“What?” I panted.
His hands spanned my ribs again, holding firm and his eyes locked with mine.
“Do it, baby.”
Oh God, this was hot.
This was scary.
This was crazy.
I clasped my hands behind my back.
One of his hands slid in, down; his fingers went through the hair between my legs and whispered over my clit then it was gone.
A reward.
An infinitesimal reward.
God.
Torture.
Brilliant.
“Good, Hanna, now keep your hands clasped. No matter what you feel, what I do, what you want. Will you do that for me?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Good, baby, now arch your back for me.”
Oh God. God. God. God.
I arched my back for him and he immediately leaned in and added his lips and tongue to the torture his fingers were perpetrating. They moved, they touched, glided, grazed and they did this an eternity before just the tip of his tongue glided over my nipple.
I was so primed, heat bolted through me and I whimpered, “Raiden.”
“Keep arched for me, honey,” he murmured to the skin between breasts.
He kept a hand giving nothing but constantly toying between my legs, the other one held me at the hip, and then suddenly his mouth closed over my nipple and he pulled deep.
I was so ready, I needed that so much, my entire body bucked. I cried out, my hands came unclasped and I almost drove them into his hair to hold him to me before I remembered, pulled it together and clasped them behind me again.
He stopped suckling.
No!
“Raiden.” It was a plea.
“Stay still, Hanna.”
“Sweetheart—”
Another glide of just the tip of his tongue over my nipple; my clit pulsed, my body jerked and I moaned.
“Trust me,” he whispered.
Oh God, oh God.
God.
More toying, more nothing, all of it full of promise; more torment, then both of Raiden’s hands slid back to my ribs, his mouth moved from me and I tipped my head down to see his tipped back.
“Climb on, baby.”
Finally.
I didn’t hesitate. I put a knee to the bed on one side of his hips, one on the other side and settled in.
“Hold onto my shoulders,” he ordered and I put my hands on his shoulders.
His hand went between my legs, and no fooling around, he drove two fingers inside.
Oh yes.
Yes.
Finally!
I gasped, my head fell forward and hit his shoulder and his turned so his growl went directly into my ear.
“Ride those.”
I rode them. Oh God, did I ride them. My head turned, my face pressed into his neck, my hands grasping his shoulders, I rode his fingers and I did it desperately because I needed it. I needed it to hold me together. I needed it because I was coming apart at the seams.
“Stop,” Raiden demanded.
“Oh, honey, please, no,” I gasped.
“Stop, Hanna.”
I stopped on a mew of reckless despair, but I got more instantly.
“Free me,” he ordered.
I lifted up, looked in his eyes and he was shifting. His hand to the back of his jeans, he pulled out his wallet.
Oh yes.
Thank God, yes.
He unearthed a condom, tossed the wallet on the floor as I held his eyes and clumsily worked his jeans.
I finally got them as I needed them and pulled him free.
His cock was big, long, thick and rock-hard, and I wanted it inside me.
“Take the packet, Hanna, and roll it on me.” He barely finished his order when I snatched the packet out of his hand, but he said, “Slow, baby.”
Darn.
I looked at him and forced myself to go slowly. This kind of worked, mostly because my hands were shaking so badly and they got to shaking worse when his hands moved to my breasts, his thumbs started circling my nipples and I lost concentration as that throbbed from nipples to clit.
I finally did it and I was about to wrap my hand around his cock when his words stopped me.
“I’m gonna guide you on me then you’re gonna take over, and when you do, you’re gonna fuck me slow.”
I held his eyes and my voice trembled when I told him, “I don’t know if I can do slow, Raid.”
When I said his name, his eyes flashed, but his lips said, “Slow, Hanna.”
“I—”
“Trust me.”
I swallowed and nodded.
“Hold onto my shoulders again, honey.”
I did as I was told.
Raiden did as he promised, moving me, positioning me, and with a hand around his cock, his other arm around my hips, he guided himself in as he pulled me down, filling me.
My head fell back at the sheer beauty.
Then his hands spanned my hips.
“Look at me.” I forced my head forward. His eyes caught mine, the pads of his fingers dug in and he ordered, “Lips to mine, baby, the whole time you fuck me slow.”
Yes.
I could do that.
So I did it.
Lips to his, my eyes open, his eyes opened, I moved on him.
Instantly, I needed more.
“When can I go faster?” I asked.
“Slow,” he answered.
“Yeah, but when can I go faster?”
“I’ll tell you, honey, now slow.”
I went slow.
I couldn’t do slow.
It was undoing me.
My hands slid up to the sides of his neck and I begged, “Raiden.”
One of his hands slid up to my breast, covered it and his thumb rubbed hard against my nipple.
I moved faster and gasped, “Raiden!”
“Slow down, Hanna.”
“Oh God,” I whimpered as I forced myself to do what he said.
His thumb kept at my nipple, and it built, and built, and built until I felt like my skin was going to split open.
“Raiden, honey, please.”
His other hand moved up my back, his fingers went into my hair, fisted and he growled against my lips, “Okay, Hanna, fuck me hard now, baby.”
Instantly, I complied.
Just as instantly, Raiden’s finger met his thumb, he tugged hard at my nipple and that seared through me.
I moaned against his lips and rode him harder.
“Fuck, but my girl is fucking magnificent,” he rumbled. “Harder, baby, fuck me.”
I fucked him harder, gasping, whimpering, moaning. One of my hands slid into his hair and just like his at mine, it fisted. Hard.
“That’s it, baby, ride me,” he grunted as I moved. “Fuck. Magnificent. You gonna give it to me?”
“Yes,” I whispered, and his hand left my breast, traveled down and shot between my legs.
“Then give it to me,” he ordered.
His thumb tweaked my clit and that was all I needed.
I drove down and grinded in. My head flew back, my back arched and I cried out as I flew apart.
“Un-fucking-believable,” I heard Raiden rasp.
Then I was on my back, Raiden’s hips slamming into mine and I took him, still coming, my limbs clutching him to me, my hand still fisted in his hair. I lifted my hips to give him more even when it left me and I shoved my face in his neck.
“Fuck me harder, sweetheart,” I gasped into his neck. His hand still in my hair tugged back, but his face stayed in my neck and his cock drove hard and deep.
Then I felt his teeth sink into my flesh as his fingers fisted tighter in my hair. I whimpered as pain that came as pleasure hit and an aftermath shiver of pure bliss whispered through me.
Raiden planted himself to the root. I felt him come, and when he did he groaned so deep into my neck it traveled through my throat and felt like it shook the bed.
I held on and gloried when my body jolted as his hips jerked through his own aftermath of thrusts, pounding into me, once, twice, again and again, then finally his orgasm began to wane and the thrusts gentled, became glides and he stopped deep.