Chapter 7
Within the blink of an eye, all their stuff was out in the living room and the two of them were standing in the same positions as in the ocean in his bedroom. Even though they were still wet, they carried on. He carried her over to the bed and laid her on her back while taking off her swimsuit bottoms. He shimmied his off while she removed her top.
"Oh my God," he awed at her chest.
He dove on top of her and kissed every inch of her chest. Her head went back in pleasure and her legs wrapped around his waist.
"Garfield," she gasped, "Show me what you can do."
"You don't want that," he whispered into her ear. She used her powers and flipped them to where she was the one on top and holding him down.
"Yes. I do," she fearfully said. "No holding back."
She held his wrists firmly against the bed as she began kissing his neck while she teased him with her grinding.
"Oh, fuck…" he quietly moaned.
"You want it?" She playfully asked.
"More than anything."
"Then come and get it," she teased. Within an instant she was off him and standing against the wall, her body asking to be taken advantage of.
He leapt off the bed and picked her up wrapping her legs around his waist. He slammed her against the wall and forced his hard member into her. She cried out and dug her nails into his back. He thrusted forcefully in and out of her, soaking in her moans as if he needed them to survive.
"Not… rough enough," she taunted him in between gasps for air.
He stopped thrusting and began kissing her as he carried her to the bed once more. He threw her down to where she was laying on her back smirking at him.
"I said, 'Don't hold back',"she taunted again, sliding her fingers down her waist. He watched as she began to pleasure herself. He couldn't stand it anymore and he dove on top of her, pushing her legs onto his shoulders and bending her in half as far as her muscles would let him.
Her moans were building up and her fingers had latched onto his hair, pulling it out of pleasure.
"Faster," she whispered.
He sped up as fast as he could go and felt her coming. She let out one louder moan and let go of his hair, falling back onto the sheets.
"I'm not done yet. Turn over," he commanded. She grinned and rolled over, arching her back and ready for him to take her again. He slipped into her once more and began pounding instantly. Her moans had picked up again and he took hold of her long black hair, pulling it towards him making her arch her back as far as it could. He sped up faster and faster and closed his eyes. His moment was coming and wanted to make sure it was good. It finally happened and he let her go. Once she felt he had pulled out, she fell onto the bed.
She laid there on her stomach trying to catch her breath. He flopped down right beside her, rubbing her back.
She lifted her head up and looked at how out of breath and sweaty he was, and just smiled.
His eyes met hers and he gave her a mild kiss, letting her know that she was special to him.
"Was that rough enough for you?" He asked.
"I have to admit," she grinned, "You really know what you're doing."
They both dozed off for a mid-afternoon nap.
Raven had woken up shivering. She noticed that she didn't have any clothes on and they were on top of all the blankets. She found her swimsuit cover up and put it on and went back to her sleeping prince. She gently floated down onto his back and began to rub it for him. His movements replied to the pleasure she was supplying him. He eventually woke up and flipped over.
"How long were we asleep?" He groggily asked, running his fingers through his hair.
She shrugged, "A couple hours?"
He stretched below her and then took his hands and rubbed her arms.
"Can I tell you how amazing that was?" He asked.
She giggled, "It was alright."
"Alright?! What do you mean 'alright'?" He laughed.
"You could've been more rough," she winked.
"Alright, missy." He wiggled his way out from under her and got his pants back on.
"Next time, I wanna see you do all the work."
She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately.