Ravens Prayer

"How's my pretty boy doing today?" she asked. She walked into the living room, removing her coat and bag. There in the kitchen stood Raven, sitting at the island, munching on an apple. She took in his tall stature as he leaned forward. He quickly hopped off the stool and took the coat and bag from her hands before readily placing a kiss on her lips. She smiled up at him, breathed a sigh, and sat on the stool.

"Rough day at work, baby?" He pulled out some food from the microwave and placed it in front of her. "No, just tired," she smiled to herself. "I missed you." Her voice was warm, but there was a teasing edge to it. He leaned into her hair and kissed her forehead. He placed his hands on her face and planted kisses all over it a smile on his face as he did so. He slowly released her face. His gaze never leaving her face as she turned towards the plate in front of her.

"Did you have a great day today?" She said, taking a bite of the food and savouring the taste with a soft moan and closed eyes. "Mmmm, this is amazing, babe, I love it."

He smiled happily, handing her a glass of wine before moving behind her to massage her shoulders. His hands worked gently at the tension in her muscles, and she let out a soft sigh of contentment, but as his fingers brushed against her skin, he couldn't ignore the way his pulse quickened, the way his body responded to her nearness.

"You're so good at that," she murmured, tilting her head to give him better access. Her voice was low, almost a purr, and it sent a shiver down his spine. He slowed down the past, savouring her skin under his hands. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, inhaling the familiar scent of her shampoo. It was moments like these--quiet, intimate, and utterly theirs--that reminded him how lucky he was to have her. He let his mind wander as he felt the warmth of her energy embrace him.

They continued talking about their day and catching up on the little things that made their lives feel intertwined. The soft glow of the candles on the island flickered, casting warm shadows across the room. The air of intimacy slowly surrounded them in an air-tight cocoon. She laughed at something he said, her eyes crinkling at the corners, and he felt his chest tighten with affection. Something about how she looked at him- like he was the only person in the world- made his heart race. She stared at him with such intimacy that it seemed to cradle his soul. The warm rush that made him feel alive in her presence, he would do anything to make sure that smile stayed on her face.

As the conversation lulled, Raven reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering against her cheek. She leaned into his touch, her lips curving into a soft smile turning her head to look at him, her eyes dark with desire, and Raven knew she felt it too--the magnetic pull that always seemed to draw them together. He lowered his eyes to her lips and watched as her tongue quickly darted across them. He smiled fondly at her, the chemistry between them was phenomenal in every sense of the word.

After dinner, she stretched lazily, the fatigue of the day still lingering in her muscles. "I think I need a warm bath," she said, glancing at Raven with a small smile. "I just want to relax for a bit after that massage you gave me."

Raven nodded, his hands lingering on her body like a ghostly whisper. "Go ahead, baby. I'll clean up here." He pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek before she disappeared down the hallway.

The sound of running water soon filled the apartment, and Raven couldn't help but smile to himself as he tidied up. He lit a few candles in the living room, the soft glow adding a warm, intimate ambiance to the space. By the time she emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel with her skin still glistening from the steam, the room felt like a sanctuary. Her favourite oils misted through the room, and a bottle of her favourite wine sat iced in a bucket near two wine glasses.

"Feel better?" he asked, his voice low and warm as he approached her with purpose. His eyes politely took in the image before him.

"Much," she replied, her smile widening as she noticed the candles. "You spoil me, Raven."

"You deserve it," he said simply, reaching out to brush a damp strand of hair from her face. He redirected her to the sofa as he poured out a glass for her. He loved seeing her happy; her happiness fueled his, and for that reason and many others, he dedicated the very fiber of his being to her. He poured out a glass for himself and the two toasted and sat in silence, sipping on the rich Grape liquid that filled them with knowing and longing.

He put the glass down and then reached for hers to do the same. He leaned forward, admiring every inch of her face before reaching forward to caress her. His touch lingered, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw before he leaned in to kiss her. It was slow and sweet, a quiet reconnection after the chaos of the day. When they finally pulled apart, she looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire.

"I want you, so bad." The words slipped out before he could stop them, raw and unfiltered. He planted kisses all over her face, each one a little more urgent than the last. "I missed you so much today," he murmured, his lips finally capturing hers in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. His hands slid gently across her throat, feeling the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath his fingertips. He uttered a soft moan at the thought of her body reacting to him.

Her hands snaked around his waist, pulling him closer as she breathed in the scent of his skin--her shower gel, mingling with something uniquely Raven. "Someone's been in my stash again," she teased, her voice low and playful.

"I missed you too much, I couldn't help it," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. She chuckled and nuzzled his neck, her lips brushing against his skin in a way that made him shiver. "You've been a good boy today, haven't you?" she murmured, her breath warm against his ear. She listened as he uttered a soft gasp, his heart racing and his eyes slowly closing with need.

He nodded gently, a soft moan escaping his lips as her hands began to explore his body, igniting a fire that had been smouldering all day.

"Please," Raven whispered, his voice trembling with need as she continued to tease him. His hands gripped the sheets, his body arching slightly toward her, desperate for more.

"Please what, baby?" she whispered back, her voice low and seductive, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

"I want you, I want to taste you, I want to kiss you, I want to be buried deep inside you," he whispered hoarsely, his voice shaking with emotion. The vulnerability in his tone only seemed to fuel her desire, and she rewarded him with a slow, lingering kiss that left him breathless.

She trailed kisses down his neck, her lips leaving small, possessive marks along his skin. Each touch was deliberate, each kiss a promise. "You're mine, you know that?" she murmured, her voice a mix of a whisper and a moan, as if she could barely contain her desire.

"Yes, Baby," he responded, his voice soft but filled with devotion. "Good boy," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear before she moved lower, her kisses trailing down his chest and stomach. Her hands explored his body with a practised ease, every touch igniting a fire within him. She responded to his whimpers with soft, encouraging moans. She watched as his cxck jerked and leaked in anticipation of her, and when she finally took his twitching cxck into her mouth, Raven let out a low, guttural moan. Her tongue slid up and down his shaft, her movements slow and deliberate, driving him wild with pleasure. His hands tangled in her hair, not to guide her, but to anchor himself as waves of ecstasy threatened to overwhelm him. She let her nails gently graze his hips and waist as she continued to suck on his hardened cxck.

He could barely contain himself, his body trembling at the rush of different feelings parading around his body. He wanted nothing more than to run his fingers in her hair and drag her to his lips and devour the taste of him off of her. He closed his eyes as another wave of shivers assaulted his body, the things she did to him made him wonder how he had survived without her all this time.

"My good boy?" she whispered, her voice soft and tentative, almost as if she were afraid of rejection. For a moment, her usual confidence wavered, and she looked up at him with a hint of vulnerability--a side of herself she only ever showed him. She needed to hear it from him, the confirmation that she was safe to be herself, and please him. He reassured her every day, but in this moment, when the tiny doubts began to form...

Raven's breath caught in his throat as he gazed at the beautiful woman before him. Her openness, her trust, her vulnerability; it undid him in the best way. He rested his hands gently on her face, his thumbs brushing against her cheeks as he guided her back to his mouth. His kiss was slow and reassuring, a silent promise that he was hers, completely and without reservation.

"Yours," he murmured against her lips, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "Always. Until you find a reason to get rid of me, I am yours." The words were a vow, simple yet filled with meaning, and they hung in the air between them like a shared secret.

His hands drifted lower, cupping her breasts with a tenderness that made her shiver. He looked up at her, his eyes searching hers for permission, his touch gentle and reverent. She nodded, a small, breathless smile playing on her lips, and that was all the encouragement he needed.

Raven leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. A low moan escaped him, the sound vibrating against her skin as he savoured the taste and feel of her. His hands continued to caress her, his touch firm yet loving, as if he were memorizing every curve, every sigh, every reaction she gave him. He suckled her nipples as if savouring the taste, the texture, her sounds.

"I love the way you taste," Raven murmured, his voice low and husky as he looked up at her. His eyes roamed over her body, admiring every curve, every line, as if she were a masterpiece he couldn't get enough of. "I want to taste every inch of you," he continued, his words a promise, "and memorize every part of you."

He began planting kisses along her skin, each one slow and deliberate, as if he were mapping her body with his lips, surveying every nook and crevice. His hands followed, tracing patterns that made her shiver, his touch both tender and possessive. "I want to hear you call my name," he whispered against her stomach, his breath warm and sending a ripple of anticipation through her. "I want to drink every last part of you, until there's nothing left but us." He felt her body shiver underneath his fingertips.

He looked up at her again, his eyes dark with desire, almost as if he were drunk on her presence, on the way she made him feel. There was something raw and unfiltered in his gaze, a hunger that went beyond the physical. "I want to make sure I satisfy your every desire," he said, his voice raw with emotion. "Will you let me, baby? Will you let me show you how much you mean to me?" He held her gaze with intensity that made her speechless.

She nodded silently, her breath hitching as Raven lowered his head between her thighs. The first touch of his tongue against her sent a jolt of electricity through her body, and a small, involuntary moan escaped his lips as he tasted her. She was sweet, intoxicating, and he couldn't get enough. He felt her tremble beneath him, her hands gripping the sheets as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.

Her back arched, and her fingers found his hair; he shuddered as the thrill ran through his body at the touch of her fingers. He devoured her with a hunger that bordered on desperation, his tongue exploring every sensitive inch of her as if he were memorizing her. He suckled gently, then more insistently, his movements coaxing soft whimpers and mewls from her lips. Each sound she made only fueled him further, his moans vibrating against her skin as he reveled in the way she responded to him.

Her pleasure was his obsession, and he wanted nothing more than to feel her unravel completely, to feel her gush against his face as he held her tightly. Her pleasure was a source of his, her wetness caused his own cxck to leak in anticipation of what was to come. His own body responded fiercely, his member stiffening and twitching with every gasp and shudder she gave him. The ache to bury himself deep inside her was almost unbearable, to fill her so completely that she'd remember every bit of him--inside and out.

But for now, he focused on her, on the way her body arched toward him, on the way her fingers tangled in his hair, urging him on. He was lost in her, consumed by her, and he wouldn't stop until she was trembling and breathless, until she called his name like a prayer.

Raven felt her body jerk and twitch under his tongue, her hips lifting slightly as pleasure coursed through her. She was so eager to please, eager to be pleased. Her fingers gripping tightly to his hair as if she were anchoring herself to him, to this moment. Her muffled cries filled the room, soft and breathless, until his name escaped her lips like a plea, a prayer, a declaration, A Promise.

He smiled against her, a deep sense of contentment washing over him. There was something profoundly satisfying about hearing her call his name, about knowing he was the one who could make her feel this way. He didn't stop, though--his movements became slower, more deliberate, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until she was trembling and spent beneath him. Till she was a whimpering mess and couldn't remember her own name, her only response was the urgency of her hips and the caress of her fingers. She was lost to this world and surrounded by his, the only thing she knew right now was him.

When he finally pulled away, he pressed gentle kisses to her inner thighs, his breath warm against her sensitive skin. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of adoration and hunger, and whispered, "You're so beautiful like this."