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WRAITH

“ Y es.” The word is breathy as it falls from her lips. And I wonder how far she’ll let me push her over the years to come.

This time when I tip the candle, I move quickly enough for three drips to fall. The final one lands perfectly on her nipple, and I silently commend my aim.

Her hips thrust upward, seeking contact and pressure, and I cup her groin to push her back down to the bed.

“Impatient girl. I’ll fuck you when I’m ready,” I say, which is a white lie because my cock is desperate to sink into her now.

But I want our play to last.

I repeat the drips on her other breast. My aim isn’t as accurate, partly because of Raven’s frantic breathing. Perfect ivory circles of wax solidify on her chest. There’s a narrow red ring around the first drop, and while I’d never do anything to hurt her in violence, this is different.

I hold the candle over her breast but don’t tip it.

Instead, I look at Raven’s eyes, wide and bright, fixed on the candle. She wants this as much as I do. Her heels pedal against the sheets.

“Needy girl. Beg me to tip the candle.”

Her eyes move to mine, her cheeks pink. “Please, Axel. It felt so good to just…”

I lean closer to her. “To just what?”

“Disappear into this.”

I know what she means. How it feels to be so in the moment with another person that the rest of the world just disappears. When the world coalesces around a single thing you can’t see past. For Raven, it’s the next drip of wax.

“Good girl,” I say, and move my hand to run a line of drips across her breasts.

She throws her head back, something she does when she’s getting close to coming, I’ve noticed. Her hips roll, still seeking.

Pre-cum leaks from my cock. Should probably talk contraception, at some point, because I sure as fuck want to ride her bareback. I owe her a blood test but didn’t get around to it this afternoon as planned because of her conversation with Margie.

“Wraith,” she begs. “I’m so close to coming again.”

“Cover your mouth. I don’t want you to scream,” I warn.

Then I move down the bed, and this time when I pour, it hits her mound, avoiding her clit. And as she arches off the bed, I slap her pussy three times hard and fast.

When she comes again, it’s a relief for both of us. But the intensity of it blows me away. I wanted honesty, but this stripped-back version of Raven is so fucking incredible, I can barely see straight.

I slam the candle down on the side table so hard that hot wax sloshes over my fingers and burns for a second, but I shake it off, not giving a shit where the drips land. The condom is on in a heartbeat, and then…

“I really want to rail you hard, sweetheart,” I say, my lips close to her ear. “Can I do that to you?”

“Yes. I want to be your good girl.” Her eyes are a little glassy. She’s in some kinda space right now. Wide open to whatever I want to do to her.

“You already are my good girl. Are you sure you can take that right now?” I ask, suddenly protective of her.

“Please. I want you to come as hard as I did.”

Don’t know what it is about this woman, but it’s like I’ve never fucked before. My cock throbs with impatience. Muscles throughout my body are pulled taut. And for the first time in fuck knows how long, I’m worried I’m gonna nut as soon as I thrust inside her.

“Fuck, you’re pretty,” I say as the feelings I’m trying to restrain leak out of me like I’m a sieve.

That breathtaking smile of hers hits me in the gut as I reach between us, line my cock up with her slick opening, and thrust hard, grunting as I do.

“Axel,” she hisses, as I coil my hips and ram into her again.

Sex is a multi-sensory sport, and the sound of us slapping together tilts my axis.

I lie down on top of her, letting her take more of my weight than she’s probably comfortable with, and rut with her like the fucking stallions at the ranch do when we breed ‘em.

It’s raw, unbridled. I escape in her. Can’t think of anything except the way her cunt sucks me in.

I wrap my arms tightly around her and roll us. But once I’m on my back, I don’t let go of her. I keep her body tight against mine, her cheek pressed against my pecs, my hand heavy on her ass.

Thrusting up into her shakes the whole bed.

“You gonna come again?” I ask her.

She shakes her head. “I want to feel you come in me.”

Your fucking wish is my command.

I grip her ass cheeks, holding her wide, and it takes five more thrusts before an orgasm hammers down my spine. My balls tighten, my cock aches, and I swear I see fucking stars as I do as she asks.

“Are you feeling this like I am, Blue?” I grunt.

I lose all shape and form, sinking into the bed as my legs shake.

And when it’s over, I tug her up my body to my lips. Fuck knows what happens to the condom as I slip out of her, but I just need her lips on mine to ground us both.

“The things you make me feel,” she whispers. “You did so good.”

Those words of praise stir something in my chest impossible to name. Never knew those kinds of words from the right woman could feel that good.

We lie there, together, and catch our breath like survivors of a shipwreck making landfall. Her head is buried in the pillow by my neck, and her hair is stuck between us.

“I want all of this with you, Raven,” I say suddenly. “I promise I’ll try to be a good man for you. I’m equally sure I’m gonna fuck it up at times, and you’ll get mad at me. But I’ll never cheat on you or shame you or leave you unprotected and without.”

Raven lifts her head, and I can’t get over that I might get forever with someone like her. “I want that too. And I promise I’ll try to be good for you. I’ll also probably mess it up because if another of those club girls puts her hands on you, I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”

I grin. “I’d like to see that. Wriggle off me, Blue, but stay there.”

Thankfully, the condom stayed in place, and I rip it off once she’s moved. I deal with it and come around to her side of the bed to pick her up.

“Where are we going?” she asks.

“I’m gonna get you cleaned up.”

When I get to the bathroom, I put her down and turn on the shower. When the water is warm enough, I take her hand and lead her beneath the spray.

Water flows between her breasts as I peel off the last few bits of wax, leaving behind little pale pink circles on her chest. “Did you like the wax?”

Raven’s cheeks go pink, and she looks at the floor. “Sure.”

I place a finger beneath her chin. “Blue, you can’t get shy on me after everything we just did.”

“Can we just shower and go to bed?” she asks.

I grab the shampoo off the shelf and turn us both around so I’m beneath the spray and she’s out of it so I can wash her hair. “No. I want to talk about what we do. It’s like a contact high, talking about something that felt so good. I need to know if you feel the same way about it as I do. And we owe it to each other to be honest if there was something we did that we didn’t enjoy.”

I soap up her hair and begin to massage her scalp.

“Can you go first then?” she asks. “Did you like the wax?”

“I like to pride myself on not being a five-pump wonder. But I was so riled up after watching the way you trusted me to pour it on you, the way it looked on your chest, that it took me less than a minute to come. I think I’d like to spend a lazy afternoon with different colored candles, turning you into a masterpiece. Then I’d like you to suck my cock until I’m close to coming, and then I’ll unload all over your tits.”

Raven turns around, her mouth open. “You were very specific with that visual.”

I chuckle. “Just telling you my thoughts on the very hot experience we had and letting you know I want more. Your turn.”

She turns away from me again, and I continue to soap her hair. “The wax was unexpectedly incredible. Sex with you is so overwhelming that I don’t have time to worry about whether I’m doing it right. I was so into it that I forgot my son was just down the hall. And while it’s going to be hard to have long, lazy Sundays to ourselves with a five-year-old around, I look forward to being your canvas.”

I switch our places again so she can rinse, but I turn her to face me. “Next time I ask, I want you to look at me when you answer.”

The bubbles from her hair sluice over her body as she lifts her eyes to mine. “Next time, I think I might just be brave enough to.”