Page 108 of Imperfect Arrangement

He’s feasting on me with intent, and I come so hard this time that when I see stars, they’re not in the sky—they’re exploding behind my eyelids.

I’m still catching my breath when I hear him rise to his feet. Then my hand is in his, and he’s pressing my palm to the waistband of his pants.

“Undress me, baby.”

Something in my chest clenches tight at the raw yearning in his tone. He wants me, and not just physically.

With trembling fingers, I unbuckle his belt, pop the button, and slide the zipper down. I reach inside and caress him through the soft fabric of his boxers. When I look up, Raymond is staring at me with hooded eyes. I tighten my grip on him, squeeze him once before moving my hand up and down his length, and his entire body jerks.

“Fuck, Wills,” he grits out and something shifts in me.

Ineedto give him the same pleasure he gave me. Ineedto hear him come undone the way he wrecked me.

Dropping to my knees, I look up at him through my lashes, and his eyes darken. “Willow, you don’t have to?—”

“I know I said I’ve never done it, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to.”

His nostrils flare, his Adam’s apple bobbing with a heavy swallow. He looks down at me with a mix of adoration and heat.

I sit there on my knees, almost naked, my breasts on display, my sex bare. Yet with the way he looks at me, I feel the most powerful and desirable I’ve ever felt.

“Are you saying no to me?” I rasp, wrapping my fingers tighter around his length, stroking him once, then twice.

Raymond groans. His hands twitch at his sides before he fists them in my hair, gathering the strands at the nape of my neck. “I can never say no to anything when it comes to you.”

His words do something reckless to my insides. “Then show me how to do it right.”

His gaze turns molten. “Take me out.”

I obey, tugging down his boxers, freeing his cock. My lips part, ready to take him in, but his deep, commanding voice stops me.

“Not so fast, baby.” His thumb brushes over my bottom lip, his other hand cupping my jaw. “Kiss the tip first.”

I press a kiss to the swollen head.

“Now kiss the length of it,” he murmurs. “Love it like you know this is the only cock you’ll ever see for the rest of your life. The only one responsible for all your sleepless nights. The only one that’s gonna leave you sore in the best fucking way.”

A whimper escapes me. My core clenches hard. I close my eyes, absorbing his words, feeling them in my soul, before I drag my tongue down his shaft.

Ray hisses between his teeth. “Fuck. Who knew you liked dirty talk, Firefly? Now take me in your mouth.”

His grip in my hair tightens as I wrap my lips around him. My tongue flicks against the head, teasing, tasting. I push deeper, inch by inch, until he’s groaning above me, his hand flexing in my hair, but then my gag reflex kicks in.

“Shit, baby. You don’t have to take it all in,” he pants. “It already feels so good. Just take as much as you can and hold the rest with your hands.”

I breathe through my nose and do as I’m told. I swirl my tongue over the head and suck it back into my mouth.

He moans, looking down at me. “Fuck. That feels so good. Keep doing that, baby. Just like that.”

I follow his every command, my mouth and hands working in tandem, pulling him to the edge. His muscles lock up, his breathing ragged, and I feel him pulsing on my tongue.

“I’m not going to last, Wills,” he warns, voice breaking. “Decide if you want me in your mouth or—fuck?—”

But letting him go is the last thing on my mind. I want to experience the full force of Raymond.

When I keep him in my mouth, he groans loudly. “Don’t swallow immediately. I want to see,” he whispers.

He wants to see?