Rain's POV:
His mouth is on mine, and the world disappears.
Oh God… the way he moves against me
There's brief pause as he pulls back just enough to look at me.
Our eyes meet, and it's electric—like the air between us is charged.
I can't think. I don't want to think.
His lips, his eyes, the way he's so close—it's impossible to resist.
I lean in again, pressing my mouth to his, slow and deliberate, letting the heat between us take over.
And then I kiss him. Instinctively, his hands wrap around my face, holding me like he can't let go. He starts slow, teasing, and I feel the warmth of his damp cheek against mine. That's all it takes—I lose myself completely. I grab him, arms winding around him, pulling him impossibly closer.
Our kiss deepens, urgent, electric. His tongue slides against mine, and I can't stop the soft moan escaping me. It's maddening—too much, and somehow still not enough. We press together harder, tongues exploring, teasing, testing. I pull back for a second, lips swollen, tingling, almost bruised, but the heat between us is unbearable.
With the way we are sitting i feel him pressed right against my pussy.
I tug at his T-shirt till it slips off .
His eyes , So Hungry.
I almost pull him into a kiss , and I hovered above his lips, brushing mine against the corners, teasing him, lingering just a heartbeat before I lifted my gaze to meet his eyes, then I look at him almost challengingly, holding his gaze while I roll my hips against his hard cock.
"Fuck" he groans.
His tangling in my hair as he pulls me close. Our lips meet again, hungry and demanding, and I can feel the heat of him pressed against me as I grind against him, every movement dragging out the tension between us.
"You feel so so good." I almost cried in his mouth .
In an instant, my T-shirt is discarded, and I'm left in only my loose shorts. He pulls back just enough to take me in, and I arch my head, rolling my hips in languid, lazy circles, letting him feel the pull of every movement.
"You are so beautiful," he whispers, his words rough and ragged, muffled as his face buries into boobs.I tremble and let out a helpless moan, unable to resist.
His hands follow, the backs of his fingers grazing over my nipples teasing, claiming.
Then his eyes meet mine, a mischievous, hungry glint, and he sucks on my nipple while he pinches another.
The heat between us is overwhelming—our bodies pressed so close it nearly makes me cum.
" Danny" I moan , heat pooling low and making me soaking wet as I grab his hair.
" I know baby " he says urgently , like he understands how I burn for him.
"Do as I say?" he asks, low and commanding.
I nod instantly—too quickly, desperate to see where this goes.
He chuckles, that deep, amused sound that makes my chest tighten.
"No, I need words."
"Yes," I breathe, almost screaming the affirmation.
He shifts, spreading his legs with deliberate ease, making space. "Stand up."
My pulse races as I rise, the heat of his gaze pressing into me like a tangible force.
"Take off the shorts," he orders, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.
For a heartbeat, shyness threatens to creep I turn around away from him and I'm about to take off my shorts when he snaps.
"Don't you dare turn away from me , face this way and take them off."
I'm red all over, blushing from the intensity of his gaze.
"You going shy on me now?" His wicked, amused glint meets mine, daring me, owning me.
I stay silent, my body trembling, and slowly obey, peeling the shorts away while keeping my eyes on his.
He watches me like he will devour every me and I can't look away.
"Come here, give me a taste."
"What—" I squeak, my voice trembling.
He doesn't answer.
He just signals me over with two fingers, that impatient, teasing gesture that says he's in no mood to wait.
I bite back a moan—and the thought of slapping that smirk off his face vanishes the second I feel how wet I am.
I step closer, awkwardly, heart hammering in my chest. He crouches down, his face leveling with me, so impossibly close, the heat radiating off him making my stomach coil.
"Support yourself on the wall and throw your legs over my shoulders," he orders, calm, commanding, and my body obeys before my mind can catch up.
The position we settle into makes my cheeks burn with a mix of shyness and desire.
God, he's filthy.
I rest my palms against the wall, feeling the press of him beneath me, and throw my legs over his shoulders, suspended above him, utterly vulnerable and utterly soaked.
He picks my thighs up like I weigh nothing and looks up at me, that wicked smile lighting up his face.
And then he kisses me right on my pussy.
I moan, loud, unrestrained, and the sound seems to fuel him.
He keeps kissing me, and impatience courses through me—I grab his head, pressing him closer, nearly grinding against his face.
He flattens his tongue and licks the entire length of my slit, deliberate, slow, driving me wild.
My legs start shivering, my body trembling, and he's just getting started.
He sucks on my clit, and I feel myself soaking his face, the warmth of him pressing against me, drawing every moan from my lips.
He laps it all up, every inch, and then spreads my legs even further, diving his tongue deep into me, fucking me with that perfect precision, slow and teasing, torturing me deliciously.
"Danny, I can't—don't stop," I cry, my voice trembling with need.
And he doesn't.
He continues his assault, relentless and intoxicating.
I grind my hips against him, each movement dizzying, overwhelming, the pleasure rolling through me like waves.
He fucks me with his tongue so , so perfectly, while I circle my hips, matching him, driving us both higher.
Then he pulls back just enough, and I nearly shudder from the sheer intensity of wanting more, the ache between us almost unbearable .
" Ready to taste it ?"He asks blinking innocently.
He used to ask me this as a child, whenever he cooked something new and wanted me to taste it—and a soft, breathy giggle escapes me now, a shiver of recognition passing through me as I realize exactly what he means .
The words I always said back then slip from my lips again now, unchanged, almost instinctively—"Yes. Always."
He tells me to get off and settle between his legs, facing the other way. As I obey, he spreads my legs, and a flush rises to my cheeks—not just from the exposure, but from how daring and unrestrained he makes me feel.
Every inch of me feels awake and alive.
"Here." He cups my chin and gently turns my face toward him, capturing my lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. I taste myself on his tongue—him and me tangled together—and a low, helpless moan escapes into his mouth.
He pulls back just enough to look at me, eyes bright and expectant. "How is it?" His question drips with playful intent, and the innuendos hit me in full force.
I say nothing. Words can't contain this, can't match how overwhelming it feels. It's too much.
He spreads my legs further apart and the cool air hitting my pussy makes me squirm.
He rubs me lazily and my back hits his chest and I nearly scream with frustration.
He trails soft, feather-light kisses along my jaw, and a shiver runs through me. My senses reel, my chest tightening, and just as the words are about to spill—he inserts a finger,
" ahhhhh Danny, I—"
" what baby ?" He says smiling to himself almost pleased.
" I need more "I'm lost in him, my sobs catching in my throat, moans escaping in ragged bursts .
He kisses my head and adds another finger and increases his pace , curling his fingers inside me.
And then I'm just a moaning mess , while he pumps those fingers in and out of me.
I'm so close , my legs are shaking , my body so alive.
I grab my boobs and pinch my nipples and he slaps my hand away and replaces it with his other hand .
Just when I'm about to cum he says—
" I asked you something, you didn't answer ?"
And then his pace slows… " what ?! "
" I asked you how is it ?" And then he kisses me again to drive his point home.
"I don't know what to say " I say all flushed.
He slides his fingers away, and I seize his hand, refusing to let go.
" It's good , there happy ? , please don't stop " my voice cracks with want, desperate for him.
"Tsk tsk ….Wrong " he murmurs.
" It's exquisite" and then he rams his fingers inside me and his mouth is on mine.
And I feel my thighs trembling, quivering uncontrollably, and before I can even catch myself, I spill over his fingers.
I'm a shuddering, moaning mess wrapped in his arms, utterly undone.
He licks my fingers clean, his eyes locked on mine, and a heady, dizzying rush floods me—I feel weightless, suspended between pleasure and longing.
Slowly, deliberately, he lifts me, the heat of our bodies lingering, and carries me to bed.