Rae & Ortíz

the first time

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

She reached for him, but he stepped away. He needed to hear it from her own mouth. "Yes, Ortíz. I want this. Get over here. Now." The last part was a growl, a command he obeyed. She pulled him down by his shirt, captured his mouth in hers and tangled her fingers into his thick hair, walking them over to the bed. She moaned in his mouth, unwilling to pull away, and felt her knees go weak as he sucked on her bottom lip. She hadn't let anyone kiss her the way this man did now. There was something about Ortíz that made her offer everything she had. Time wasn't a concept as they stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, disoriented by an endless kiss. Ortíz's hand felt so warm and large behind her head, the other splayed across her jaw and chin. Hers, in contrast, were more adventurous and he was very aware of their trek. Her fingers left his hair and moved down his nape, grazing the top of his shoulder blades and down to his throat and collarbones. He shivered at her touch. It had been some time since he'd felt this excited, but there was also an anxiety that lingered in his nerves as he worried about his ability to give her what she wanted.

He pulled away then, chuckling as she made a sound of protest and tried to follow. His fingers grazed the edge of her shirt and he met her eyes in question. She peeled it off so fast, it became obvious that his caution was causing her frustration. He sighed softly at the thought and took in the sight of her. When he waited too long to touch her, she turned her back and slowly shimmied out of her leggings, bending down low to give him an eyeful of ass. His breath hitched and he quickly crossed the distance between them, turned her to face him, and pinned her on the mattress under his weight. She smiled and lifted her chin as he kissed down her throat. His hand went under her arched neck and he gently lifted her head to free her long hair from under her. He gathered it all in one hand and splayed it above them, before returning his mouth to hers. She couldn't stop the tears that welled under her eyelids at the sweetness of his gesture and he immediately noticed her wet lashes when he pulled away once more. He wiped his thumb under them and opened his mouth to ask what was wrong but her lips were on his again.

"Nothing, nothing's wrong. Keep going." He hummed in acknowledgement and buried his hands in her hair, fingers on her scalp and tangling in the strands, creating a light, tugging pressure. His tongue did something clever then and she found herself melting into him. She snapped out of it right before she left him completely to his devices. She bit on his lip and he pulled away with clouded eyes. "Ortíz, I do like to take my time, but you're killing me here. Why are you still so overdressed?" He chuckled, the vibrations reverberating in his broad chest. She hadn't managed to strip him of a single article of clothing, though she had succeeded in undoing the first two buttons of his shirt. He gently kissed her already swollen lips and raised himself on his knees. She lifted herself onto her elbows under him and watched as he undid the rest of his buttons. Gradually, more of his brown skin was revealed to her and he pulled off the shirt, tossing it to the floor. For a moment she forgot to breathe, fixated on the way his body flexed and clenched as he moved, his dark nipples, and the faint trail of hair leading down his navel and further. Light, puckered scars stood in contrast to the black ink of intricate tattoos decorating his left side.

He undid the button on his pants and started to move off of the bed, but Rae slid out from the arch of his thighs and reversed their positions. She'd tugged off the rest of his clothes before he could react and then her mouth was on him. He inhaled sharply and sat up as she swallowed him. Ortíz pulled her back by her hair before she impaled herself. "Rae," he ground out. She slowly eased up, very softly grazing him with her teeth as she went. His abdomen spasmed. Still holding her by her hair, he returned her mouth to his and tried to revert to their previous pace but she resisted. "Sit against the headboard," she instructed. He lifted himself further up the mattress and she crawled after him. He swallowed hard as he realized that he'd become prey. Her head dipped between his legs and her mouth was on him again. She paced herself this time, licking the length of him and sucking on the head, giving extra attention to the frenulum. He held her long hair out of her way, reveling at the way it glossed in the dim light and the movement of her long tongue. Soon enough, she'd swallowed him all the way to the base, throat tight and strained. When she came for air, he'd had enough. He pulled her up to her knees spread on either side of his legs, and pulled down her black underwear. A string of wetness came with them and he lost it. He ripped the delicate material apart with both hands and threw it.