The kiss turns more ravenous the closer I get to my orgasm. It’s as though Rafael wants to feast on the sounds of pleasure that tumble from my lips. In desperation—for what, I’m not sure—I latch onto his biceps and dig my nails into his skin. The toned muscles go taut under my fingers and he breaks the kiss by jerking up his head to look directly at me. With the unconcealed lust glittering in his gaze and the intensity rolling off his body, any coherent thought I had disintegrates.
I avert my gaze, but he positions his thumb under my chin and forces my eyes to meet his. “Say the fucking words. Tell me your sweet cunt is drenched at the very thought of me filling it, forcing your body to surrender to me. Admit you want me to drive my cock into you so deep you can’t speak, let alone scream. Confess your sins to me and I’ll make sure they’re brought to fruition.”
Like an ocean that has complete control of a ship, Rafael floods my senses. He strokes my clit in a rhythmic motion that reminds me of the way waves ravage a beach, crashing into it with force, before slinking away and leaving it bereft. Then he drags me under a sea of arousal so deep I can’t breathe. My heart sputters from the lack of air and I struggle to stay in control, to stay on top of the waves and not be submerged by him and what he’s making me feel.
But I lose the fight.
I can lie to Rafael about not wanting him, but I can’t lie to myself.
Rafael
My fiancée is stubborn.
I swear my cock gets harder every time she lies to me. We both know Carina’s denying the truth, but instead of it pissing me off, I find myself enjoying the opposition she presents. Right now, the challenge is to get her to orgasm again.
Harder, louder, and longer.
“Be a good girl and come for me,” I murmur against her soft lips. “I want this cunt of yours to fucking weep.”
Her brows draw together in concentration and I’m not sure if she’s trying to stop her orgasm or bring it about. For this reason, I take the decision from her.
Carina will come as many times as I fucking want.
I can almost hear her words of surrender when I stroke her and thrust my fingers in and out of her primed body. She’s more than ready, completely rigid with sexual tension waiting to be released, and her breathing erratic.
I sweep my thumb over her clit and she jolts under my hand, raising her hips. Her body knows what it wants and begs me for it even though Carina refuses. That’s perfectly fine with me. It’ll make her submission that much more gratifying.
“Your clit is very swollen,” I say, circling it again and again. “I could bite it and you’d lose your fucking mind. Would you like that?”
Carina is beyond speech. Her head thrashes back and forth, causing her hair to shift constantly around her flushed face. She tries to stifle her moans, but they hit the air regardless and I have to concentrate or I’ll lose my shit and take what she’s not willing to give.
Yet.
Then again, if she doesn’t submit to me soon, I’ll take it by force.
Surrender is still that, whether it’s offered or not.
I bring my mouth to her neck and lick the side of it. “From the way your cunt tightens around my fingers, I know it wants to be fucked. So, I’m going to give it that and more, but not until you’re honest with me.”
With one hand working her clit and the other furiously stroking the walls of her cunt, I bring Carina to the brink of madness where lust and ecstasy collide. “You’re drenching my hand,” I say, still touching her most sensitive spot.
“Please.” Her plea is so low I almost don’t hear it above my labored breaths.
There won’t be a time she doesn’t remember this moment with me, I’ll make sure of it.
However, my plan is working against me, because I doubt I’ll ever forget this time with her either.
I grind my erection into her thigh and when that doesn’t offer enough relief, I unzip my pants and grip my cock in a tight fist. A sharp breath leaves me at the look on Carina’s face. In the middle of this sexual frenzy, through heavy-lidded eyes she watches me stroke myself, and the amber in her gaze turns into molten gold. I almost plunge into her cunt at the sight of her staring at me as though beguiled. In order to stop my orgasm, I squeeze the fuck out of my cock and the pain of it sets me on edge.
The tendrils of pleasure still stream through Carina, made obvious by the way she moans softly. And that’s what does it for me.
A tiny breath, formed with lips that silently mouth my name.
I yank down my pants and slide the length of my cock along the outside of her cunt and along her clit, coating myself with the effects of her arousal.
“Rafael!”
I can’t take satisfaction in her calling my name, even if her voice is full of nervous excitement that has my balls tightening. All I can think of is the need to feel her. I thrust my cock across her slit, and my movements are so fucking rough and manic that the friction has Carina keening her next orgasm. Then I’m coming, my jaw clenched as my cock jerks, emptying itself all over the smooth expanse of her stomach.
