It’s like an alarm going off in my head. I’m entering into something I have no control over. For the life of me I don’t understand why I don’t walk away.

That’s a lie, I think, as my eyes devour her naked, fucking hard nipples and juicy tits. Sipping her wine, she waits for me.

“Everything good, Mr. Powers?” Her voice is slightly raspy.

My eyes caress her face. How have I developed a weakness? It’s almost laughable. All the shit talk I’ve said about the schmucks I know getting pussy-whipped? Yet here I am.

Raven is my weakness. No matter how much I tell myself to walk away…

I won’t.

And she knows it. What’s worse, I don’t care if she does. All I want is to bury my mouth in her cunt, suck her nectar until she screams my name, then slowly savor her all night.

Fetching the wineglass from her, I take a sip, hold the glass to her puffy lips, and watch her drink the thick, chocolate-berry blend, tilting the glass more until the deep red liquid spills over the sides. Her eyes widen as it trails down her neck to her breasts.

“Fuck, lie down, baby.” Setting the glass on the table next to us, she lies back, her hands stretching up slightly, hanging over the top. She squirms.

Merely looking at her makes me grin. She’s perfection. Suddenly, all thoughts about anything besides this woman are gone. The slight warm breeze and the fragrance of lavender and jasmine cocoon us.

“Spread your legs.” My nostrils flare as she slowly plants each foot on the edge of the lounger. I let my towel fall.

“You are beautiful.” Stroking my cock, I stand over her like a fucking god, preparing to claim what is mine. She licks her wet lips stained with the wine, and I move in between her legs to suck and lick the wine off her right breast.

“Oh God.” She groans and arches up while my tongue flicks her hard nipple.

When I move to the other, this time I suck and bite. Her nails dig into the cushion. I lift my head and she slowly opens her eyes.

This is our moment. This second as our eyes connect, it’s all there, her love, her needs, her wants. No matter what happens, she will always fully and completely be mine.

“Jett,” she whispers.

“Yeah?” I blow on her nipple. “What do you need?” I reach over for the wineglass.

“You. I only need you,” she moans as I pour wine on her belly button.

“You’ve got me. I don’t even know how.” I dip my head to lick the liquid. Her breathing picks up speed.

“Tell me, tell Mr. Powers, where you want to be sucked on next?”

“My pussy,” she screams and arches up.

I can’t help but smile. I barely got the question out.