Saving Rain(89)

“Are you sure? I mean, it only takes you, like, two seconds to fall asleep, so if you really want to sleep in …”

She accentuated the pout of her full bottom lip as my hand rounded her hip to dip between her open thighs, finding she'd already taken off her underwear. I groaned, sliding my fingers over her smooth, slick, delicate skin, and she bit her lip.

A sound not unlike a growl scraped along my throat as one finger easily slipped inside.

“God, how the hell are you already so wet?”

The lip trapped between her teeth was released then, followed by a hushed gasp. “I woke up like this,” she admitted.

I lifted one side of my mouth in a smile as I worked that finger slowly. Moving in, moving out. “Oh, yeah?”

She nodded lazily, already sated and drifting toward bliss. “I had a dream.”

My head dropped to kiss her collarbone, her neck, her ear. “A dream, huh?”

Ray writhed beneath my body, half covering hers, and she spread her legs further. “Yeah …”

“About what?” I tasted her earlobe, drawing it into my mouth.

“Oh God,” she moaned, elongating her neck, granting me better access. “It was about … about you.”

“Yeah? And what about me?”

Her laugh was breathy and exasperated. “Come on, Soldier … you know …”

I added another finger and nipped at her neck. “Was I eating a sandwich?”

That made her giggle as she turned her head and brought her hand up to cup my bearded cheek.

“You definitely weren't eating a sandwich.”

I lifted my head to find her gaze with mine. I smiled when I saw her looking up at me with a monumental amount of affection. So much that I had to remind my heart to keep beating for her. Always for her.

“Was I … was I riding my bike?”

She shook her head, giggling again past her bitten lip. “No … but you were definitely riding something.”

“Was I riding something”—I raised one brow and widened my grin—“or were you?”

Ray’s elated smile filled the darkened room with sunshine as she laughed and pulled my mouth to hers.

“Both,” she whispered before capturing my lips in a kiss that forced the breath from my lungs.

In a flurry of tangled tongues and lips, we moved in the hazy glow of the rising sun, barely peeking through the blinds on her window. Her shirt was lifted and thrown to the floor, and my pajama pants met the same fate shortly after. I rolled to my back, giving her the freedom to take back the reins, and she did. Straddling my lap, guiding my throbbing, single-minded dick to the one and only place it ever wanted to be.

“Fuck,” I hissed through clenched teeth as her body joined mine and sank lower, taking me deeper. “Jesus, Ray.”

She answered with a muffled hum, smiling as if she were dreaming, and then she began to move. Rocking against me like the waves sloshing against the shore, lulling me toward the edge with her steady rhythm, before drawing me under to drown in a euphoric sea.

“Sol … Soldier,” she gasped, clawing at my chest and clinging tight to whatever she could grab. “I’m … I’m going to …”

“Yes,” I urged, encircling her waist with my greedy hands. “Let me feel it, baby. God …”

Ray had given me so much in the months since we'd gotten together.

The promise of good, home-cooked meals every night; the chance to be a positive role model for her son; another form of transportation; a warm body to sleep with every night we were able. And the realization that sex and orgasm could be anything more than a simple means to an end.

With every gift offered, I accepted and fell deeper into everything I felt for her, and the quick descent only continued as we collided in a chorus of quiet moans and gasps and heavy breathing. Our foreheads kissed, our eyes locked, and our hearts hammered with every pulse given and taken until there was nothing left to do but collapse in a heap of sweat and elation.

“Okay, I can go back to sleep now,” I muttered, wrapping my arms around her bare shoulders and holding her tight.

“Mmhmm,” she muttered with a nod, smiling against my chest. “We could probably get a solid hour or two in before we have to get up.”

I stroked my thumb against her cheek. “I like the way you think.”

The seconds ticked by to remind me I was still exhausted, and before I knew it, my limbs had grown heavy, and my breathing had slowed. I was moments away from comfortable sleep when my thumb grazed over a new wetness against her cheek, and I frowned.

“Hey,” I whispered, my voice rough and groggy. “Why are you crying?”

Ray released a shaky breath and swallowed. “I just … I really like you.”

My heart ached just beneath her ear as I replied, “I really like you too.”

“No.” She sniffled. “I mean, I really like you, Soldier.”

I furrowed my brow, uncertain if I had said anything different or misunderstood. “Okay … and I really—”

She scrambled to lift onto her elbow, and I opened my eyes to stare into the watery green abyss of hers. God, how the hell could she look so sad, so worried, when we had just shared the most incredible, intense orgasm of my life?

“I have never liked someone as much as I like you … ever,” she said, and I began to wonder if she intended to say a word other than like. “I have never had something as good as this before.”