“Lower,” I demand, voice shaking with want. “I want your mouth on me, Rafe."
"These have to go," he growls, as his hands slide down my sides, fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties, and he drags them down my legs carefully. They catch on one foot as he tries to remove them and he just leaves them as he spreads my knees wide.
He presses open-mouthed kisses to my hipbones, the sensitive crease where thigh meets body, before settling between my legs and spreading me wider. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he breathes, the first slow lick of his tongue making my hips buck.
He pins me gently with one hand on my stomach while the other strokes my thigh. “Easy now,” he rumbles. “Let me take care of you.”
“Don’t tease,” I gasp, hips lifting toward his mouth. “Please…”
He licks me like he’s memorizing every fold, every shiver, circling my clit with perfect pressure until I’m panting his name.
“Rafe, please,” I beg, and he hums in approval, sliding two fingers inside me and curling them just right.
“I want to taste it when you fall apart,” he growls against my skin and his fingers continue working me, pushing torturously close to snapping. His tongue flicks my clit while his fingers pump into me and the combination sends me over the edge fast and hard. I come with a whimper and a gasp, thighs clamping around his head, and he keeps licking softly through every pulse until I’m boneless.
Every convulsion, every twitch is heavenly, like he's worshipping me at my source to draw my nectar out and drink from me.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, kissing the inside of my thigh. “So fucking sweet when you let go.”
“Christ,” I pant, reaching for him, “God, I want you in me."
Rafe rises up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes locked on mine as he shoves his sweatpants and boxers down in one motion. His cock is thick and flushed, and I reach for himimmediately, wrapping my fingers around the hot length and stroking once.
“You're so hard,” I whisper, guiding him to my entrance and lifting my hips in silent demand.
He groans, head dropping forward. “Riley, you’re gonna ruin me,” he says, pushing in slowly, letting me feel every inch until he’s buried deep, and we both exhale like we’ve been holding our breath for weeks. “God, you feel incredible,” he rasps.
“Move,” I beg, rolling my hips to urge him on. “Fuck me."
He takes the hint, pulling back and thrusting in again, deeper this time. “Tell me how you want it.” One hand pushes my thigh to open me wider, and he watches himself slide in and out. “Harder? Slower?"
“Like you can’t get enough,” I moan, meeting every thrust. “Like I’m the only woman in your world and you're addicted to my pussy."
I feel him physically shudder before he grabs my hips and rolls us so I’m on top, never breaking our connection. It's a rush of adrenaline, and from this angle his dick hits my back wall so hard I almost gasp in pain and pleasure all at the same time.
"So fucking tight?—"
"So fucking deep," I mewl, cutting him off.
I brace my palms on his chest and take him deeper, faster, chasing the angle that has me gasping with every downward glide. “Right there,” I moan, and his thumb finds my clit again, rubbing tight circles that wind me higher. “Don’t stop… So close…"
“Do it,” he whispers, “I’m right there with you. Squeeze me while I let go…" I can hear the restraint in his tone and I can tell he's going to snap.
The second orgasm hits me like a wave, rolling through me hard enough that I clench around him and cry out his name. He follows seconds later, hips snapping up as he comes with a low, guttural groan, pulsing his heat inside me.
“Riley, fuck, Riley,” he grunts through every throb, fingers digging into my hips as I roll against him and try to catch my breath.
I keep falling. Always falling.
One of these times, I'm going to fall so hard I can't get up.
20
RAFE
Ilie with Riley's body pressed against mine, her head tucked beneath my chin, one arm draped across my chest. The bedroom is still dark, the sun not yet risen, and for a moment I just lie there and listen to the steady rhythm of her breathing.
She's asleep, deeply, peacefully asleep in a way I haven't seen since I brought her here. No tension in her shoulders. No lines creasing her forehead. Just her face relaxed against my skin, her fingers curled loosely against my ribs. She was so exhausted when we were done having sex, she fell asleep almost immediately, which only further proves my point that she's pushing herself too hard.
