Chapter 181 The Foreplay
Chapter 181
RAVENNA
He stared at me like I was the only thing left in the universe worth seeing.
My breath caught when his hands slid around my waist, drawing me tighter against him.
The thick ridge of his cock pressed up through his shorts, right against the damp cotton of my panties, sending a slow, liquid heat spiraling low in my belly.
“Darius…” His name came out as a shaky whisper.
Every tiny shift of my hips made him throb harder beneath me, the pressure right on my clit making my thighs tremble.
I started to lift off his lap—overwhelmed—but his grip tightened, fingers splaying possessively.
“Wait.” His voice was rough, almost reverent. “Let me stare at you… all of you.”
Heat rushed to my face. I glanced away, but he gently turned my chin back.
Then his eyes dropped slowly, hungry even taking in my breasts, my stomach, the way my thighs framed his.
“Your beauty is out of this world, Ravenna.” His raspy voice pulled me back, and heat only pooled underneath my panties more, soaking the fabric.
My core clenched. I swallowed hard. “You’ve stared long enough, I think.” I said, trying to sound calm.
His lips curved, teasing. “You sound eager.” He quirked his left eyebrow. “I wonder why though.”
Instead of answering, I let my fingers drift down his bare chest. His skin was warm, smooth, every muscle taut under my touch.
Broad shoulders rolled into defined pecs, then down to abs carved sharp and deep.
There were no tattoos, no lingering bruises from that brutal fight. Just healed, powerful flesh that flexed when I dragged my nails lightly over it. My pulse hammered between my legs.
“Yeah…” I breathed. “I want you.”
A low growl vibrated in his throat. His hips jerked up once, hard, grinding his length against me until I gasped.
I moved on his lap, acting like I was only shifting, but I rolled my hips again and again grinding slow circles that made his length throb against me.
Darius’s hand stilled on my waist and he stiffened underneath me, breath catching.
“Ravenna…” Warning edged his voice.
“Yes, baby?” I purred every bit of innocence into my voice whilst still rolling my hips again… once, twice until his fingers dug into my waist, his breath stuttered and I felt the damp heat between us grow.
He let out grunted breaths, no longer bothering to restrain me.
I leaned down and connected our lips, my stomach churning in excitement.
He growled into my mouth, grabbing me by the neck. Our lips deepened, and soon turned into lapping tongues.
His tongue explored every corner of my mouth, claiming, tasting. My throat closed up so no air could go in or out, just him.
I pulled away, panting heavily as the hunger for air hit my throat.
“Fuck, I could kiss you forever. I badly want to bottle up your taste and never let it go for the rest of eternity.”
I hummed, a smile playing on my lips. I straddled him more and held the collar of his shirt. “Why do that when you can have the owner of the taste for eternity?”
I twirled a loose strand of his hair, watching as his eyes peered at every corner of my face.
I brought my hand down and started to unbutton his shirt.
He stayed putty underneath me, allowing me to do whatever I pleased.
I slowly peeled off his shirt, revealing more of that sculpted chest... broad, defined, abs tight and ridged from healing muscle.
Then my hands moved to the waistband of his shorts. He held my hand there, and I looked up.
“You’re sure you want to do this now?”
“Let me, please.” I begged, feeling hot all over my body. Moonlight breached the surface, restless, urging me on.
He rested back, and I took that as my cue.
But first I stood, hooked my thumbs in my shorts and panties, and slid them down together, stepping out until I was stark naked before him.
His eyes raked over my breasts, stomach, the slickness between my thighs. I felt exposed, desired, and powerful.
He reached for my hand. “Wait… let me stare.”
Heat flushed my skin. “You’ve stared at me before. That's enough for today.”
I dropped back to my knees between his legs, tugged his shorts down in one swift motion. His cock sprang free.
“Fuck." My eyes took him in.
He's so fucking long and thick, veined prominently along the shaft, the flushed head already slick with precum. A thick bead slid down the underside.
I caught it on my fingertip, locked eyes with him, and sucked it clean slowly. Salt and musk exploded on my tongue.
His pupils blew wide. “Stop playing around.”
I grinned. “Make me.”
I stood, pulling him up with me. We kissed again, deeper, messier and then I sank down his body, lips trailing fire.
I kissed the pulse in his throat, licked the dip between his collarbones, dragged my tongue over every ridge of his abs, feeling them jump and tighten.
When I reached his hips, I turned him slightly and slapped his ass. The crack echoed.
He gasped, startled.
I laughed breathlessly. “Your ass is way too soft for a guy.”
He smirked, eyes glinting. “Hope yours will be just as strong as a guy's.”
We both dissolved into low, giddy laughter until I wrapped my hand around his cock again, stroking slow from base to tip.
I kissed the side, licked long stripes up the veiny length, watching his thighs flex, his abs clench, his hands fist at his sides.
I teased the slit with flicks of my tongue, sucked just the head, then pulled off with a wet pop.
“Fuck me already,” he growled, voice fraying.
“Say please.”
“No.”
I licked him again, lazy circles around the crown whilst watching his jaw tick with restraint.
“Say please,” I teased, batting my lashes.
“I’m going to make you beg twice as hard later.” His voice was a dark promise.
Then he said it, rough and reluctant: “Please.”
I took him deep, halfway first and then deeper. My throat fluttered around him. He groaned loudly. I bobbed faster, hollowing my cheeks, letting spit slick him down.
He watched every second, eyes burning. “That’s it… taking my cock like a good girl.”
His control snapped. His hand fisted my hair tightly, commanding. He thrust hard hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, eyes watering, spit dripping down my chin onto my breasts.
“Fucking hell, Ravenna.” He groaned, pushing my head further.
He pulled out slowly, then slammed back in deeper, faster. My throat burned and stretched.
He groaned, hips snapping until he came, hot and thick, pulsing down my throat. I swallowed greedily, licking him clean as he shuddered.
His bare ass enticed me again and I spanked once more.
“I want to get inside you already,” he growled hastily and sat up, throwing me on the bed while he got atop me.
He hauled me up, kissed me filthy tasting himself on my tongue. Then he shoved me gently onto the bed, climbed over me.
His mouth closed around one nipple sucking hard, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make me arch.
He switched sides, thumb rolling the wet peak he’d left behind, pinching until I whimpered.
He kissed my lower, my ribcage, belly, the sensitive dip of my hip until his breath fanned over my soaked pussy. I spread wider, trembling.
He licked once slowly, flat tongue dragging from entrance to clit, then rubbed two fingers along my folds, circling my entrance without pushing in.
“Please,” I gasped, arching my hips toward his mouth.
He grinned against my skin. “So fucking wet.”
Then he sucked my clit hard, insistent. I cried out, fingers tangling in his hair.
He paused. “Can you take my finger?”
“No,” I gasped, but he slid one thick finger in slowly, stretching my tight walls.
I clenched.
“Fuck, you’re so warm.” He said, pulling out.
The absence of his finger in me elicited a whimper from me, but that didn’t last for long because he was soon thrusting back inside at a harder pace, adding another finger.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.”
He pumped deep, curling his fingers to hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes, while his tongue flicked and curled over my clit relentlessly.
“God, your tongue—” I half-laughed, half-moaned. “It’s filthy. Like you’re trying to ruin me with it.”
He chuckled against me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine. I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I ground down hard, riding his face. I don't know how I did it, but I just wanted more of him, wanted to chase whatever I was feeling.
My hips rolled of its own accord, thighs clamping around his head. The pressure coiled tight, building up.
“Darius! Fuck! don’t stop!”
His mouth found my nipples again briefly, then back down—sucking, licking, fingers pumping faster.
"Oh my goodness. Yes, yes, yes!” I chanted, feeling pressure building up in my stomach.
“You’re close?” He asked and I nodded, tears pricking my eyes.
He increased his thrusts and added another finger. I wrapped my legs around his waist, needing him to just go faster. He did, pumping her fingers into me faster than earlier..
“Now!” He commanded with a growl and I lost it.
I squeezed my eyes tightly, the knot loosening in a rush. I tried to squeeze my thighs together but Darius held them apart.
Waves crashed and I squirted splashing over his chin, cheeks. He licked every drop, greedy, humming.
I opened my eyes to see him staring down at me with his eyes completely dark.
“Damn, I could spend the rest of eternity staring at you like this.” He said and bent down, his mouth going closer to my clit. I peered down at him, but all I could see was his hair.
His tongue made contact with my thighs, licking up every drop of cum and squirt that dripped down to my clit.
My toes curled; I held his head tighter against me.
“Damn! Faster, Darius.” I screamed, feeling tension rising up in the lower part of my stomach again.
He licked my clitoris more, curling his tongue and moving at a pace that I never imagined.
Then… splash!
A urine-like liquid splashed from me, but another bout of pleasure coursed through me.
“That was… hot.” Darius trailed off, rising up with a mixture of cum and squirt glistening on his face.
And he looked so damn goo
d that I’d do anything to see him that way again.
I pulled him up, kissed him deep, tasting myself on his lips, salty-sweet, filthy.
“We’re just getting started, love.” He said when I took a deep breath.