Chapter 10
Raina had never known such a happy time in her life. She put off going back to New York in spite of Erica's urging that she was needed to help promote the book. Mike put off Satyr magazine as long as possible, telling them that the first photographs hadn't turned out properly. They spent their days and evenings together and talked about their future. Raina never looked better in her life. Her hair was bleached lighter by the sun and her eyes were bright and clear. She was well rested. well-tanned and well-loved.
Finally, when they could put it off no longer, they flew back to New York City and Mike took Raina to stay at his apartment. The public's attention was focused on Raina once again. Everywhere she went, flashbulbs exploded. She received tons of mail. Included were the usual amount of hate letters as well as marriage proposals. During the time she had been in St. Thomas, Chambers had resigned his position and he and his new wife had gone into seclusion. Mike asked her to marry him just before they left St. Thomas, but Raina, as much as she wanted to, wouldn't say yes.
"Wait until we get back to the States," she cautioned. "You might feel differently there when I'm once again known as the Congressman's call girl."
"I won't change my mind," he had said.
Satyr magazine was delighted with the photographs and considered them the best Mike had ever taken. Because of his success with the assignment, he was given the opportunity of picking and choosing top freelance jobs. Raina's book, The Girl from Capitol Hill, was selling as fast as Avalon could stock the suppliers with copies. Raina flew to Washington and packed her clothing and personal belongings to be sent to New York. She didn't know what to do with the tapes.
She met Maryann and Jeff for lunch. The hoopla had made them as celebrated as Woodward and Bernstein, but they had managed to find time to get married.
Raina gave them a present of the tapes, saying, "I doubt that I could take them off my income tax like Nixon. Maybe they can be of some value to you. Besides that's a part of my past I want to forget. No, not forget, but put aside. I've had my notoriety and now that it's dying down, I'm glad it's ending.
"What are your plans?" Maryann asked Raina.
"I'm going back to New York and marry Mike."
“He certainly sounds like a terrific guy," said Jeff.
"He is. I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't met him. I wouldn't have been able to get through all this alone. Erica has been a lot of help, of course, but Mike gave me real emotional support. It was he that finally convinced me that I didn't do wrong by telling my story to the newspapers."
"Will you live in New York?" asked Maryann.
"Yes. Mike's work is there. And I've grown to love the city."
"Are you still recognized?" asked Jeff.
"Not so much anymore. Michael had said that I didn't photograph very well—that I'm prettier in person. Perhaps that's been to my advantage. Many people don't recognize me. And many that do aren't really unkind, just curious."
"How about your ambitions to become a movie star?"
Raina threw her head back and laughed. "I can't act! And the only offers I had were for porno films. I guess my talent is making a man happy. I even learned to cook and Mike's teaching me something about photography so that when he goes on location, I can go with him and be of some help,"
After lunch Raina kissed the two young reporters goodbye, caught a cab to the airport arid flew straight back to New York. Mike was waiting when she arrived at their apartment.
After greeting her with a passionate kiss, he asked, "Did you take care of everything?"
"Yes," she answered. "I cleared everything out of the apartment and had it all shipped here."
"I have something to show you."
"What is it?"
He handed her an issue of Satyr magazine. She turned to the layout featuring herself.
"Michael—they're great! What lovely color! You've made me look almost beautiful."
"You are beautiful. It's time we went down to City Hall and made things legal."
"Yes," she said. "We'll go down tomorrow."
He took her in his arms and kissed her again.
"Let's go to bed," he suggested. "I've got a bottle of champagne in the refrigerator that I planned to open if you said yes."
He opened the bottle of champagne and the two of them went into the bedroom and got undressed. They shared a glass and lay down on the bed, facing one another. Raina moved her body sensuously against his. She opened her mouth and sucked the tip of his tongue through her lips. Mike held her tight, feeling her soft body against his. She curled her arm around his neck as she drew their lips tightly together. Mike slipped his hands up and down her back. Then he lowered his head and kissed her nipples as she stroked her fingers through his hair. He let one of her nipples slide between his lips and a shiver raced through her body. He flicked the tip of it back and forth across it until it became hard. Then he moved to the next one and repeated his action. Raina nibbled at the edge of his ear, her hand clasping the back of his head, urging him on. She slid her hand under the bed covers and gripped his cock. Then she stuck her tongue into his ear and wiggled it around as she stroked his cock. He moved his hand down her stomach, feeling for her pussy. She spread her thighs apart as his fingers combed through the soft mist of hair below her flat stomach. His hand cupped her pussy and massaged it.
"I never felt anyone as soft as you, Raina," he muttered and moved his mouth down over her rib cage, pausing to lick her naval before moving onto her cunt.
She spread her legs apart and he began kissing the tender folds of her pussy. Raina screamed helplessly. His fingers pulled the petals of her cunt apart making the tiny knob of her clit stand up hard. He began to loll his tongue around on her labial plane, rolling it around the swollen bud. His tongue, soft and wet, touched the tip of her clitoris and her entire body began to shake. She arched her back in reaction and dug her fingers into his bobbing head of hair. Her cunt felt like it was in flames. She clenched her eyes shut and the fireworks began.
Bright, dazzling colors—brighter than any she had seen in her life. She felt a wave of ecstasy sweep over her body as she climaxed. While she was still shaking, he moved her feet up toward her hips and flexed her knees, spreading her legs apart. He slid his hands under her buttocks and lifted her up to him and gradually worked his cock all the way into her. He began squeezing her ass as he plunged his cock in and out of her hot cunt. He stopped, lay down on top of her and pressed his lips against hers. Raina opened her mouth. He slid in his tongue and he began fucking her in the mouth with long strokes of his tongue with the same rhythm he was using to fuck her cunt with his long pulsating cock. His tongue probed her mouth, tracing down over her teeth and touching the back of her throat. He began bucking his buttocks up and down, fucking her with long hard strokes.
"I'm going to come, Raina! I can't hold it back."
Semen spurted out in thick, hot gushes and Raina wailed as she surged into another climax. They lay with their bodies pressed closely together for a long time, hardly daring to breathe.
"What a lovely welcome home present," she whispered.
"Oh, I almost forgot. Something came for you in the mail today."
He got out of bed and returned with an envelope.
Raina opened it up. It was the first royalty check from the sale of her books.
"What are you going to do with it?"
"I'm going to put it in the bank and perhaps someday we'll use it to buy our own house in St. Thomas."
"I'd like that," he said. "I'll add to it. I can afford it now. I've been making great money on freelance photography assignments."
The next day, Raina and Mike were married in a brief civil ceremony at City Hall. Maryann and Jeff flew in from Washington to be best man and maid of honor. Raina and Mike ran down the steps of City Hall. Maryann and Jeff were behind them throwing rice. Suddenly Raina stopped.
"What's wrong," asked Mike.
"No flashbulbs. It's wonderful!" she said and kissed him.