Behind Closed Doors
Chapter Twelve

Garfield and Raven

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Garfield stared at her as she picked at her comforter beneath them, not quite meeting his stare. His heart fluttered in his chest and he tried to keep the surprise from showing on his face, licking his lips. Was she… really thinking about this? It wasn't that he hadn't gotten requests for this particular action before, after all some of his other clients enjoyed being the giver more than the receiver, but there was something about the wide-eyed way she asked that nearly made him explode with excitement. She glanced up at him from the fringe of her lashes before looking back at the comforter, her cheeks stained bright red.

"I know it's probably a strange request." She pushed at her dark hair and took a deep breath, obviously trying to calm her nerves. "But it is something I'd like to try."

He licked his lips and leaned back against the headboard. A few, long minutes passed between them before Garfield managed to find his voice, reaching his hand out to her face. He trailed his fingertips over her skin down her cheek before tilting her face back up to his own. "Raven… I don't want you to do anything you don't want to. I want you to enjoy your time with-"

"I want to." Raven pulled her chin away and crawled between his legs, her hands trembling just a little as she moved even closer to him.

He could feel her breath dancing over his lips, a bit of mint mingling with tea. It smelled warm and exotic, like her own personal perfume, and the scent alone made his mouth water. He wanted nothing more than to surge forward, bury his hands in her hair and kiss her senseless. He wanted to hear those little pants and moans that he had heard the other night, feel her grasping tightly to his shirt as she writhed against him, trying to pull him even closer. He wanted her kisses that made him feel so stupid and senseless, he wanted all of it - no matter the consequences.

A heavy second ticked by between them, neither of them looking away from the other, but not knowing what to say either. Garfield looked over her face before dropping his stare to her lips again, the flesh red and full from her chewing on them, and he couldn't help his mind from wandering to the thought of her mouth wrapped around his body, her untrained tongue dancing over him as she took everything he had. He could see her on her knees in front of him, ass practically in the air as she lapped him up like he was a treat.

No, he shouldn't be thinking of things like that right now.

He groaned and knocked his head against her headboard, trying to think of any reason he could to get her to stop this, but everything escaped his mind. As much as he wanted their sessions together to be all about her, and as much as he loved practically worshiping her, he couldn't deny his insatiable desire to feel her taking him into her body in such a lewd way. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, nodding.

"If that's what you want, Raven… but…" He ran his fingertips up and down the curve of her back, leaning forward just a bit to nudge her nose with his own. His lips ghosted over her own and he watched her eyes flutter close. "But, if I tell you to stop - you stop, okay? When I'm ready, I want-"

"When you're ready, I want to ride you."

Garfield swallowed hard, somehow resisting the urge to pull back from her. Jesus. She was going to kill him. She had to be a witch posing as a woman, because there was no other explanation for her being like this. She was going to murder him and he was going to relish every second of it. He pressed forward and gave her a small, tender kiss on her lower lip, tasting the mint chapstick clinging to her. "If that's what you want," he whispered, his voice low and heavy. "I won't stop you."

"I… I want tonight to be about you." She returned his kiss slowly, before pulling away to look into his eyes, a little bit afraid, but far more eager about what was going to happen. "You make every night about me-"

Garfield somehow managed to fight off the urge to tell her it was all because he was falling head over heels for her, and he kept his mouth sewn shut as she continued.

"-and I appreciate that. Really, I do. But just once I… I want to play with you. Just a little." She gave him another kiss and ran her fingers through his hair before trailing her hands down his neck and over his shoulders. "I want to know what it feels like to have you writing under me for a change, to know all about what makes you tick and what you like." Her hand curled under his chin bringing his lips back up to her own, and she gave him little, coaxing kisses as he moved. "You're so good to me, I want to know how to return the favor."

Fucking hell. He was going to come by this alone. His hands clenched in the covers under him, and Garfield bit back a groan as her fingertips moved over his chest, down his abs, and pushed against the crease in his hips, teasing the hem of his shirt. He groaned, and without meaning to, lifted a hand to the back of her head and pushed her lips tight against his own, desperate to taste more of that sweet mint clinging to her lips. If she was going to drive him insane with need, he might as well return the favor.

Raven hummed in pleasure, and she nudged his mouth open with her own, sweeping her tongue inside to taste him. He met her kiss for kiss, desperately taking everything she offered. His heart pounded against his ribs, and his hands moved to grab the soft swell of her ass, squeezing gently and pulling her tight against his body. He moaned into her mouth, knowing that this night was going to break every part of him, and he was happy to shatter under her.

Raven slipped her hands under his shirt and tugged it up over his head as she moved to straddle his lap, the roundness of her body pressing against his already raging erection. If she kept this up he wasn't going to last at all and there wasn't a woman alive who had done that to him. He was always in control, but her? No, she drove him insane, and god he loved it.

"Is this… okay?" Raven's words where breathy, and Garfield could feel her hips begin a slow, patient movement over him, grinding her body against his own. She scratched her nails over his nipples and pressed her hips a little harder against him, each movement sending little shocks of lightning dancing across his skin like fireworks. She nudged his nose again, still stealing little kisses from his lips. "Am I doing alright?"

He tried not to smile at her innocence, because that would break the spell, and Garfield looked up into her eyes. "Yeah-" His head fell back against his shoulders. "-you're doing… very good."

Gasping, he bit back another groan as he felt her bare warmth press against his erection through his underwear, her wetness smelling heady and thick as she continued her little dance. For the first time that night, he wondered exactly what she was wearing under that oversized sweatshirt, and he absolutely had to find out. He moved one hand under her sweatshirt and found her completely bare, dripping with desire and ready for him. Without fully realizing what he was doing, he slid a finger inside her and began to pump slowly, in time with the movements of her hips. Each push from his hand made her body clench and little moans escape. Raven's head fell against his shoulder, and she moaned into his neck, eyelashes fluttering over his skin.

"Y-you should stop that. Tonight is all about you." She gasped when he rubbed his thumb against her clit in patient, little circles. "I want you to have fun."

"I am." He pulled her tighter against him, taking one hand and picking up her face from his neck. He licked her lips, tasting that mint chapstick again, and smiled. "I am having fun, Raven… let me play a little longer before you... destroy me." His voice was playful, and he felt her hesitation turn into excitement, her hands sliding over his hips to the waistband of his underwear.

"Just for a little while longer…" She sounded as if she was teasing him, but she rode his fingers with wild abandon, and the sight was simply gorgeous. She gasped and groaned, her hands scraping and teasing all the little, secret hollows of his body as she indulged in her own lust for just a little bit longer, his fingers doing to her what she couldn't do to herself. Licking her lips, she met his stare again. "And then I promise to take you however I want to, Gar."

The little nickname did not go unnoticed, but he kept himself from pointing it out. If she chose to use it now, he didn't want to bring attention to it. He wanted it to remain a little secret between them for just a bit longer.

She pulled his boxers low over his hips, freeing his erection to her curious touch. With a soft look into his eyes, Raven kissed down his chest, leaving dark little bites wherever she touched. She reached his hips, nipped and kissed, and then-

"Fucking hell."

Garfield jerked under her kisses and Raven pulled back, pulling her hands away from his body. Her eyes grew wide and he could see the little bit of fear still swimming under their dark, blue-violet depths. Biting the inside of his cheek, Garfield steeled his emotions and looked into her face.

"S-sorry, Raven," he managed to force out, "I wasn't expect it to feel… like that."

Raven brought a hand to her lips and chewed on her nails, anxious that she had done something wrong. "Did I hurt you?"

He shook his head and buried his hands in the comforter again. "N-no. I just… it felt good. Really, really good, Raven… I wasn't expecting it. Not from your first time… doing this." He curled his hand in her hair and tilted her head back to his face, watching the surprise in her eyes. He forced a small smile and shrugged, hoping to guide her back to all the good things she was doing. "Keep going… and I… uh… I liked it when you licked the tip, it was good, but… don't be afraid of using your tongue and lips more."

She blushed and returned his smile, leaning back down between his legs, her pink tongue darting out as she moved closer.

Garfield threw his head back as her mouth wrapped around him and she began a slow, steady pace. His legs trembled and he clenched her comforter even tighter to keep from grabbing her hair. He honestly didn't know how long he could keep this up, not with the sanctuary of her mouth taking him from heaven to hell and back against with each touch of her tongue. She sunk deep before pulling back, sliding her lips up the underside of his cock before lapping at the head and tonguing his slit.

Jesus… she was going to murder him with pleasure.

Garfield groaned and leaned back against her pillows. What in the world was this woman doing to him… and why was he letting her? Why was he giving into all of this? But even more than that, why couldn't he stop? Why couldn't he find his self control and walk away from her forever?

His eyes flicked down and met her bright, almost eager stare and he knew the answer to the question. It was too fucking late:

He'd fallen in love.

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