Before Raiva had time to say another word, he leaned down and kissed her. The kiss was hot and intense. He tasted like gin and herbs. It kept going, like he was looking for something, his tongue soft and unyielding against hers. His hand grabbed the back of her head, pulling her in against him.

As she put her arms around his neck, he picked her up without stopping and made his way towards her bedroom. Briefly pausing as he held her with one arm and searched for the doorknob, he whispered in her ear.

“You know your dress is see-through, right?”

Shit.

His low voice sent shivers down her body and she felt the heat rising in her stomach.

“Yes,” she replied in a whisper, gently biting his ear.

“Fuck,” he muttered, ripping the door open and closing his behind him, twisting the key in a practiced manner.

He sat down on the bed, with her on his lap, and pulled her somehow closer towards him by her waist. His hand made his way up through her hair to the back of her head as he almost desperately kissed her again.

She felt him hardening against her and began pulling at his shirt. He paused and set her, standing up to undress.

The moonlight was shining in through the window, illuminating the contours of his body. He was muscular, even more than she had thought. His figure was rippled by the sheen on his abdominal muscles, his arms and chest, a result of years of physical exertion. Under his shirt he had looked a little bulky, though she now saw that he was actually quite fairly slim.

Clearly it’s a crime against creation for him to wear one at all.

She leaned forwards, caressing his body with her hands, feeling the shape of him. He wasn’t out of breath despite carrying her, though his breath was short and hard from arousal.

Sliding her fingertips over his chest, then to his stomach, she ended her exploration by pulling him gently towards her by the edge of his pants. He came closer, his breathing accelerating as she slipped her fingers between his skin and the fabric, to begin undoing the buttons.

One by one, they gave way, and when she finished she tugged lightly to to reach the now fully erect shaft. He was big. Her thumb and middle finger only just overlapped as she grabbed him, gently sliding up and down the soft skin, feeling him quiver and harden further.

She looked up at him, seeing that he was supporting himself on a bed post with one hand, and using the other to cover half his face. Though the world was currently in gray scale, she knew that he was flushed, and trying to hold back. Excitement washed over her, and she knew that she wanted to make him have all kinds of expressions, splintering that stern facade of his.

As she leaned in, close enough for him to feel her breath on the tip, he gasped lightly, tightening his grip on the pillar he was using for support. She pulled gently to fully expose the head and gave it a tentative lick.

He moaned and put his hand on her cheek as gently as possible, signaling her to continue.

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She parted her lips and started sucking the tip, slowly taking in more and more of him, before he filled her mouth entirely. He was getting wet, tasting a little salty on her tongue. Her hand was still holding his shaft, as she could not fit all of him at once. His moans were getting more frequent and his breathing rushed, intermingled with gasps and jitters.

She moved her hands to his hips and began letting him enter her throat, causing her to make wet and grunting sounds, which only seemed to agitate him more. Continuing until she started choking and couldn’t fit any more, meaning that there was still about two or three fingers’ worth less, she began withdrawing, still sucking and running her tongue along him, and wound up back to sitting in front of him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, gazing up at him.

“Shit,” he murmured and picked her up again to throw her on the bed.

He removed his pants and shoes in one motion, then climbed into the bed, pulling her by her waist to adjust their positions. Kissing her again, he could taste the saltiness, inciting him further. He pulled her dress over her head, holding her up with one hand, and began gently kissing her body, starting with her neck, moving down. She gasped, feeling heat spread from wherever his lips touched.

Pausing at her breasts, he pulled her towards him with one arm while delicately caressing her nipple with his free hand. She moaned at the feeling of his thumb rubbing gently over her, making her feel more sensitive by the moment. He put his lips against her other nipple and began circling it with his tongue, then licking it softly, causing her to squirm every time, almost being overwhelmed by the feeling of the warm wetness against her.

A short while later he continued his descent down her body, gliding his hands along her waist and hips as he kissed his way there. He got to her thighs and carefully parted her legs, causing her to moan in anticipation, running his lips along her inner thighs, all the way down to the side of her bent knees.

“Captain,” she let out helplessly, pleadingly.

He halted for a moment, caressing her only with his hands

“Griffin. No titles,” he responded breathlessly, he reiterated, “Please.”

She let out a small cry at his teasing touch.

“Griffin,” she breathed, steadily losing composure. “Don’t tease me, please.”

He smiled a crooked smile, hooking his arms underneath her to prop her up and placed his hands on her lower back.

Letting out a small yelp, she looked at him as he lowered his head towards her, then covered her face with her hands.

Without a trace of hesitation he ran his tongue up the topmost of her labia, causing her to squeeze her legs around his head. He continued undeterred, varying the speed and hardness of his tongue, working his way to her clitoris.

The moans escaping her mouth intensified and her breath hastened. A heat started building in the pit of her stomach, spreading. Right as he closed his mouth around her, kissing it, it culminated and she climaxed, a short but intense one, causing the tension from her body to dissipate.

Her legs let go of his head, and he lifted himself up, getting his face level to hers. They kissed, both of them breathless, the taste of them both intermingling in their mouths and on their tongues.

His hand found its way back to her, carefully feeling her wetness with his fingers.

She gasped softly against his lips as he slowly inserted a finger, making sure that she wasn’t in pain, and trying his best to be gentle.

“One more,” she moaned, putting her forehead against his, and digging her hands into his short hair.

He paused and retracted his hand momentarily, taken aback by her request. Trying to form a coherent thought through his haze, and only managing to suppose he was bigger than that. Before he could think further, she kissed him again, clouding his thoughts again.

Having forgotten all hesitation, he delicately began pressing his middle and index finger against her, causing her to let out a low moan. As he work his way in, she was gasping loudly, arching her back slightly, feeling every movement, every twitch of them inside of her. After a few moments she felt herself getting close to climaxing again, letting go of his face and covering her mouth to suppress her cry.

Fuck.

After her climax had subsided he gingerly removed his hand, wiping it haphazardly on the sheet before grasping the back of her head, holding her steady to look her in the eye.

“Are you ready?” he asked, almost desperately.

She smiled at him and put her hands on his chest, kissing him in affirmation.