Exhausted and weary from touring Avi fought the urge to just wrap himself in seclusion and therefore force Rayne to do the same. He was certain that she wouldn't mind, but he wanted to be fair, so he accepted Kirstin's invitation to the party. He di...
I couldn't just leave you hanging without... Well You'll see.
So without Further adue
Shelly Keller
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The rest of the night was uneventful as the band and some of the people they loved the most settled around the fire. Everyone sat with someone in their arms, even Kevin had somebody in his, when did that happen? They watched the fire die down to embers and dumped ocean water on it to be sure it was out before they left. It was early morning when they finally made it back to the hotel. Avi stretched and yawned as they walked in the door.
"I'm off tomorrow. Are you off?" He asked as he kicked off his shoes by the door and pulled his shirt over his head tossing it on the nearby table.
"If so, we can sleep all day." He could feel Rayne near and it caused stirs of echoes in his belly. She put her hand on his back and closed the distance between them until their bodies touched. He gasped. She wasn't wearing a shirt either. Or anything.
"Oh?" Her breath was hot on his skin between his shoulders. It sent shivers down his spine. He wanted to turn to her and crush her lips with his, but he knew better. She had something else in mind. She pressed her chest to his back and let her hands wander seductively over his chest and down his belly to the buckle of his belt. He wanted to help her, but when he tried, just as every other time she was breathing on his neck from behind him with her naked body pressed to his so hard he could feel her nipples, she moved his hands away and bit him.
"Sounds like a plan." She purred, biting him gently while she unbuckled his belt. He was already swollen and ready for her. She dropped kiss after kiss on his back as she slid his shorts off his hips. Her hand was hot on him he was hotter. He didn't try to stop the moan that escaped him when she gently ran her finger over the tip of him, taking the slick moisture that had gathered there with it, then took him in her other hand and began gently stroking him. He put his hands on the wall to support himself as his legs grew weak while he rode the wave of her strokes. He would never tire of her touch. His eyes crossed for the pleasure she gave him and he begged her to stop. When she asked him why he replied,
"Because I need to be in you. That is where I belong. I just do. Please?" He pleaded. She was all that he wanted and needed. He wasn't lying. He needed to be in her.
"I think I can help you with that." Her voice was like pure silk and honey as it flowed to his ears. Momentarily he regretted asking as she released her hold on him and both her hands took to his hips and turned him agonizingly slow to face her. He didn't recognize the look in her eyes, it was hungry, very hungry and new. He felt like prey under the power of her stare. She kissed him too slowly and made him ached for more of her. He caught his hand in her hair, and pulled her to him, seeking what he wanted from his love. She didn't resist him until she was struggling for breath against his lips. He slipped his other hand down her back, over her hip and up her thigh. She threw her head back and moaned deeply as he slipped his fingers into her. He answered with a growl. He pulled at her hair once more as his lips dove for her long, exposed neck. His teeth and his tongue flashed over her skin as his fingers pleasantly massaged her butterflies into a frenzied tangled mess in her belly. His hand slipped from her hair to trail down her back tickling and teasing as they went barely touching her skin. He slipped his hand into the center of her back to support her weight as his mouth continued a steady descent. She arched her back into his arm, trusting him to hold her weight and leaned back to expose her bare chest to him. With one hand holding her up and the other pumping gently into her, he didn't have a free one so he used his teeth and his tongue to taunt and tease until it looked like she was standing shirtless on a frigid day. She moaned when he found the spot he knew so well within her and simultaneously manipulated her nipple perfectly with his tongue. Her body melted in his hands.
Without missing a beat, he pulled his fingers from within her and moved that hand behind her thigh. He lifted her leg and put it on his hip, leaving her exposed, hot, bothered and ready for him. He wasted no time sliding himself into her. He growled and moaned just as loudly at the silky-smooth and perfect connection of their bodies.
His knees felt weak, his head light and his body euphoric as he drove into her time and time again. Her back remained arched over his arm leaving her breast exposed to him. He stopped long enough to admire the smooth skin and the small round shape of her. Her skin wasn't pale like his and her nipples weren't pink. He loved it when that was new to him, he still did. He renewed his drive into her body just as he cupped her gently and pulled her dark colored nipple into his mouth.
His reward was a sharp gasp and a powerful moan. She squeezed him as her body contracted with pleasure around him and sent wave after wave of intense pleasure through his body. He moved to kiss her, he'd spent too much time with her breasts and not enough with her mouth. His kiss left them both reeling and senseless. He put both of his hands on her ass as she locked her arms around his neck and put her other leg on his hip. They moved together naturally as if sex was a dance they had danced together all their lives. He picked her up and carried her to the bed where he sat her down on the edge of it.
He used his hips to force her legs further apart and drove hard into her forcing his name past her lips. He held his breath and rode the wave. Then he pushed her further up on the bed and took his sweet time making love to the defender of his dreams, the love of his life. He loved her with slow and measured patience then reckless abandon until the sun rose and he could not see straight to save his life.
Sweat wet his hair and glistened off their bodies in the early morning light when she finally lay her head on his chest and drifted off to dream safe warm and secure in the arms of the one man she loved. Exhausted and more than satisfied he casually asked the sweaty beauty lying along his side,
"You meant to throw her phone in the fire?" He registered her laugh as she gently traced designs and shapes in the sweat on his chest.
