Page 24 of Rage's Solace
His eyes widen as he takes in my body. I’m not sure what he’s seeing, I’ve put on weight since I was a teenager and there’s no missing the healing bullet wound on my chest. But the expression on his face tells me everything I need to know. He clearly likes what he sees. “You sure about this?”
I move closer and rub his naked chest with my hands. “I’m surer than I’ve ever been sure about anything.”
“What about Conrad? If you need more time. I can wait until you’re ready.”
“I don’t want to talk about Conrad right now, but you need to know, we didn’t have a conventional marriage. I only slept with him a handful of times and not in the last few years.” Now wasn’t the time to tell him how Conrad barely showed me any interest, he had affairs, and he was discreet about them, but it was obvious to me that he didn’t find me attractive. Which had made me wonder why he’d married me—though knowing what I do now, he was obviously pressurized into marrying me to cover up his brother’s crime. That one night ended up ruining three lives, mine, Rage’s, and Conrad’s.
Rage’s mouth falls open, but he recovers quickly. “I’m glad you didn’t have to be intimate with someone you didn’t like. You deserve so much better than that.”
“For the first time in my life, I’m starting to think you’re right. I do deserve better than the hand I was dealt in life.”
He tugs me closer and murmurs, “You sure as fuck do. Conrad was a fool for not seeing how special you are. I’m not about to make the same mistake.”
Before I can respond, he maneuvers me down onto the bed and comes down beside me. I realize he’s intent on keeping his weight off my still sore body. Everything about this man is good.
His lips meet mine again and I get lost in the kiss, forgetting everything that’s happened and only concentrating on the moment. He kisses his way down my body, carefully edgingaround the bullet wound. It’s still a fierce angry red but the hole has healed over. It’s more unsightly than painful.
By the time his head is between my legs, I remember the reason sex with Rage was always mind blowing, he excels at foreplay and relishes in exploring my body.
Tonight is no different. He tries the things I like from when we were teens and a few techniques that are new. I like it all, so very much. It’s like my body is starved for the exact kind of pleasure he deals.
When he begins to lick my slit, I spread my legs wider, wanting to encourage him as much as possible. He gladly takes the space I open up for him, wedging his big shoulders between my legs as he fucks me with his tongue. When Rage concentrates all his efforts on my clit, I zone out, aware of nothing more than the man who’s giving all the pleasure a woman could ever ask for.
He traces around my clit in tight firm circles, and it drives me mad with need. Then his tongue dips down to thrust inside me. It feels like a sacred promise of what’s to come when he uses his cock. He’s making my pussy flood with honey just for him. I run my hands through his hair as he tongue-fucks me. “So, good,” I whisper.
I come around his tongue with his thumb on my clit once and again with mouth on my clit and his fingers deep inside me.
He moves up over me but doesn’t come down on top of me. Instead, he rolls us gently, pulling me on top. I’ve got one leg on either side of his hips, and riding his cock to oblivion is all I can think of in this moment.
He helps me lift myself up and onto his thick cock. He’s spent a lot of time stretching me out but taking him is still a challenge. I ease my way down, feeling the burn as he breaches the walls that haven’t seen any action for years.
“You feel virgin tight,” He whispers as if awestruck.
I know that if we continue fooling around, my body will retain a Rage-sized space in my core, but I’m willing to chance it for one more night with him where I can forget all my troubles.
As he bottoms out in my body. I feel so full and almost don’t want to move. I take a few minutes and then I snatch all my courage up and lift off him. Feeling his cock dragging through every square inch of my pussy is like no pleasure I’ve ever known.
He’s just as excited as I am because he helps me lift myself and then eases me back down slowly. We slowly increase our pace. When I want to go hard, he sets a gentler pace, not going as deep or hard as I want. It’s frustrating as hell but I know he’s trying to go easy on me, so I decide to play nice.
The result is pure magic. Intense pleasure flows back and forth between us as he tells me how beautiful I am to him, how good my pussy feels wrapped around his cock. He’s graphic and brutally honest. In this moment, I don’t doubt him at all. Finally I lean forward and take a little more control. We go at my pace, experimenting with long slow strokes and short slow strokes, I love it all and can’t wait to feel him come inside me.
We make love for what seems like hours and fall into each other’s arms, sweaty and spent. We used to wake up in the night and go another round or two, but I know Rage won’t allow that until I’m released from my doctor’s care.
When I see the pure unbridled happiness on his face, I know deep down in my soul that we were meant to be. Unfortunately, other people with bad intentions got in our way. I vow to fight the world to keep him this time.
Chapter 9
Rage
Iwake up wrapped around the only woman I’ve ever truly loved. She’s just as soft, beautiful, and sweet as she was all those years ago. Maybe more so now that she was older and had given birth. Her shape was more womanly, her hips more rounded and her breasts were now heavy in my hands. She was no longer a fragile little wisp of a girl I had to worry about hurting when we had sex. This woman was made for a man like me and I was loath to let her slip away, especially after last night.
I was gentle with her because she was still healing. Something about having to hold back and restrain myself made the climax all the more enjoyable. Before I’d thought nothing in the world was more satisfying than a good hard fuck with an enthusiastic partner. Now, I realize my tastes have become more refined. I only want to have sex with one woman and being tender and gentle can be even more arousing if done right.
I hear my phone vibrating somewhere and slide out of bed to look for it. Of course it’s still in my room. I was in a rush to get to Priscilla last night when I realized she was upset in the shower. Thank God I rushed in when I did. I don’t know how much more she could have stood the hot water on her fragile skin.
I rush out and answer it before it wakes up Priscilla, who’s still sleeping soundly. After the scares of yesterday she needs all the rest she can get.
Siege answers when I say hello, “Zen dug up some information on your woman. You might want to come to the clubhouse. We’re meeting to parse through the data. That’s IT speak for trying to make sense of all the fragmented information he’s dug up from state and county sources.”