Raw (Erotic Romance) (3 page)

“I know you think Valentine’s Day is lame,” Trisha sighed, unlocking the door to their apartment.  “But I’m glad we at least went out to dinner tonight.  That Italian restaurant was nice.  We should try it again.”

“Mmmhmm,” Declan mumbled vaguely.  “Close your eyes.”

“What?  Why?” She queried, looking at him suspiciously.

“Because I have a surprise for you in the bedroom.  Now you’ll see why I was the one taking so long to get dressed tonight!”

Trisha giggled.  “I thought you were taking too long to pick out a tie tonight.  What do you have in that bedroom, Dr. Brady?”

“Close your eyes, and I’ll show you,” he whispered huskily as she complied.

He clasped her hand gently and led her into the dimly lit bedroom.  “Open your eyes,” he instructed.

She fluttered her lids open and gasped, beholding a red velvet bedspread sprinkled with rose petals of the same shade.  On the dresser stood a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and two glasses.  He strode over to the nightstand and lit a pair of aromatherapy candles as Trisha floated onto the bed.  Grasping the silky petals in her hands, she inhaled the rich floral fragrance as Declan lay down next to her.

“This is the most romantic thing you’ve ever done for me,” Trisha said tenderly.

“I knew you’d be surprised.  And you said I think Valentine’s Day is lame!  Nothing lame about this,” he murmured deeply, shoving his thumbs under her spaghetti straps and easing them down her shoulders.

Trisha expected him to pay homage to her breasts as he loved to do.  But instead, he
slowly unwrapped her dress and slid her stockings off her legs.  Tugging her underwear down her hips and unfastening her bra, he left her nude and vulnerable on the bed of rose petals.

Still fully clothed, Declan gently pushed her onto her side as she rolled over on the satiny petals.  She was sweating mildly, and the petals stuck to her body, cloaking her in a sweet natural lingerie.  Through fiery eyes, Declan regarded her, caressing one of the petals that had clung to her slender waist.  Then he pushed her towards the headboard so she fell back against a mountain of
pillows.  Sighing contentedly, she parted her legs as he placed them over his shoulders and bent over to kiss her bounty.

Removing a rose petal with his teeth, he flicked his tongue against her taut nub and licked his fill as she cooed ecstatically.  Too often he rushed foreplay and sought his own gratification, so this tutelage was a welcome change.  She spread her legs wider so he could bury his head between them and enrobe her clit with his tongue.  He lapped at it continuously as she stuck a fingertip into her mouth and sucked on it.  Her breasts rose and fell with her shallow, excited breathing.  Enflamed by her reaction, Declan opened his mouth to accommodate her entire clit, clasping the bud between his full lips and sucking with gentle pressure.

“Declan,” she breathed as his lips tugged on her clit and caused the flesh to quiver with need.

He made no reply but instead affixed his hands to her creamy inner thighs, caressing the hot skin before sliding his hands over to her wetness.  With the maddening triangle of his mouth and two strong hands, he worked her secret flesh into a frenzy.  She jutted her chin out and looked up to see what he was doing.  His face was beet red as he
used his tongue to toy with her clit and massaged her dripping lips with his hands.

“Oh, it’s too much!” She cried out,
as he worked her past the brink of her endurance.

Keeping her in a heightened state of arousal, he slathered her burning clit with his tongue and rubbed those delicate inner lips.  He spread the lips wide, gazing inside where he needed his throbbing cock to be.  She chewed on
the inside of her cheeks so she wouldn’t cry out as he opened and closed the dewy folds while keeping his mouth on her clit.

“I really need to cum,” she said desperately, shoving her bounty in his face.

But he wanted her to stay in this limbo state of desire where she needed his mouth and hands to work her raw.  He plunged his tongue between her lips and pressed his thumb directly onto her clit.  The pressure of his thumb was so intense that it was almost painful, and she had to ease the ache somehow.  Moving her hand over his, she guided his thumb to rub up and down on her clit as he licked her inner walls.

“Like that, Declan, like that.  Don’t stop.  Please,” she urged, maneuvering his thumb over her overstimulated bud.

His mouth traveled back to her clit and claimed the swollen flesh again.  Suckling nonstop, he dragged her towards an explosive orgasm.  He wanted to feel and taste her juices all over his face, so he kept his mouth firmly planted on the center of her need.  Violently, she rocked her hips up and down, gripping the sheets in between clenched fists and shaking her head.  She sat up for a moment, ready to burst into a million shards of rapture, but he teased her cruelly, withholding what she needed more than air in that moment.

Unbelievably, he stopped the motions of his mouth and hands, staring up at her sweaty face.  She gazed down at him
indignantly, unable to believe that he had stopped a millisecond before she was about to cum.  But he didn’t stop for long.  Taking in an eyeful of her bare breasts with the perky nipples, he returned his attention to her bounty, massaging her clit with both hands as she moaned.

“Please don’t stop this time,” she pleaded in a whimper, yanking the sheets so hard that they popped off the mattress.

“I won’t,” he promised in a rasp, pressing his lips reverently onto her clit before sucking the bud profoundly.

She writhed on the bed as her wetness stained his freshly shaven face.  His breath was almost as hot as her passion as he blew teasingly on her inner thighs before mercifully planting his mouth on her clit again.  Frustrated that he had stopped
again even for a second, Trisha growled, and the sound was more animalistic than she knew she was capable of.  Incensed, Declan suckled her clit with deep pressure until he felt the little bud spasm with pleasure.

Trisha licked her lips
and moaned as the shock waves blazed through her so intensely that they sent a chill up her spine.  Declan lapped up her ecstasy as her hands uncurled and splayed open in surrender.  Her mouth was open in a silent scream as the spasms continued to shock her system and Declan rubbed his lips against her clit.

“Best Valentine’s Day ever,” she whispered in awe as he impatiently began undressing.

Like a madman, he pulled his tie off, almost choking himself in the process.  Then he ripped his jacket off and flung it across the room.  His fingers trembled as he unzipped his pants and set his distended cock free.  The cock pointed straight out as Trisha appraised it through shining eyes.  She was so wet that he could glide it inside her in one deep motion, mounting her on the bed and emitting a guttural sound as their flesh made contact...

Declan groaned loudly from the confines of the tent before slapping his hand over his mouth to silence himself.  The memory of that Valentine’s Day had left his overheated body plastered to the vinyl sleeping bag
in a sheen of perspiration.  Uncomfortably, he turned onto his side and tried to steady his breathing.  His fantasies of Trisha were becoming obsessive, and he needed to get a good night’s rest so he could concentrate on his work.  But he knew that sleep would not come easily that night and he would likely wake with dark circles under his eyes.

He blew out an angry breath and cursed himself for not asking Trisha to come with him on this trip.  So what if none of the other physicians brought their spouses along.  He
needed
Trisha and couldn’t endure being away from her for so long.  Crossing a muscular thigh over his erection, he tried to distract himself from the pulsating need that gathered there.  But every time he attempted to alter his train of thought, a vision of Trisha automatically resurfaced in his mind.

Unzipping the suffocating sleeping bag, he grabbed for his cell phone and sent her a text.

Babe, I can’t sleep at all.  I am literally going crazy.  You don’t understand how much I wish you were here.

Trisha was in the cafeteria munching unenthusiastically on a tuna fish sandwich when the message
chimed in.  Sensing that the message was from Declan, she immediately checked her phone.  Tossing the bland sandwich onto her tray, she cradled the phone in her hands like a baby and responded to his message.

I was just thinking about you too.  Can’t focus on my work!  Can you come home sooner?

She deleted the last part before she sent the message, knowing it was selfish and immature for her to ask him to cut his trip short.  Those children needed him, and he was doing work that very few people on earth were equipped to do.  He wrote back a heartwarming reply moments later.

And it’s not just how bad I want you.  I miss sleeping next to you and holding you in my arms.
I miss the little things.  The scent of your hair and holding your hand.  I love you so much, Trisha.

Wiping a stray tear from the corner of her eye, she reciprocated his declaration of love.

I love you so much too!  Maybe we should not be in touch so much while you’re away.  It’s only distracting us.  And we both have jobs to do.  Maybe we should just stop the communication until you get home.

Even though her heart protested wildly, her brain knew better and she sent the message.  They both had to be stronger in this relationship.  It was getting ridiculous how much the separation was affecting them.  In the back of her mind, she
also thought mischievously how much more volcanic the reunion would be if they deprived each other of all communication.  It would make that first kiss so much more intense.

I don’t like the sound of that.  But I know you’re right.  Get ready for me.  Because I’m going to turn you into Sleeping Beauty after I’m through with you.  You won’t be able to do anything for days…

With that erotic promise, the virtual conversation ended, and Trisha sipped her lukewarm cola through a straw.  Turning her phone off for the first time since Declan had left, she headed to the elevator and her cubicle where a pile of paperwork was waiting for her.

***

Raw Reunion

Trisha shuddered with anticipation as the key turned in the lock. 
There had been little communication since their last messages, and she felt butterflies in her stomach at the thought of being in his arms again.  After two brutal weeks apart, they were finally going to be reunited.  She swept her luxurious hair away from her face and adjusted the straps on her black lace corset.  Perching on the sofa, she watched avidly as Declan walked through the door.

His breath caught in his throat as he beheld her in the skimpy lingerie that accentuated her curvaceous figure.  He ran to her,
embracing her tightly and rendering her breathless.  Seizing her lips in a voracious kiss, he tangled his hands in her long hair and fed off her mouth like it was nourishment after a famine.  No words were necessary as she received the kiss and infused it with her own spicy brand of passion. 

Rubbing her knee into his prominent erection, she offered him her tongue and slid her body up and down his.  He hadn’t even bothered to lock the front door, and the curtains were wide open.  But neither lover cared as they tumbled onto the sofa, kissing furiously and touching each other everywhere. 
Heaving in shaky breaths, Declan cupped her breasts in his hands and pinpointed the hard nipples with his thumbs.  He tried to restrain himself as the weeks of fantasizing were finally over, and he could indulge all 5 of his senses in experiencing Trisha again.

But she was equally frenzied and eagerly helped him take her breasts out of the restrictive wire cups.  Thrusting her chest out impudently, she sighed with delight as he drew a nipple into his mouth and sucked steadily on it.  She
relished the sensation of his bristly face scraping her tender flesh.  Declan reluctantly pulled his mouth away from her breast and looked into her eyes. 

He brushed her bangs aside and stroked her soft face.  She leaned into his touch, knowing that he was trying valiantly to control himself.  Their lips joined again as she pushed him down onto the sofa and climbed on top.  Unzipping his pants in one fluid movement, she released his cock and gripped it in her hands.  With long strokes, she stimulated his already rock hard flesh as he struggled to bear her touch without making any noise.  But lustful sounds escaped his throat as she pushed her panties aside and inserted his cock in her.  For once, she didn’t have patience for preliminaries either.

To her astonishment, Declan channeled all the self control he possessed and pulled out of her.  Swiftly, he lifted her into his arms and carried her like he had done over the threshold the day they moved into the house.  Trisha pressed her lips against his neck and felt his hard-on poke demandingly at her as he carried her to the laundry room.

With a salacious grin, he set her down on top of the washer.  “Aren’t you forgetting something?” She asked teasingly.

He looked at her blankly as his cock pulsated towards her.  “What?” He rasped.

“To have the most fun with this washer, it needs to be turned
on
,” she reminded, dumping a few garments in and adjusting the settings.

“Now
everything
in this room is turned on,” he whispered, lifting her onto the machine again.  “Especially me.”