248 Over the edge
He seized her arms and drew her in with such force that she gasped. His lips crashed onto hers; all the pent-up desire and longing he had been restraining was unleashed in that passionate kiss. Ravina melted into him, her hands now free to explore his body. She felt the heat radiating from his skin, matching the fire building inside her.
Malachi deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping between her lips to taste the hidden parts of her, stimulating her in ways that left her breathless. His hands traced the curve of her hips as his mouth left hers. He trailed hungry kisses down her neck, nipping and sucking gently, marking her as his own. Ravina gasped; a tingling sensation like never before ran through her at the contact of his lips on her neck, especially right between her shoulder and neck.
He continued to nip at her skin, making her shudder, and she became aware of the rigid manhood pressing against her stomach. A wave of heat flooded into her core, but it also awakened her. She had to take control of the situation, or she would lose herself.
Grabbing his shoulders, she turned them around and pulled him down. He complied and sat on the edge of the bed, but his hands remained on her waist as she stood between his legs. He didn’t waste a moment and his lips found her bare belly, kissing around her navel. Her fingers dug into his shoulder, and she fought the urge to throw her head back in pleasure.
Malachi’s hand slipped under her skirt, grazing up her inner thigh. Ravina lost her focus again, her core throbbing with a need to be touched, but Malachi wanted to tease her before slowly giving in.
Ravina pressed her thighs together, stopping his hand from moving forward. “Don’t you want it, Ravina?” he rasped.
God, she wanted to, but “no,” she squeaked.
“You don’t sound convincing,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss her stomach again.
“I want to touch you,” she breathed.
He paused, stopping with the teasing. “I am not stopping you,” he then said.
“Yes. You are distracting me.”
He chuckled. “Alright, I will stop.” He pulled his hand away, but the heat remained. Instead, he pulled her down, and she placed a knee on the bed between his legs, and her hand grasped his thigh so she wouldn’t collide with him. Yet, her lips ended up an inch away from his.
“Touch me so that I become too distracted from touching you as well,” he murmured, closing the gap between their lips and teasingly kissing her.
Ravina hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never been so bold before, but she wanted to explore him, to discover the secrets of pleasure, and learn more about what made him tremble with desire. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the intimate journey ahead.
Her hands slowly glided up his chest as their lips danced lazily together. Her other hand explored the lower part of his body, feeling his strong thighs through the fabric until she found a place where she could slip her hand in. The strength in his legs alone made her core tighten.
The taste of coffee and spices made her tongue seek more, and her lips went on their own exploration. When she kissed his neck, she was surprised by his reaction. His body tensed, and his muscles flexed under her palm. She found herself drowning in his scent again, and her mouth ventured further down. Malachi leaned back slightly, baring his body for her, and she kissed down his chest.
She had admired his body before, but she found a new admiration in touching it and in the way his muscles became taut at her touch. The lower she reached, the more she could feel the tremble of his limbs and soon she realized the road she was taking.
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Emboldened by his reaction, she stroked him through the fabric, returning the teasing he had done.
“God, Ravina!” He hissed.
She didn’t know why she liked those reactions so much.
Malachi was in between torture and bliss, and Ravina loomed over him, clearly enjoying his torture. “Are you distracted enough?”
Oh, one day she will be sorry for this.
“No.” He grabbed the back of her head and kissed her to muffle the sounds that rose to his throat.
Ravina undid his garment. Of course, she saw this as a challenge, and he almost smiled against her lips. He took her lower lip into his mouth, as she took him into her hand, and then sucked at it with all the frustration from her teasing strokes. Then he sucked at the tender flesh of her neck, leaving his mark behind as she grasped him more firmly, teasing her thumb over the tip.
Malachi shuddered, a low rumble escaping his throat, and just when he thinks he can’t take it anymore, Ravina kisses his body again. If he was in pain before, then now he was harder than ever, his manhood standing to attention as her lips went on a journey down. Just the thought of her mouth around him almost sent him over the edge.
Ravina stopped again and looked up at him, her blue eyes peeking from behind her long lashes. Malachi almost curses at the seductive glance that wasn’t meant to be seductive. It was almost as if she was asking him and he reached for her cheek, tracing his thumb over her soft skin and lips, anticipating whatever she wanted to do while every answer to her question was yes.
Her eyes almost shy away from his, and he finds himself breathless as she leans in, glancing up at him again right before her lips brush against the head of his shaft. His whole body tenses, and then the whole tension drops to that one part of his body when she wraps her lips around him.
His chest vibrates with a low growl and a hiss, and Ravina becomes less hesitant. She started right at least, so she continued, eliciting another moan from his lips. She watched every change of expression as her tongue teased and her suction became firmer.
Malachi’s breath grew more labored, and his eyes darkened. He gently reached for her hair, his fingers combing through her silky strands as he tried to maintain some control, but Ravina wasn’t done.
She kissed and nipped at the sensitive spots she found, gauging his responses and pushing him further to the edge.
Unable to contain himself any longer, Malachi finally let out a low, guttural moan, his fist tightening in her hair. “Ravina,” he managed to call, his voice strained and thick, and then pulled her head away as he found his release.