by Emily Bishop
I don’t want to picture it. I like Lorn exactly as he is now. This is who he wants to be, and it’s my job to support him in every way I can.
Wait, no, it’s not. It’s not my job to do anything except be grateful to Lorn for all his help. Otherwise, we’re trekking into girlfriend territory, and I don’t want to go there yet. Not when I have no idea how Lorn feels. Besides, he wants to hide from the limelight forever. It’s something I’ve never minded. Could I give up my whole world to stay in the back woods with this man?
Digging too deep. Stop thinking that far ahead. Focus on fruit.
Lorn’s expression is curious, and I’ve been standing there staring at him like a lovesick idiot.
God, get it together Rayne. You are not the woman who drools over a man. Not even Lorn Hart.
“Uh, let’s get this chocolate melting,” I mumble. I turn away from him, because if I keep looking at him I may go blind, like I’m looking into the sun.
I reach for a microwave-safe bowl and dump the chips in, then melt them a little at a time, stirring after each session in the microwave.
“I’m surprised someone like you uses a microwave at all. Don’t you usually heat things nice and slowly over the stove?” Lorn asks from behind me.
I shrug, but I don’t turn around.
Focusing on the chocolate here. Not thinking about spreading it on Lorn’s chest and licking it off. Definitely not thinking about that.
The mixture is ready, and I turn my attention toward the fruit. Lorn watches me from behind. I’m not sure if I’m imagining the heat from his body, or if he is standing close enough for me to feel it. Once the stems are cut from the strawberries and the apples are cored and sliced, I move the bowl over to give Lorn some space.
“OK, now we dip.”
“Skippy dip or regular dip?”
I laugh. “That question does not apply to this situation. Now stop being dirty, and dip the fruit,” I command.
“Yes, ma’am,” he says, but there is no repentance in his voice. He likes making me think about sex. Does he think about it as often as I do? If he craves me like I crave him, he does. Our fingers brush as we dip the fruit and twist it to keep the chocolate from dripping. We set each piece on a plate, then move to the next, and it’s quick work with the two of us.
“Do we have to wait to eat this?” Lorn asks.
I grab the plate and walk over to the kitchen table. “Of course not. Chocolate waits for no woman or man.”
I notice that Lorn brings the leftover chocolate bowl with him. He sets it on the table and takes the seat next to mine. We’re sitting so close I can inhale the sweet scent of his skin, and my senses tingle.
What is it about this man that is so intoxicating to me? He’s like a drug, and I can’t stop getting my fix every chance I get.
I lift a strawberry, but Lorn swipes it out of my hand.
“Hey!” I protest. When my gaze meets his, though, my protest melts away.
There is desire there. Lust. Passion. Mischief. All the things I like to see in Lorn’s eyes. There is a promise in them that I hope he keeps.
He holds the strawberry out to me, and I can’t help but grin and lick my lips as he moves it forward. When it’s within biting distance, I wrap my teeth around the succulent fruit and bite down. The combination of chocolate and strawberry teases my senses, and I am aroused instantly. I scoot my bottom along the chair as my pussy comes to life with a small pulse.
Only Lorn could get my heart beating so fast I can feel it between my legs.
As he picks up another one, an image of Larry Corker invades my hazy mind, and my shoulders tense as I sit back.
Lorn’s brows crease as he looks at me. “What is it?”
“I just…” I fumble. “I forgot for a moment how much danger we’re in. Do you think the police will be able to be here early in the morning?”
Lorn sets the strawberry down and looks sternly into my eyes as he grips the back of my hand.
“Rayne, we have done everything we can to ensure that you are safe. The police will join us as soon as they can, but until then it falls to us to not let Larry ruin our lives with every thought we give him. I will never let down my guard fully. I will always have an eye on the door. I am keeping you safe every minute you are here.”
He squeezes my hand, and the stress melts back out of my shoulders.
”You are protected. Let yourself be safe. Let yourself relax.”
He reaches back down for the strawberry and lifts it back to my lips. Lorn is the only thing that keeps me sane in this insane situation. With him, I am finally calm. I can release my fears and simply be myself.
I smile up into his eyes as I take another bite. Lorn swipes at my lip with his thumb, and when he pulls it back, there is a small bit of chocolate there. He sucks on the digit while his gaze rests on mine, and that heartbeat starts to pulse in my jeans once more.
“My turn.” I lift a chocolate-covered apple and hold it up to him. When he bites into it, he still looks into my eyes, and that connection is intoxicating. He’s making silent promises. He issues silent requests, desires easily translatable from the look in his eyes.
I am beyond happy to help fill those requests.
He finishes with his piece of apple and lifts another strawberry to my lips.
“Don’t eat this one,” he says. “I feel like doing a little painting.”
My heart flutters as he holds the tip of the strawberry to my lips and traces them with the chocolate. I want to taste them, I want to press my lips together, but Lorn’s expression tells me that is not what he wants me to do. He wants to taste them himself, and I know I’ll get the flavor much better that way.
Once he finishes tracing, he pulls the berry back and captures my chin with his finger. He draws me closer until we’re close enough to kiss, and he takes my lips hungrily with his own. He sucks the chocolate off, and when his tongue delves into my mouth, I can finally taste it for myself. I pull back as I enjoy the game we’ve initiated.
“Me next.” I dip my finger into the melted chocolate and lean close so I can trace Lorn’s mouth with it. His eyes are fire as he watches me, and I can’t stop a grin from escaping as I sit back and admire Lorn’s delicious-looking chocolate lipstick.
“You look great,” I tease. He pulls my chair out and in an instant, I am sitting on his lap, his erection pressing against my ass through our jeans.
“Lick it off,” he says.
Don’t have to tell me twice.
I tilt my face to meet his and, rather than kiss him, I stick out my tongue and lick every inch of his lips. By the time the chocolate has disappeared, Lorn pulls me to him and delves back into the reaches of my mouth, kissing me nice and deep.
The combination of chocolate and man is enough to get my panties soaked once more. I shift in Lorn’s lap until I’m able to straddle him, and my feet still don’t quite reach the floor, so I wrap them around the chair as much as I can, looking out for my hurt ankle.
Lorn breaks off the kiss and reaches back behind me for another berry. He kisses my neck, and my skin heats and tingles in anticipation. With one hand, he deftly unbuttons the front of my shirt, revealing my black lace bra in the process. He stares at my breasts. He cups them with his hands, toys with them as he explores. I watch him discover me. I enjoy the look in his eyes as he plays with my body.
It is his for the taking.
He brings the berry forward again and traces a small line of chocolate down my chest. When he reaches my bra, he tugs it down to reveal a pair of pink, hard nipples.
He circles the strawberry around one nipple, coating it in chocolate. He moves onto the next and coats it, too. When he glances back up at me, his expression is famished.
“Time for dessert,” he breathes. Then his mouth captures a nipple, and I moan.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Lorn
The taste of chocolate paired with Rayne’s sweet skin is beyond delicious. I suck every last drop of choc
olate sauce from each of her nipples with gusto. I take my time, reaching every nook and cranny with my tongue as Rayne writhes on my lap. My cock springs to action against my jeans, but I ignore the discomfort because I’ll get relief soon enough.
More than relief. Absolute mind-blowing pleasure.
That’s what Rayne brings me, every time. I’ve always enjoyed sex, obviously. I’m a man. It’s what we do. With Rayne it’s so different, though. So much better. I reach around her back and fumble with the clasp on her bra until it’s free, the strawberry still dangling from my fingertips.
“I want to feast on you,” I growl.
Her legs are wrapped around me, so I pull them apart and lift her onto the table as I shove our plates to the other side. I now have a topless Rayne in front of me, ready to be eaten.
I love dining on Rayne.
I salivate at the thought as I lay her all the way back so that her feet dangle off the table. I set down my strawberry for a beat while I unzip her jeans and slide them down to the floor. She’s wearing a black set of panties to match her bra, and beneath the thin lacy fabric, her glistening jewel beckons to me.
I’m coming for you, little jewel. Don’t you worry.
I look up at Rayne. From between her breasts she gazes down at me, her eyes glassy with lust as she watches my every move. I’m happy to give her a show. I keep my eyes on hers as I sink my thumbs between her underwear and her hips and slowly slide them down. They land on top of her jeans, and I’ve already forgotten them.
Before me, naked on my kitchen table, is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Her green eyes are begging me to take her, and even though I can hardly wait, I want to take this nice and slow.
I already know from experience that nice and slow drives her wild.
I pick up the chocolate-covered strawberry again and lean over her. I trace a chocolate line from beneath her breasts as I make my way farther south. I twist and turn the line until it lands right at the top of her pussy. I set the berry down again and follow that trail. I don’t touch any other part of her body as my tongue laps up the chocolate. I make a sensual path farther south as Rayne arches her breasts into the air, and I feel the urge to suck on them again.
I don’t stray from my path, though. I continue down until all the chocolate is cleaned up. Her pussy is dripping wet. The heat radiates off it, and my dick is uncomfortable in my pants.
We’re getting to it. Don’t worry, my friend.
I grasp Rayne’s knees and pull them up then spread them apart so her slit is presented to me, nice and juicy. I capture the strawberry between my fingertips. I can’t help the wicked grin that spreads my lips.
“A little more chocolate, shall we?” I ask.
Rayne doesn’t answer. Her gaze is riveted on me, and I lick the tip of the strawberry before I bend down and crouch in front of her pussy. I take the delicious little berry and I press the end against her opening, then insert it a little bit.
Rayne shifts and moans.
I pull the berry back out, then slide it in again one more time. A little bit of chocolate mixes with her juices, and I can’t wait to take my own bite. I set the strawberry back on the table and delve my tongue deep into her pussy. The combination of the chocolate and Rayne has my senses swirling, and I lap nice and deep as I work to suck down every drop.
My tongue reaches deep into her, and Rayne’s hips arch to meet me. I grasp her ass between my palms and hold her down as I lick her cunt, the chocolate dissolving with each lick of my tongue.
“I’m going to come if you don’t fuck me now,” she gasps.
I don’t respond. I’m too busy. She’s told me she’s close, and I want to get her off as many times as I can. It’s kind of my thing. I slide my tongue up to her clit and circle around it. I place my fingertip at her opening and press inward. My finger slides one delicious inch at a time until I can go no farther. I face my palm upward and set a rhythm with my finger. Her hips try and arch, but my other hand still has her pinned.
“Lorn… I… oh, god!”
My tongue dances along her clit as I beckon forth an orgasm with my finger. My fingertip glides along her smooth interior, so tight, so ready for my cock. I’m tempted to do as she originally asked when she screams out and she comes with a shudder.
I plant a gentle kiss on her clit and sit back. Her eyes are glazed over as she stares up at the ceiling. Her breasts rise and fall with her harsh breathing, and I’m not finished with her. I stand and my fingertips fumble with my zipper. I slide my jeans all the way off as my dick happily springs free. Rayne’s knees are still up in the air and nicely spread.
I can’t wait anymore. I grasp my dick and give it a few strokes, and then I press it against her slick, wet opening. Rayne gasps at the sensation, now sensitive, and I press in without hesitation. I slide in up to the hilt and fill her. I regain my grip on her ass, pull back out, and slide back in, setting a pace for myself as she thrusts her hips against me, happy to take more.
I might be in love with this woman.
I reach forward and grasp one of her nipples between my fingertips. She follows suit and grasps the other breast in her hand as she bucks against me, a meal meant for a king. Together we stimulate her breasts as I fuck her brains out on my table. I stand back upright and pull her closer to the edge of the table then spread her legs farther so I can go deeper.
Rayne submits to me fully. She closes her eyes, and her head thrashes from side to side as she takes each thrust with a moan and a whimper. I know her clit is sensitive, but now it should be ready.
“Stroke your clit,” I say.
She obeys without hesitation. Her hand shoots down, and I watch her toy with herself as my dick disappears and reappears from the delicious caverns of her body. I know I’m not long off now from coming.
“Now this way.” I pull out and reach around her to turn her over. I set her on her hands and knees on my table. I know I’m tall enough to reach her still. In fact, I can straighten my knees much better this way. The tip of my dick finds her opening, and I slide back into her warm heat. She’s tighter from this angle, and she cries out as I give her ass a little slap.
“I love it like this,” she breathes.
If that isn’t music to my ears, I don’t know what is. I thrust into her, and her hips meet me with equal enthusiasm at every beat. I sink deep into her body, and I can’t stop myself from riding her harder. My thrusts increase in pressure, and Rayne spreads her knees farther apart on the table to take in more.
Oh my fucking god.
I fuck her hard. Her moans and screams drive me forward as I plunge toward new heights.
“Fuck!” I shout.
With that, my load empties into her. I slide out and collapse onto the kitchen chair. I pull Rayne off the table and nestle her onto my lap as we pant together, coming back down to Earth. I notice the strawberry still on the table, and I reach for it.
“Yum,” I say, then with a look at Rayne, I take a bite.
She grins up at me and presses her cheek against my chest. My heart pounds against her face, and I wrap my arms around her a little tighter as we hold each other close. Our naked bodies cool as our heartbeats finally slow down. A ding interrupts our euphoria, and Rayne hops off me to turn off the oven before she slides back into my lap.
Apparently, we’ve lost our appetites for food.
“That was dirty. Literally,” Rayne says.
Her tone is suggestive, and I pull back to glance down at her with a quizzical eyebrow. She nods her chin in the direction of my room.
“Shower?” she suggests.
Holding Rayne against me under a stream of hot water sounds like the greatest idea ever.
“Absolutely,” I agree. “You stink.”
She swats my shoulder, and I chuckle as I lift her into my arms and carry her toward the bathroom door.
“If anyone stinks around here, it’s you,” she counters.
I laugh. “You’re absolutely right. We smell like
chocolate and hot sex.”
“Very hot sex,” she agrees and plants a kiss on my cheek.
It’s such an innocent gesture, a kiss on the cheek. Somehow, she’s managed to warm my heart beyond what I thought was its capacity.
Rayne Carr is one hell of a woman.
I carefully set her feet on the bathroom floor, then turn on the nozzle of the shower. Once it’s warm enough, I pull aside the curtain and gesture for her to step inside.
“After you,” I say.
She smirks at me, her perfect ass sauntering past my view as she does so. I can’t help but land a playful slap there, and she giggles.
“Ever the gentleman, aren’t you?” she asks.
I step in beside her and bask in the warm flow of the water along my back. Steam envelops us in no time as I pass her a bottle of soap and stand back to watch her lather herself up.
“You didn’t come a second time,” I observe.
She shrugs as she rubs soap along the length of her arm. “The one was quite good, I assure you.”
“But you deserve two,” I protest.
“What do you suggest?” she counters, her gaze challenging as she meets mine.
“Play with yourself,” I say.
I can tell I’ve thrown her off guard. She blinks, then glances around. “Here?”
I grin and cross my arms. “Did you think I meant anywhere else? We have nice slick soap, a hot room, and I’d like to see you toy with your pussy.”
I can tell it’s something she’s never done before. I keep the challenge in my eyes as I watch her consider. She casts me a wicked grin and sets the soap down.
“Fair enough,” she says.
She steps back and caresses her breasts with her palms. She pinches her nipples, her fingertips sliding along them, slick and soapy. One hand glides down her belly until she reaches her clit, and she circles her finger around it then leans back against the wall and closes her eyes.
“Watch me while you do it,” I say.
Her eyes fly back open, and she holds my gaze as her hand slides down the length of herself and she inserts a finger. It glides in and out as she keeps hold of my gaze, and my sated dick stirs again. Her eyebrows narrow as she gives in to the pleasure of it. When her eyes focus on mine, the intimacy goes to another level.