Rose Raven

Nick looked out his window, smoke curling out of his nostrils and mouth as he slowly exhaled. His thoughts drifted to Raven, and of their lovely, 'discussion' earlier.

. . . "I don't date, I haven't dated in over a year, and I don't plan to," . . .

"A year?" he asked, looking over her lithe looking body, "That's a long time to go without."

He was idly wondering if she masturbated . . .

"No, I don't," she said darkly. . .

He took another drag off his cigarette, wryly thinking that seeing her in a fit of
unbridled passion would be incredibly wonderful. In fact, given the situation they were now now in, he'd give anything to bonk her. He suddenly realized there was something, or someone, else in the room, and he turned around, seeing her standing there near the door in a long silk robe. The moonlight flooding in illuminated her enough, but he turned on the lantern he had brought up as a formality.

"It's not a very good idea to be wandering around this place alone," he said, putting out his fag on the bottom of the glass he was using as an ashtray.

When she didn't answer, he looked up, and watched her give him a wicked grin as she reached for the tie on her robe. It fell down to her feet and lay there in an inky pool, and he dragged his eyes up  her body, noticing she was indeed a true blonde, and those breasts were definitely real. He swallowed and felt a heat growing in his groin as she turned and walked to the bed, her hips swaying enticingly underneath the platinum curtain of her hair. She reached his bed and turned back around, raising an eyebrow expectantly. He just sat there on the sill, unable to move, or even speak, wondering if
this was real or if this was an illusion created by the house.

She sat down on the bed and he felt another rush of blood to his groin as she spread her legs, giving him an excellent view of everything. He found himself thinking that she didn't seem the type to opt for the Brazilian job, but pushed it to the side and drew in a shaky breath as he watched her lick the first two fingers of her right hand and slide them slowlwn hwn her body.

This has to be an illusion, he thought, feeling his erection push painfully against his jeans as he watched her draw lazy circles around her clit, making no noise. Her back arched a little bit, pushing her breasts forward. God, if this were only real, he thought, fighting the urge to either run over and find out, or to undo his fly and take care his frustration himself.

There was a sudden knock on the door and he turned his head. When he turned back to the bed again, to his disappointment and slight shock, saw it was empty. He looked down at himself then and silently cursed as he walked to the door. He opened it and looked into a familiar pair of emerald green eyes.

"Raven," he said hoarsely, "What are you doing here?"

"Can we talk?" she asked tonelessly.

"Yes, come in," he said, not knowing why, and noticed she was still in the clothes she had worn earlier, though it did nothing to stifle his previous ardor.

"I didn't wake you did I?"

"No," he said, hoping she wouldn't look below his chest anytime soon.

"Lovely room," she said, looking around.

Her eyes lingered on the bed a moment too long for his comfort.

"What do you want to talk about?" he asked, part of him wanting to throw her out so he could ease the throbbing pressure in his pants, the other part wanting to throw her onto the floor for the same reason.

"You sound snippy," she said, turning around and glancing at him, "Do you want me to leave?"

I want to fuck your brains out, he thought, "No. Please, sit down."

"I'd rather stand," she said, then walked over to where he had previously been sitting at the window, and added, "For now."

He followed her over and watched her look disapprovingly at the cigarette butts.

"Smoking's bad for you," she said, looking out his window.

"Right now I don't really care," he almost growled.

"Do you have anymore?" she asked.

"Yes," he said, one of his eyebrows raising now, "Why? Do you want one?"

"Maybe later," she said, then looked him in the eyes.

She must have noticed his discomfort, because she frowned, "What did you see?"

"Nothing," he lied, his pants getting maddeningly tight again as he glanced at her visible cleavage.

She moved closer and smiled softly, "You're a bad liar."

He was about to respond when she cut him off with a kiss, running her hands over his chest. He groaned and grabbed her hips, holding the still as he ground against them, feeling her break away and gasp. She pushed away long enough to take off her shirt and throw it across the room, and he ran his hands over her back to her bra, his eyes focused on hers. She kissed him hungrily and wasn't left wanting as his tongue battled with hers. He tasted smoky, musky, and she felt like she was drowning in him. Especially with all the tantalizing images he was throwing her way.

He unhooked her bra and almost tore it off, running his hands up her sides and greedily grabbing her breasts, kneading the soft flesh. She moaned and arched into his hands, feeling his hungry mouth moving quickly down her neck.

"God Nick, slow down," she groaned, not really wanting him to.

"I can't," he gasped, his hands traveling down her hips and then around to her backside, "Maybe the second time."

She felt herself smile again before he nipped one of her nipples, and she groaned.

"Now, please," she gasped, her hands moving to his zipper.

He began bunching up her skirt as he pulled her to the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. The back of his legs hit the bed and he turned, throwing her on the bed. He finished pushing her skirt up and quickly pulled off her panties, staring at the prize he had unwrapped. He looked back at her eyes and unbuttoned his pants, groaning as he pushed his underwear down and the tight confines were removed. He watched her look down at him and then back up, and she scooted back, putting her feet flat and spreading her legs farther.

"Please," she gasped, her voice a strangled whisper.

He took off his shirt and climbed on top of her kissing her with more passion than he'd probably ever had for any other woman, and slowly entered her, feeling her arch and groan under him.

"Oh God," he groaned, reveling in the tight, velvet warmth that surrounded him.

He began pumping into her vigorously, hearing her moans and mewling mixing with his own throaty groans. He opened his eyes, realizing his fantasies were hollow compared to this. They slid closed again as he felt himself tighten up, all the blood in his body seeming to flow to his groin, and the pressure was sinfully delicious.

She felt like she was entering Heaven, passing through it, and coming out on the far side of Hell. Nothing heavenly could feel this wonderful. She groaned his name and dug her nails into his smooth back, feeling the first wave wash over her. Another quickly followed the first, and then another, a varitable tidal wave of pleasure as she finally came, bringing him with her. He collapsed into her and kissed every part of her he could reach without moving.

"God that was wonderful," he panted, cupping her face and gently kissing her lips.

She lay there gasping, and softly smiled, satisfied, but not quite.

"How long?" she asked, tracing the valley of his spine and feeling him shudder like a horse.

"Mmm. Give me ten minutes," he said, rolling them over, "I'm not as young as I used to be."

"That's still a decent recovery time, she smiled, leaning down and kissing him, "I was afraid you'd tell me you could only manage it once."

"I wish I'd forced conversation on you sooner," he smiled back, "We could have been doing this all week."

"We'll make up for it," she said, feeling him running his hands over her sides, and closed her eyes.

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It's finally gone, Emory thought, opening his eyes and tentatively lowering his hands from his ears, hearing silence. Why the house was now now making him hear people having sex, he wasn't sure. At least it wasn't something else, but going to sleep with a raging hard-on wasn't fun at all. If he'd thought about it, he would have realized that his closet was connected to Nick's, and it wasn't the house making the noise.