Naomi was waiting in his dressing room ninety minutes before the concert was scheduled to start. She smiled in the mirror as Raiden approached her.
“I’m on my break,” she said. “Maybe I shouldn’t have snuck in, but I couldn’t help myself. I had to see you.”
“You look ravishing.” He kissed the back of her silken neck and caught her gaze. Her infectious giggle brought a smile to his face.
“Wherever did you learn that word, Denny? Some rich old bitch?”
“It’s called the thesaurus.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Since when do you use the thesaurus?”
“Since I met you. Need to brush up on my English if we’re gonna make this work.”
“But Denny, your English is nearly perfect.”
“Nearly.”
Naomi tossed her long, white-blonde hair over one shoulder, gray eyes dancing. “Perfection is overrated.”
“Of course, you’d say that. You’re already perfect,” Raiden murmured into her hair.
They locked eyes in the mirror and smiled at each other, blissfully in love.
“I think there’s a little time before the show starts.” Naomi walked her fingers up Raiden’s thigh. Coquettishly, she tossed her hair and thrust her breasts forward. “I have a good luck charm for you.”
“Oh, really?”
“Absolutely. If you can handle it.”
Naomi cupped her breasts through her gauzy pink dress and laughed. The sweet sound drove Raiden crazy with lust. Pulse quickening, he started to remove his leather gloves, but Naomi put a hand out to stop him.
“I like those,” she purred. “Leave them on.”
“What about this?” Raiden gestured to his loose-fitting shirt. “On or off?”
“No more questions.” Naomi stood up. She narrowed her eyes in a predatory stare and reached for his belt.
Raiden felt a throb of arousal. His fiancée was not ordinarily aggressive when it came to sex. Secretly, he had always wanted her to be a little less vanilla, so he welcomed the change. Naomi hungrily tore off his belt and unzipped his pants. Staring into his eyes, she slid down her dress straps, exposing her round, beautiful breasts. Raiden panted as she got down on her knees, tugged his cock free, and took him into her mouth.
“Naomi.”
Sweating, he lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground. He fisted Naomi’s hair with one hand, and caressed her face with the other. Moaning, she increased her pace, sucking his swollen cock with tangible greed. Raiden did not bother to ask why she was being so assertive. It felt too good to ask her to stop—until Naomi made the decision for him. She released him from her mouth with a wet smack, spread her legs, and showed him the money. Then his mind was made up on how he wanted to have her.
Still wearing his leather gloves (but nothing else), he slipped inside her, panting at the effort of keeping his self-control intact. His id ordered him to pound her without mercy.
No. I can’t hurt her.
They rocked together, tentatively at first, then with intense rhythm. Naomi drove Raiden wild when she whimpered and clutched his ass. Raiden lifted her legs, spreading them. Grabbing the lube from the side of the bed, he popped it open and applied a generous amount to his gloved finger. Gently, he traced circles around her anus, and then inserted his sleek finger. Stretching her out with one hand, he took the other and placed it on her clit, massaging her pleasure zone. With his cock still firmly ensconced within her, he grew harder. Naomi gently bit his earlobe. Her muscles relaxed—she was ready. Groaning, he slipped out of her, and guided himself toward her other entrance.
“Is this okay?” he whispered.
She smiled in assent. The first few thrusts were difficult. It was almost impossible for Raiden to move within that tight cavern of heat.
Naomi’s breathing sped up. She winced. “Wait a minute.”
Raiden was torn. He desperately needed to keep fucking her this way, but satisfying his desire was not worth upsetting her.
“We can stop, if it hurts too much. I don’t mind,” Raiden murmured in her ear.
She shook her head no. “I can handle it. Just go slowly.”
Raiden applied a fresh layer of lube and entered her again. This time, he distracted her from the pain by kissing her, caressing her breasts, and sucking her neck. Naomi sighed in appreciation. She let him venture deeper inside.
“Naomi,” Raiden breathed. “You feel so good.”
“So do you,” she answered him. “God, you feel incredible.”
Raiden kissed her mouth passionately. He asked for admission with his tongue, and she gladly complied. His senses overloaded, taking him to places soft, and bright, and unseen. Naomi’s face was below his, bathed in a light sheen of sweat, smiling as they kissed and licked and fucked and came. He had never been more in love with her. In the back of his mind, however, the shadow of a stranger lurked with an unspoken question to which Raiden knew not the answer.
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