that the heat starting in her pussy is about to spread throughout her whole body.
As if he can read her mind, Ray reaches between them and thumbs her clit while he thrusts into her harder and harder. She cries out, her whole body convulsing in bliss at the most intense orgasm she’s ever experienced. He shouts her name behind her as he spurts his pleasure inside of her.
Her knees threaten to give way and Ray gently takes hold of her waist, sliding out of her slowly and laying her down on her back, pulling her close, his arm around her shoulder and his fingers stroking her hair. She breathes a sigh of contentment against his chest, feeling beyond satisfied, beyond happiness.
Chapter Eight
Within a week, Ray had all but moved into her place. She’d had to stifle the insistent nagging in her brain that this wasn’t the way relationships were supposed to work. They were supposed to date, to learn more about each other, decide if they are compatible and then talk about living together. But her relationship with Ray seemed to defy all the set rules.
Besides, it wasn’t as if they were strangers, meeting for the first time. She and Ray already knew all there was to know about each other. At least, he knew all about her. He was still having trouble opening up to her. Some things would slip out occasionally, but he would clam up as soon as she pushed him on it. He’d told her that he would tell her everything when he was ready. Mia knew from her work at the women’s shelter that you couldn’t push someone to talk to you. The more you tried, generally the further they shrank into themselves. So she resolved not to push; she’d let him come to her whenever he was ready. It had been a challenge though.
She’d tried her luck with a few leading questions. She’d asked about his mom, if he knew what had happened to her. After Ray had left she’d never gone back. The bank foreclosed on her house, sold it to a new family. It was like she’d disappeared just as much as Ray had. Ray’s expression had hardened, a shadow passing over his handsome features.
“I don’t know what happened to her. She was a junkie. Whatever it was it can’t have been good.” He’d said the words in the same way you would talk about someone that you barely knew. He had never been close to his mom, but he had cared about her, that much Mia knew. But she’d left it alone. She’d asked him a question and he’d answered. She couldn’t get on his back for doing exactly what she’d asked of him. Then the subject of money had come up.
“I’ll pay my own way, Mia. I’m not used to mooching off anyone.” Ray’s jaw had been set in that defiant way of his that made him look like he was carved out of marble.
“It’s not mooching, Ray. Think of it as a loan, just until you get yourself together, find a job, you know.” Mia waves vaguely as she put the shopping from the market away. That’s how this had all started. Ray had offered to pay for the groceries and she’d refused and then he’d been silent all the way back home. She’d thought he was sulking like a little kid.
“I don’t need you to support me, Mia. I’m not one of the sad cases at your shelter.” His voice is rough, his words harsh and Mia turns around to look at him in surprise.
“You sound just like Eli.” She can barely contain the simmering anger in her voice. If there is one thing she hated being thrown in her face, it’s the women she helped. Ray knows that and he used it to hurt her.
Instantly, his face softened and his eyes were gentle again as he reached out to her, pulling her towards him. He murmured apologies against her ear as he crushed her to his chest. After a few moments she encircled his waist with her arms, returning his embrace, but his words still troubled her.
“I’m sorry, Mimi. I was out of line. Sometimes I shoot my mouth off before my brain has a chance to catch up. I didn’t mean
As if he can read her mind, Ray reaches between them and thumbs her clit while he thrusts into her harder and harder. She cries out, her whole body convulsing in bliss at the most intense orgasm she’s ever experienced. He shouts her name behind her as he spurts his pleasure inside of her.
Her knees threaten to give way and Ray gently takes hold of her waist, sliding out of her slowly and laying her down on her back, pulling her close, his arm around her shoulder and his fingers stroking her hair. She breathes a sigh of contentment against his chest, feeling beyond satisfied, beyond happiness.
Chapter Eight
Within a week, Ray had all but moved into her place. She’d had to stifle the insistent nagging in her brain that this wasn’t the way relationships were supposed to work. They were supposed to date, to learn more about each other, decide if they are compatible and then talk about living together. But her relationship with Ray seemed to defy all the set rules.
Besides, it wasn’t as if they were strangers, meeting for the first time. She and Ray already knew all there was to know about each other. At least, he knew all about her. He was still having trouble opening up to her. Some things would slip out occasionally, but he would clam up as soon as she pushed him on it. He’d told her that he would tell her everything when he was ready. Mia knew from her work at the women’s shelter that you couldn’t push someone to talk to you. The more you tried, generally the further they shrank into themselves. So she resolved not to push; she’d let him come to her whenever he was ready. It had been a challenge though.
She’d tried her luck with a few leading questions. She’d asked about his mom, if he knew what had happened to her. After Ray had left she’d never gone back. The bank foreclosed on her house, sold it to a new family. It was like she’d disappeared just as much as Ray had. Ray’s expression had hardened, a shadow passing over his handsome features.
“I don’t know what happened to her. She was a junkie. Whatever it was it can’t have been good.” He’d said the words in the same way you would talk about someone that you barely knew. He had never been close to his mom, but he had cared about her, that much Mia knew. But she’d left it alone. She’d asked him a question and he’d answered. She couldn’t get on his back for doing exactly what she’d asked of him. Then the subject of money had come up.
“I’ll pay my own way, Mia. I’m not used to mooching off anyone.” Ray’s jaw had been set in that defiant way of his that made him look like he was carved out of marble.
“It’s not mooching, Ray. Think of it as a loan, just until you get yourself together, find a job, you know.” Mia waves vaguely as she put the shopping from the market away. That’s how this had all started. Ray had offered to pay for the groceries and she’d refused and then he’d been silent all the way back home. She’d thought he was sulking like a little kid.
“I don’t need you to support me, Mia. I’m not one of the sad cases at your shelter.” His voice is rough, his words harsh and Mia turns around to look at him in surprise.
“You sound just like Eli.” She can barely contain the simmering anger in her voice. If there is one thing she hated being thrown in her face, it’s the women she helped. Ray knows that and he used it to hurt her.
Instantly, his face softened and his eyes were gentle again as he reached out to her, pulling her towards him. He murmured apologies against her ear as he crushed her to his chest. After a few moments she encircled his waist with her arms, returning his embrace, but his words still troubled her.
“I’m sorry, Mimi. I was out of line. Sometimes I shoot my mouth off before my brain has a chance to catch up. I didn’t mean
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