Page 81 of Ravage God

She shot off with a loud scream that I was sure anyone within a ten-mile radius could hear.

Her orgasm triggered my own, and I came, burying my face back into her neck as I did.

I felt her body pulsing around mine as I filled the condom, and I stayed where I was, not wanting to break our connection just yet. I would stay inside her for as long as I could.

She ran her hands up and down my back, soothing me.

“Are you okay?” she asked after a beat.

I pulled back far enough that I could see her. Was she worried about me?

How cute.

“I’m fine, baby. You?”

She reached up and played with the short strand of hair that fell over my forehead. “I’m more than okay.”

“Good,” I said, leaning down and kissing the corner of her lips.

I reluctantly pulled out of her. She shuddered from the feeling, pulling a blanket up over her chest. I quickly disposed of the condom and grabbed a napkin nearby to clean myself up before turning back over to her. I wet another clean napkin and moved back between her legs.

“I can do it,” she protested, making a move to reach for the napkin. I shook my head and held it away from her.

“Let me. I like taking care of you,” I said.

She didn’t say anything to that, but she didn’t fight me either as I gently cleaned between her thighs. She winced a little when I touched a particularly sensitive spot.

“Sorry,” I said, easing up on the pressure.

“It's okay,” she whispered, her voice soft as her eyes followed my movements with a curious intensity that made my chesttighten. I resisted the urge to rub my hand over where my heart was, ignoring the unfamiliar feeling.

When I finished, I threw the napkin aside and crawled back beside her, pulling her against me. She gave me a part of the blanket. We were careful not to knock over any of the food we had laid out, or the picnic basket sitting on one side of the truck bed. She was facing away from me, pushing herself back until there was no space separating us, curving her body perfectly against mine, her back against my chest, her ass nestled against my groin. I wrapped my arm around her waist, my hand splayed possessively across her stomach.

“You're different from what I expected,” she said, tracing her fingers along my forearm in indistinguishable shapes. Electricity bolted across my skin from where she touched. I never wanted her to stop touching me.

“Good different, or bad different?” I asked, wondering if perhaps she had spent so much time over the years picturing the kind of man I was, only to realize the reality of me didn’t quite match up to that.

How would I match up to her fantasy? I knew there was too much darkness inside me to be the kind of man she needed. Fuck, I knew that.

I pressed my lips to the back of her neck at the thought.

She was quiet for a moment, as if choosing her words carefully. “Not good different, but not bad either. Just different. You’re always so quiet. I guess it’s hard to know who you are sometimes.”

“And now?”

“And now… you’re still pretty hard to figure out. But what I’ve seen so far, I really like.”

She wiggled her ass against my cock. I let out a small groan and grabbed her hip, holding her still.

She giggled.

Fuck. Sweetest fucking sound a man like me could ever hear.

“It’s okay,” she said. “There’s still time for me to learn more about you.”

My heart thudded heavily in my chest from her words, and I didn’t know what to make of this feeling.

She must have felt it because she turned back a little until our eyes met.