Dirty by Lucia Jordan

"I had this awful
dream that you and I were Maestro and Melanie."
    "Seeing me must have brought back old
memories from working on the set." He touched her cheek, stroking
his thumb over her cheekbone. "You were never Melanie to me, you
know. She's nothing but a bunch of words in a screenplay." He
rested his hand on her shoulder. "You're the most genuine woman
I've ever known."
    She covered his hand with hers, intending to
pull it away but instead holding it between her own. "What about
Lena?"
    "I don't want to talk about her right now,"
he said and started to rise.
    "No. Don't leave me." She brought his hand to
her aching breast so he could feel her nipple pebbling under his
palm. "Raven."
    "I know, sweetheart. I feel it, too." His
eyes darkened as he gently massaged the mound of her breast and
then he drew his hand away. "Which is why I'd better go."
    "I don't want you to." The words burst from
her lips. "Please. I don't care about Lena or the past or anything.
I can't stand feeling this emptiness anymore."
    "I can take care of you," he said as he
tugged the elastic from the end of her braid and began freeing the
soft pale strands. "I can make it all better. Just be sure you want
this, Mari, because I do -- too much to stop if you change your
mind."
    "I won't." She lifted her trembling hands to
the front of her blouse, releasing the buttons until she revealed
the ivory lace bra she wore beneath it. "Touch me, please."
    Raven nodded and cradled her face between his
big hands before he touched his mouth to hers. The kiss he gave her
began soft and sweet but as they tasted each other Marielle felt
the hunger behind his gentleness. He wants this as much as I do.
With a sigh of relief, she parted her lips for his tongue and wound
her arms around his neck.
    Raven peeled away her blouse and unhooked her
bra before he lowered her onto her back, leaning over her as he
rubbed his hand over one breast and then the other. "I never forgot
how pretty these are," he murmured as he pressed his mouth to each
nipple, using his tongue to caress them before he sucked lightly
while he stripped off the rest of her clothes.
    Marielle slid her hands down his back, urging
him on top of her and spread her legs so she could clamp her thighs
around his hips. That made the thick, heavy bulge of his erection
press against her crotch and she slipped her hand between their
bodies to stroke it with her fingers.
    Raven lifted his head and rolled his hips,
rubbing his bulge against her palm. "Unzip me." When she did, he
reached down, pulled out his shaft and clasped her hand around it
before he rolled onto his back. "I'm all yours, Mari. Do whatever
you like with me."
    She gave him a few strokes as she watched his
face and listened to him groan. A big pearly bead of come waited on
the crown of his cockhead and she bent down to lick it away before
she enveloped him with her mouth.
    "Ah, fuck." Raven arched his hips and watched
her through narrowed eyes as she bobbed her head, sliding his shaft
deeper. "That's so good, sweetheart. Take all you want, oh yeah,
like that. I love seeing your pretty lips on my cock."
    Marielle rubbed his shaft with her tongue as
she worked it in and out. The smell and feel of him fucking her
mouth made her sex swell and go slick. She wanted to keep sucking
him until he came but her pussy throbbed with the ache of six
lonely months. She couldn't deny it another second.
    Raven helped her as she climbed atop him,
grasping her waist with his strong hands and lifting her over his
hips. The moment the straining bulb of his cockhead touched her
folds Marielle began to tremble. She had to brace herself with her
hands on his shoulders as she lowered herself onto him, his girth
stretching her to the limit.
    "You feel so tight on me, baby," he said. "Go
slow or I might hurt you."
    You already have, Marielle thought. A new
wave of self-hatred crashed over her and she pushed herself off him
to curl over in a miserable huddle.
    "Mari." Raven