from my teeth while Raya wiggles adorably underneath me.
Then I spread her apart and slowly run my tongue along the other silky cavern of her delicious body. She gasps and shudders when I do it again and then return to the little nub of nerves until she comes apart around my tongue with whimpers and tremors.
Her eyes are glazed over when I turn her back over and finish the job of removing her pants. I only started it before but got distracted.
"The door," she says on a sigh, lifting her shirt over her head as I go to lock it so that when I return, she is almost entirely naked under the sky. All I have to do is make that sheer bra disappear. "I am supposed to be persuading you, not the other way around."
"Well I got you up here to show you heaven. I don’t want to miss the opportunity," I smirk, pulling my own shirt off and then stepping out of my pants so I can prowl over her again.
This time, my cock drags against the plane of her belly, and I get a flash of that part of her round and heavy with my child. I know we don’t need to do that now—I want time with just the two of us so I can spoil her and only her for awhile—but I know this woman is going to carry my children. And I am going to worship at her feet even more than I do now when that happens.
"You are so beautiful, Raya," I rasp, descending onto my forearms so that I’m poised just over her—a breath away—shielding her from the heaven that I told her I wanted her to see. But right now, I want her attention on only me.
When I take her mouth and slide into her, she moans into me—giving me a deep rumble in my throat while I give her the deep thrusts below. Then her legs hook around my waist, and I get to work pressing every vow and promise I have between her legs—grunting with the assurance that I mean them. I mean every swift movement, every roll and piston, every infinite, divine whisper of soul between us.
"Yes," Raya whimpers with trembling lips, squeezing her eyes closed.
"Look at me." My fingers thread through her hair. "I want you looking at me while I give my soul to you."
Her blues return, piercing and glittering like the rarest jewel, while her eyebrows tent upward like she’s going to cry. But her eyes stay fixed on mine—a gaze so deep... so deep it goes back to an ancient origin between us that I can’t even recall except to know that it’s home. She is home.
This act between us is a cluster of contradictions and yet the absolute pinnacle of existence at the very same time. I want to devour this woman—this home of mine—at the same time that I want to worship her. I want to destroy her and protect her. I want to make her scream my name and cling to me as if I’m the very source of life itself, and yet I want her to be safe and secure in my absence.
"I love you," I whisper—words so dull in comparison to the twinning of the physical and emotional threading through us at this moment.
"I love you, too," she breathes against me, and then I hit a spot that shatters her—sends her into another cascade of tremors that clenches me tight and has me following right after.
After several more thrusts, we find ourselves wrapped in each other’s arms, panting, and clinging.
"How is it always like this?" She says breathlessly.
"Like what?" I kiss her lips and then kiss them again.
"Like the best thing that’s ever happened."
I smile, dragging my fingers along her sensitive skin and making her tremble more with the touch.
"I’m serious," she says, chest rising and falling with deep pants. "Is this normal?"
"I guess it is for us." I chuckle and then roll onto my back, taking her with me so that an arm and leg sprawl over my body.
The sky is above us and below us, and we’re riding on air. This is the first time where our physical location has matched how I feel inside.
"You’re going to be hungry again," I say after some time, kissing her forehead. "You should eat more. Want me to bring it into bed?"
"Dex and Melon Pan while I’m flying through the air," she sighs. "I’ve died, haven’t I? This really is heaven."
