Free Raven by Ashley Suzanne Page A

up and kisses me ever so gently.
    Repositioning myself, I climb onto his lap, straddling his legs, and deepen our kiss. I’ve been sitting so long that the space between my thighs is warm. In my brazen movement, the cold air hits the warmth that’s also becoming very wet, sending a shiver throughout my body, reminding me that I’m not wearing anything under the shirt. Garrett palms the naked flesh of my ass and groans in my mouth, setting my entire body on fire.
    It’s like I can feel everything, including the tension in the room. Every hair stands on end and all my nerves are activated, leaving me panting into Garrett’s mouth and my overly sensitive breasts rubbing across his muscular chest.
    Knowing deep down that there’s never going to be a more special night to give myself to Garrett, I do the only thing that makes sense to me in this moment. Letting go of the back of his head, I grab the bottom hem of the shirt and pull it casually over my head, tossing it on the floor behind me. My bashfulness suddenly rears its ugly head and I regret disrobing so quickly, especially with all of the lights on. I know my body is in the best shape it’s ever been, but I’m a woman with insecurities. That sounds a little redundant … an insecure woman.
    I try to cover my breasts with my hands and lean as far forward as I can to cover the rest of me. Garrett locks in on my tense demeanor and gently places his hands on my shoulders, not allowing me to hide.
    “What’s wrong, Ri?”
    “I don’t know. I’ve never been completely naked around anyone. Not even the girls in the locker room. I just … I don’t want you to not like what you see, and if I don’t show you, you can’t see it. Problem solved.”
    “Would it make you feel better if I was naked , too?” I think about it for a second and come to the conclusion that if he’s naked, I’m going to feel even worse about myself. His body is one of perfection. Not all small and lanky like those other boys, but a manly kind of muscular. If he looks this amazing now, I can only imagine how he’s going to look when he comes home from the Army. I shake my head.
    I divert my gaze from his pleading eyes, only to look down and notice the erection between our bodies. If that isn’t a confidence booster I’m not sure what is. Trying to refocus anywhere but there just draws me in further. I lick my lips and the daredevil in me comes out again as I untie the string on his waistband.
    These damn hormonal shifts need to calm down. One second I feel like I’m seven years old again, giving an oral report on Abraham Lincoln in front of the entire classroom and then, bam , two seconds later all I can think about is giving oral. What in the actual fuck is wrong with me? Am I shy or horny? Scared or excited? Hell if I know. Looks like I’m gonna have to roll with the punches here, follow my body’s lead. If it scares Garrett off, if he thinks I’m bi-polar, he’ll have to deal with that. I know what I need … at least I think I do. Here goes nothing.
    “What are you doing?” Garrett croaks as I pull the elastic band of his pants out far enough to free his erection. Palming his length, I stroke it from base to tip a few times, mesmerized by the little droplet of moisture coming out of the slit on the top.
    “Exploring,” I respond, inching off his lap and onto the floor. With my knees planted between his spread feet, I continue stroking him, never taking my eye off the liquid at the tip.
    Curiosity gets the best of me. Everything in me, call it woman’s intuition, begs me to stick out my tongue and taste it. And I do. Not as great as one would expect, a little on the salty side, but it doesn’t taste terrible. The daring side of me continues my journey, not just sticking with the tip, but curious to see how much of him I can fit in my mouth. My lips part and I work my mouth around him, cautious to keep my teeth out of the picture.
    When he’s as deep as I can get him, I close