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Ever since Heather had first slept with Ray that night under the stars two weeks after Panic had ended, it was like a switch had been flipped. An incredibly horny switch that made her feel like she might spontaneously combust or crawl out of her skin if she wasn’t touching Ray whenever she could.
As far as she could tell, Ray was in a very similar boat, and as a result they spent most of their time together in a panting, sweaty, moaning mess, catching whatever alone time together they could manage and making the naked best of it.
Her mother, in an unusual fit of responsibility, had taken Lily on a weekend camping trip, and Heather had raced straight over on her bike as soon as the car had pulled away. They’d put a movie on, pretending to watch it for all of 30 seconds before Ray settled Heather on to his lap and pressed his lips desperately to hers. Heather tangled her hands in his hair, biting his lower lip as she ground down onto the growing hardness she could feel beneath her. They parted long enough for Ray to tip back his head against the back of the couch and groan out a stifled, “Fuck,” before he gripped Heather under the backs of her thighs and hauled them both to a standing position, wrapping Heather’s legs around his waist and kissing her thoroughly as he blindly walked them in the direction of his bedroom. Heather let out a startled gasp and laughed, gripping his muscular shoulders and loving how easy it was for her boyfriend to manhandle her.
Ray gently tossed Heather onto the sheets, falling with her and caging her in with his arms. She reached up to grip the back of the t shirt he was wearing, pulling it up over his shoulders and sealing their mouths together impatiently once it had cleared his head. Ray smoothed his hands up her thighs and under her sundress to hook his fingers in her panties and slowly slip them down her legs before flinging them off to the side. He pulled back enough to wriggle out of his jeans and boxers as Heather slipped her sundress over her head and unhooked her bra clasp. Ray helped to slide the straps over her shoulders before that too joined the haphazard pile of clothes on the floor.
Ray gave Heather a soft smile and stretched out a hand to gently tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, “I’m so lucky.”
Heather smiled, bathing in the warmth of his praise, and reached for Ray, tangling her fingers in the strands of hair at the base of his neck and pulling him towards her to seal their mouths together again. Wanting to feel and taste every inch of her, Ray broke the kiss to mouth at her throat, running the tip of his tongue down over her clavicle before reaching a nipple. Heather let out a small gasp and a moan as Ray gently laved the hardening bud. He pulled back to blow a cool stream of air over her superheated flesh, grinning at the full-body shudder it elicited.
“Fuck, I love how responsive you are,” he said, beaming, before moving to give the other nipple the same attention.
He ran his hand down her stomach and in between her parted legs, feeling how ready she was for him as he gently pressed two fingers inside her.
“Ray!” Heather gasped, back arching under his ministrations.
Ray continued to pleasure her for a few minutes before reaching over to his bedside table, pulling open the drawer and grabbing a condom. He tore at the packet with his teeth before rolling it on and positioning himself between her legs.
“Okay?” Ray asked, waiting for her small nod of approval before he started to press into her.
Heather moaned lowly and hitched her thighs up his sides, pressing her heels into the small of his back and encouraging him to start moving. Ray rocked into her, slowly increasing the speed and depth of his thrusts as Heather clawed at his back and shoulders. Their mouths met desperately and Heather arched her back into his movements, rocking together as they settled into a rhythm.
Her skin felt on fire as Ray smoothed his hand up and down her side, gripping her thigh as leverage as he pressed in deeper, thrust faster. Heather stretched out and clutched the bars of Ray’s headboard, holding on as he drove into her repeatedly. Ray reached up and pulled one of her hands towards him, instead tangling their fingers together and squeezing as they raced towards their crescendo. He could feel her thighs starting to quake, a litany of pleas and moans tumbling freely from her lips as he moved above her.
“Unh, Ray, please!” she begged, tossing her hair against the pillow, eyes squeezed shut, biting her lip.
Ray pushed in impossibly deeper, angling his hips and groaning as he felt her tighten up around him, body trembling as her pleasure crested.
“Oh fuck, Heather!” Ray gasped out as he came, thrusting jerkily through his orgasm.
Ray laid on top of Heather for a few moments as they both caught their breath, trading lazy kisses in between satisfied smiles. Ray eventually pulled away to dispose of the condom before rejoining Heather under the sheets, snuggling her to his chest.
“You’re incredible,” he said softly as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
She tilted her head back to look at him. “You’re pretty incredible yourself, stud.”
Ray snorted, tickling her side until she swatted at him to stop. “You want to stay here all weekend?” He asked.
“Sure you won’t get sick of me?”
Ray smiled. “Never.”
******
Heather awoke gradually, sunlight filtering through a gap in Ray’s curtains and warming her face. She felt good - great even - and allowed herself to float in the space between sleep and waking for a few moments.
She eventually became aware of just why she was feeling so great - Ray was underneath the sheets and between her legs, mouthing lazily at the centre of her.
“Holy shit, Ray!”
Ray stopped what he was doing and pulled the sheets off of his head, his curls a riot as his grinning face appeared. “Morning, little lady. Glad you’ve finally decided to join the living.”
Heather didn’t have chance to respond before he disappeared beneath the sheets again, this time returning to his task with vigour. Heather gasped and reached down to tangle her hands in Ray’s hair, angling his head the way she liked and groaning loudly as he flicked his tongue rapidly against her clit.
“If you keep that up I’m going to come soon,” she gasped out.
“That’s the idea, sweetheart,” he murmured against her, increasing the movements of his tongue and then pressing two fingers in, matching the tempo.
Heather groaned, keeping Ray’s head where she wanted it with one hand, the other slipping up over her stomach before gripping her pillow.
Ray could feel her legs trembling and she shivered under his tongue. He had to gently press her thighs apart as they kept trying to clamp down on his head every time he gave her a particularly pleasurable stroke. After a few moments she let out a shuddering sigh, her toes curling and ankles skidding across the sheets as she came. Ray gently licked her through it before pulling back and resting his forehead against her hip.
“I feel like a broken record but holy shit, Ray. You are really fucking good at that.”
She could feel Ray’s answering grin against her skin. “I’m glad you think so. I love doing that for you, love feeling you fall apart.”
Heather reached and pulled Ray up, their bodies pressed together head to toe. She kissed him deeply, tongues sliding slickly against each other as they made out lazily.
Eventually, Ray broke the kiss, smiling down at her. “So. Pancakes or waffles?”
“What?” She asked, slightly confused. She had been very ready and willing to return the favour.
“For breakfast,” he clarified, gently rolling his eyes at her.
“Um, pancakes?”
“Good choice,” he said, pressing a last lingering kiss to her lips before rolling out of bed and hopping into some boxers.
Heather laid there for a few moments and caught her breath, melting into the sheets as she allowed the afterglow of the second incredible orgasm of her stay wash over her. She could hear Ray pottering about in the kitchen, singing quietly to himself as he went about making breakfast, pots and pans clanging. She smiled and sat up, searching about for her clothes.
Ray beamed over his shoulder at her as she joined him in the kitchen. “Nice,” he said, gesturing with a spatula to the t shirt of his that she was wearing, the hem only just reaching mid thigh. “Looks much better on you.”
She walked up behind him and stood on tiptoes to tuck her chin onto his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his naked torso. “Thank you,” she said.
“For what? Breakfast? Gotta keep your strength up after last night.”
She swatted him again and he smirked at her, adding blueberries to the pancakes and putting down the spatula before turning in her arms. Ray’s fingers dropped to her thighs, playing with the hem of her t shirt and smoothing his hands up underneath it to feel her bed-warmed skin. She slanted their mouths together, unable to stop herself from being this close to him without touching.
Ray broke the kiss with a little shocked gasp of delight as his fingers stopped their journey. “No panties?” He groaned, eyebrow quirking. “Heather, you little minx.”
She grinned at him in response, “Yeah, well, I learned from the best.”
Ray turned back to the stove and switched off the heat before turning and grasping Heather’s waist, pulling her closer to him and kissing her deeply. She moaned into his mouth as he walked her back towards the kitchen table, sweeping condiments aside as he laid her down on the wooden top.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured against her lips. “Stay there just one minute.”
He pulled back and jogged off towards his bedroom, returning moments later with a foil packet. Ray pulled her by the legs until her bottom was at the edge of the table, shucking his boxers and rolling on the condom. He stood between her legs and pressed into her in one smooth movement, both of them moaning as their bodies joined.
Ray picked up the pace immediately this time, holding her legs to his chest as he thrust into her over and over again. Heather could feel her orgasm building already and she scrabbled at the table with her fingers, trying to brace herself against Ray’s punishing thrusts.
The wood of the table was scratching at her back but she didn’t care, could barely feel it as she lost herself in pleasure. Heather couldn’t help the punched-out moans that were leaving her lips on every thrust, matched by Ray’s groans and grunts of effort.
“Are you close?” Ray huffed out, panting with the exertion.
Heather nodded rapidly, toes curling by Ray’s ears as he thrust into her as hard as he could and she came with a shout. Ray joined her over the edge, tipping his head back and groaning with pleasure.
Ray’s thrusts slowly wound down to a stop and he placed a gentle kiss to each calf before lowering her legs back down to the table.
“Good God. What do you even do to me?” Ray grinned, chest heaving.
Heather laughed, letting her head thunk back against the wood. “I blame you entirely.”
Ray offered her a hand and helped her down off the table. “Shower or pancakes first?”
Heather hummed, considering her options. “That depends. Are we sharing the shower?”
Ray’s smile was blinding. “Well, we would be saving water…”
Heather grinned at him as she stepped round him towards the door. “Race you there,” she declared before taking off at a run.
Ray sprinted after her and tackled her before she even made it 5 steps, the two of them laughing and shoving each other towards the bathroom.