"I feel like a fucking teenager with you," I told her as I closed my eyes and gave into the feeling, even though I wanted to come inside of her. I only opened them when she slid down to take me into her mouth, slow and deep. There had been a point during our first night that she did this, hunched over my body on the bed. I wanted to record it since it was so hot. Now was no different. I stayed still, giving her control as she sucked me into her throat slowly to adjust. God, her mouth was so hot and wet, and I knew that I could fill her with me as I slipped my hands slowly into her damp hair. I couldn't help but rock with her, slowly so I wouldn't gag her but enough to get a rhythm going as I told her to play with her clit. I knew that she was wet right now and I wanted her ready when I lifted her against me to fuck her.
I was close to coming when I pulled away from her and lifted her wet body up, seeing the surprise in her eyes. "You don't want me to finish?" She had asked before I was inside of her, making her eyes roll back into her head. "Oh, God."
"There is a lot of time for everything, but I am going to be inside of you. A lot." I thrust up as she whimpered, clinging to my neck tightly. Her nipples were hard against my chest, and I knew how sensitive she was as she slid against me with my movements, hearing her moan. Every noise that she made turned me on more, and I fucked her harder as I pressed her against the gray tiles of the shower, taking her hard and deep.
We came together, our cried echoing through the bathroom as she dropped her head against the wall. I let her go, sucking in deep breaths as she leaned against me and kissed my chest. I gave us a few minutes before I washed her hair for her and then her body, soaping her everywhere as my hands roamed her body slowly. She giggled and did the same for me when I was done, jumping out of the shower to grab a towel as I reached for her again. "I'm hungry!"
I was as well, and I grudgingly dried myself off. I dressed in some worn jeans and a green button up shirt while she dug into her bag, the towel still wrapped around her body. She grinned as she pulled something out and shook out a dress that looked clingy, featuring an animal print as I eyed it. It seemed to move with every shake of her hand, and I knew that it was going to drive me insane all night.
She dressed after she dried her hair into loose waves and applied a little makeup. I told her that we were going to drive a bit so we could be alone together without fear of being seen and I noticed the look in her eyes as she stroked mascara onto her lashes. It was a mixture of regret and relief. "I'm sorry." Rayna's voice was soft, and I looked at her as I finished buttoning up my shirt. "I feel like this is such an inconvenience for you."
I swallowed as I stepped towards her. "That isn't the part about this that bothers me." Rayna looked at me for a moment in the mirror. "I just hate that he hurts you, Rayna. I want to keep you safe, during this time that we have as well as beyond that."
"I'm okay, Dec." My heart picked up at the sounds of a nickname coming from her lips. "I just want you happy."
She finished getting ready after an awkward moment of silence, and I watched as she slid the dress over the matching bra and underwear. It was clingy and swished around her lower thighs when she walked. Fuck me, but it was sexy. I offered her a protein bar before we left along with some water, knowing that we had a drive ahead of us tonight. She smiled and took it, letting me lead her to the SUV that was to the right of the long driveway as I opened her door. Rayna smiled at me, and I closed the door as my heart picked up yet again.
I drove us to San Diego and found a small seafood place that I loved, seeing her give me a surprised look. "San Diego?"
"Just a little drive," I assured her as I hopped out and went to get her door. Her heels clicked as she stepped out onto the pavement, her dress sliding up just a bit as I watched. I took her hand, and she licked her dark lips as she looked around slowly. We walked inside and were promptly seated in a private corner where we could see the wharf.
I got to knew her on a deeper lever, feeling the loneliness in her voice as she spoke of growing up with nannies and chefs instead of her parents. They were both working or traveling, but Rayna did observe the lack of love between them and often. For a while, she thought that was how things were until she got her first crush in middle school.
Sadly, it was the way things were, and she knew soon after that crush that she was going to marry James. He was a player in school, but her mom told her that didn't matter when Rayna voiced her concerns. It was an excellent pairing and would bring two successful businesses together, giving her a stable financial future. Rayna's mom never came out and told her that her father cheated, but it was implied.
There was a part of her that wanted to fight this with all that she had. Rayna watched James sleep his way through high school and even college as she tried to stay in the background. She didn't date because Rayna didn't want to get attached to anyone, or worse yet, have them get attached to her. She could leave everything behind and start over, but her parents were her financial support, and she was too scared to go and find a job, a new life.
She married James when he was two years into college, and she was working at her Dad's firm. It was just a casual thing until she was married and popping out babies to carry on her name, but both Rayna and James pushed that off. They used condoms even though she was on the pill for rough periods, never telling him that. Rayna feared getting an STD, so she decided to push him into still using protection, but their sex life was never great, to begin with.
CHAPTER 13
Rayna
I hated telling Declan all the details of my pathetic life, but they just came out. I spoke a little to friends at work but was not the type to complain a lot. Thanks, Mom. She set a good example of showing off the good life, impressing everyone with her beauty and wealth. It was what all the people did in their circle, and I hated doing it when in was in that crowd. James seemed like a charming man towards me when we were at a party or a dinner. He appears to cherish me, but when we got home, it was just so different. He was cold and often drunk, and I knew that he might want sex or just to degrade me after being so artificial for the night. It was a sad life and working at the agency at night seemed to take some of the pressure off for me. I was in my own space, mostly alone as I did my work and got to know some of the girls. They were interesting, and I loved hearing their stories. These were not drug addicted women on the street corner as I'd initially thought. They were single mothers, college students, or women saving for a future. They were careful in the sex and selective since the agency required a lot of information before accepting a client. There was an extensive background check. These girls earned top dollar, something I knew personally. The money that was given to be by Declan was a small amount, and while I understood why it was an alternative to building a future for myself, I couldn't have sex for money. That was supposed to be a one-time event, and here I was involved in a full-blown affair that I was scared that James would discover. He could do whatever he wanted, but I was property. I'd pay the price, not to mention Declan. I looked around the restaurant slowly, seeing nobody that I recognized as I took another sip of wine.
I tried to remember going out with James like this. It never happened. We'd go meet friends or family, even colleagues for dinner in groups. I'd dress up and make myself look cute, smiling, and laughing with the other women and hating every moment. There was never pure romance, and I smiled as I felt Declan cover my hand with his. Every touch from him made me heat up in more ways than one. I looked at him, bringing myself to the present as I met his eyes. "Hi," I said shyly as he stroked my hand with his thumb, knowing that he caught me drifting off.
We ate slowly, talking more as I fell harder for him with each word. Declan was kind and so genuine, admitting his flaws and mistakes while making it clear that he moved past all of them. He told me about his marriage but not with the tone of a man that was devastated. Maybe it was because he was financially stable, but I wasn't sure. She could take some of his money, and he'd be just fine.