Page 115 of Saving the Rain
“More like three feet in places.” His fingers curl beneath the hem of my top, and the stroke of those rough fingertips against my skin sends a riot of goosebumps flying everywhere. “And I rode here. Horses don’t mind a bit of powder.” Tearing at my thermal, he drags it roughly up over my head.
“I can’t believe you’re real right now.” My eyes bounce everywhere in a rapid-fire devouring of the sight of him, before I launch myself forward. I just want to taste him, lick every inch of his body, and show him just how much I missed this, us, being together. Pushing my tongue and lips against the stubble covering his throat, I breathe out a whimper of pleasure across his warm skin. I love the rough edge to him, the scratch, the scrape, and the way he smells.
“I love you.” Sliding my hold up the wrap back of his neck, I seek out his hair and tangle my fingers there, whispering the words against his throat. “I missed you so fucking badly. I’m sorry I fucked everything up for us.”
Raine’s unwavering, strong hands roam across my back, dragging his calloused touch and brightening a path everywhere he maps the contours of me. “You needed space. You needed time. It wasn’t fair of me to drop that on you and expect you to know how to handle it.” He drops kisses along my temple, down to my shoulders, laying out a trail of hot, wet reminders of just how good it feels to have his affection. “I’d been so used to only ever needing to think about myself. I’m sorry for being selfish.”
The backs of my legs hit the bed, and Raine pushes me down. As I land on my elbows and gaze back up at him, the sight steals my goddamn breath. He’s so fucking magnificent and has that sexy hooded look to his eyes. The darkness in those obsidian depths tells me he’s in no mood to be anything but in command.
“I’m yours, snowflake. I’m so fucking in love with you. Got it?” As he speaks in that deep, gravelly voice that makes my stomach swoop, his hands work at his belt and jeans.
I’m officially gone. Dead. Buried. My cowboy half-undressed, ridding himself of his jeans while telling me he loves me in a voice that sounds like pure sex? Game over.
Swallowing hard, I nod. Greedy eyes remaining fixated on his hands—those sexy fucking veins popping up beneath his ink, the strong hands I want to have wrapped around my dick and my neck as soon as possible—until the moment he’s naked. Standing in front of me, thick and erect, the impressive sight leaves my mouth watering for him.
The overwhelming intensity of his gaze, as he strokes himself from root to tip, has me gasping, pinned to the mattress by nothing more than just a look. Even though I want to push up off my elbows. Even though I want... “Please, I need to taste you, just for a moment.” I bite down on my bottom lip.
Raine shakes his head, and I feel every place his eyes rake over my body. He sets me alight with that onyx stare, calculating his next move before he strikes. Those strong hands of his reach for my hips, yanking me closer to the edge of the bed before they hit my waistband. As he works my jeans loose, my stomach caves, and I have to clutch at the sheets in an effort to ground myself into the here and now and not immediately float away.
The sound of my pants hitting the floor is like the moment that bucking chute crashes open. Raine shoves my knees wide, stoops down, and before I can think, or react, his mouth is there.
It’s so heated and slick, and at the same time, his beard scratches to leave sparks of pure adrenaline-filled pleasure replacing my blood, as he runs his tongueeverywhere.The noises coming out of me are feral as he lavishes attention on every exposed part of me. It’s a strugglebetween letting my head drop back to hit the sheets and staying like this so I can watch him.
He’s fucking hypnotic. So powerful. Muscled shoulders and corded forearms frame my body. Raine reduces me to rubble and dust and cursed moans. Sliding his tongue over my balls, followed by long lines up to my weeping crown and then back down to that unbelievably sensitive patch of smooth skin in behind. His hold on my body is wicked and delicious, bruising me with demanding fingertips all while I’m manhandled into the exact splayed-out feast he demands me to be for him. He keeps licking and grazing his teeth over all those delicate, begging parts of me until I’m reduced to a writhing mess.
“Ummphfff. God. Raine. Don’t stop.Ffuuuuuck.”
My cock smears precum all over my stomach, rock-hard and aching for so much more of his mouth than he’s given me so far. And the gorgeous asshole he is, Raine knows it, too. With a final tormenting swirl of his tongue tracing the veins along the underside of my shaft, he braces himself over my body, giving me those hooded, darkened eyes as he wraps his lips around just the tip. It’s enough to have me lifting up off the bed to seek out more, but I feel his mouth curve into a smile, recognizing my desperate attempt to go deeper. God, I just want to sink deeper.
Letting me go on a wet pop, he hums a deep, primal sort of noise and then crawls up my body. “My sweet thing. Eager for more?” Along his path, there’s a moment’s pause as he stops to torture my nipples, alternating between sharp nips and swirls of his tongue, before sinking against my mouth. Offering another branding, claiming kiss.
“Please. Please, I missed your cock.” The weight of him on top of my body is absolutely everything. I’m almost sobbing with relief,making muffled pleas onto his tongue all while his bulk blankets me.
“Goddamn, I missed this pretty mouth.” He groans. A vibration that sends tingles and sparks straight down my spine, from hearing how much I affect him. I love knowing that I can have such an effect on the strong, usually stoic man that he is. He crawls up over my face, and my heart lurches when I realize what he’s doing.
Hastily licking my lips, a torrid flood of heat pools in my groin when Raine lowers himself slowly. The fat head of him is right there, and he proceeds to ease past my waiting lips. I straight up moan around the velvety smooth weight of him sliding onto my tongue, and simply refuse to have him keep treating me like some fragile thing.
I grab his ass with both hands and pull him deep, stuffing him into the back of my throat. A muffled, garbled noise of pleasure rises fast and needy, as the muskiness of him fills my senses. Heady relief floods through me at finally having him, tasting him.
Raine shudders above me, and over my hammering pulse, I hear him curse violently, his body clenching as he struggles not to start fucking my throat. I’m pretty certain the way I’m squeezing the globes of his firm ass tells him that’s what I want. I want all of him. I want to be owned by him. I want everything he has to give.
He showers me with all sorts of ravenous words. Letting me guide him deep as I choke and slurp and concentrate on relaxing my throat. Hearing his perfect mix of filthy wickedness and smooth praise sends me spinning out of my head.
My perfect little hole. Jesus Christ. Listen to yourself. You’re made to choke on me like a dream. Is this what you needed, baby? Gagging to be face fucked until you soak yourself with cum.Does that make it all better?
I swallow around his tip, and the way Raine’s dick swells and his hips jerk is everything.
“That’s...” He groans out a rough, ragged noise. “That’s it.Unghh. Get it nice and sloppy for me.” His hips pulse, and I taste the hint of tangy saltiness burst onto my taste buds as he leaks all over my tongue. “You feel so good. God, you don’t even know how perfect you are.”
When he pulls out, I’m in a daze. There’s no way that I don’t look a mess. Wetness coats my chin and streaks down my face from where my eyes have watered.
Raine dips to run his tongue across my cheeks one by one. “So perfect, my pretty thing.” Hearing him call me that, while licking away those tears is enough to ruin me forever.
“Fuck me. I need you inside me. So bad.” I don’t even care that I’m begging over and over now.
“Rub us together. I need to see you come for me.” There’s so much hunger and desire in his voice that it strips me of any thought but toplease him. As he reaches across to the bedside table, I’m caught up in how powerful he is. The strength of him. His perfect body and the sexy ink covering him. How I just want to be connected at all times. Drifting my touch over his lower stomach, I trace that v shape, following the dusting of dark hair below his navel.
This is real. He’s actually here. Every stroke of my fingertips reminds me that I’m not dreaming any of this.