Low Sided by A.J. Downey (best detective novels of all time txt) 📕

The first few strokes didn’t enter her, but instead I was just grinding myself against the furiously pink lips between her legs. I groaned, excited, anticipating the moment. Then I pushed the head of my cock into her. She made a sound that I couldn’t describe, and there was nothing but desire as I buried myself inside her.

“Raven…” I gasped.

“Yes,” she said, her hands pulling my face to hers, to kiss her.

Our strokes were slow, measured, sweet. I wanted to lose myself inside her.

And I did.

For a long time, that was all we did, devouring kisses from her lips and laying them on her neck, and shoulder. I groaned and tried to thrust like I could put more of myself into her than just my cock. The way she moved under me, if I could have, she would have taken everything I could have given.

She changed positions on me, pushing me back with a foot so she could turn over onto her knees, instead of her back. Her arched back and presented bottom invited me back to my task. The way she glistened in the dim light told me that she was happy with the slow pace I was keeping. How easy would it have been to forget patience, and hammer away for a few brief moments and then blow my load inside her?

I took her from behind and she went from just enjoying the ride to picking where we were going, and how we were going to get there. I could feel her getting closer and closer to her first orgasm. I went quicker, grabbing her by the hips, and pushing her through it.

The goats were probably bothered by the noise we made.

I felt when it happened; she tightened up around me. I held her tight and kept going until she was overcome and fell forward, away from me. I followed her down, but rather than plunge back into her, ride her again, I pushed her legs apart and went down on her again. It was different, but hotter, and wetter, and she recovered quickly enough to push herself back against my face and howled with ecstasy.

Our positions changed, and I found new ones I had never tried before. I wasn’t sure if these were entirely new things I had stumbled upon, or if Raven, in her years attending Burning Man, and whatever happened there, was teaching me new ones.

I held her leg, my face pressed against the bottom of her foot. She was laid out on the mattress, as I thrust into her. I found myself increasingly caught up in the excitement, not just the feel of her, the scent of her, but all the thoughts of her just being with me.

I managed to pull out, because in our haste, there had been no thought of condoms on either of our parts. She grabbed me by my balls, and then it was over. I grunted and felt everything come spurting out of me. I looked down to see her pulling on my shaft until there was nothing but a few drops running down her wrist, and the rest spread across the inside of her thigh and spattered across her pussy.

I groaned and started to lean forward.

The other direction would be falling off the mattress onto the loft floor. She caught my shaft and as I pitched forward, I plunged back inside her.

It was like finding that Heaven had another place that it considered Heaven and then burying myself in it.

I shuddered and was still.

Raven held me, and we kissed a few more times, but we were both breathless and sweaty.

“My God.” I laughed, when after a few minutes I felt myself finally slide out of her.

“Yes,” she purred. “You are.” Then she laughed, and it was the freest I’d ever heard her.

18

Raven…

“Tell me something no one else knows,” he murmured, and I laughed a little. I bit my bottom lip, looking away, hoping it appeared coy to him and not like I was afraid he would glimpse my secrets in my eyes – which is what I was absurdly afraid of.

He didn’t let me get away with it. Instead, he touched my face lightly, a gentle stroke along my cheek, threatening to tip my chin. I looked up, tracing patterns against his chest in the dark, a swath of bright moonlight cutting across us from the window over the mattress we used as the bed. The sleeping bags we had tucked over and around us did a good job of keeping out the cold, but I was beginning to miss the amenities of my apartment.

“Babe,” he murmured, and his voice was edged in humor, slightly chiding.

“I’m thinking…” and it was true, I was. He’d sort of caught me off guard with that one. It wasn’t that I didn’t hold any secrets, if anything I held too many, but like with most things the second he asked, I just sort of blanked and couldn’t think of a single one off the top of my head.

I laughed nervously and tried to explain my predicament and he smiled down at me and said, “I got all night, baby, but I want to know something.”

“What?” I asked stupidly.

He grinned. “Anything. Just something you’ve never told anyone else.”

“Oh.” I squeezed my eyes shut and laid my head back down. He placed his hand over mine, pressing the palm of my hand to his chest, ceasing the nervous patterns I had been thoughtlessly tracing over the same spot. I sighed and settled in, closing my eyes, and tried to think. When the answer came to me, it was a bittersweet one.

“Not to sound like a total whore,” I said, nervousness creeping into my voice, “but of any man I’ve ever been with I…” I faltered and he was still, and though I didn’t look at him, I knew he hung on my every word. “I’ve never felt the way that I