As talented as he was… that wasn’t happening.
“Okay,” I fibbed.
He smirked as though he knew I was fibbing.
Then he put his mouth on me again, and it was divine.
No, beyond divine.
He wasn’t just enthusiastic, he was intense. Driven. Reflexively, I tightened my grip on his hair, and he lapped at me faster. His hands gripped my ass tight, holding me to him.
I felt an overwhelming sensation building. Just as I thought I would come, he backed off and one of his hands left my ass.
I whimpered in protest, until that hand wandered up my body and he massaged my breast. He stared up my torso, focused on his hand at my breast. His thumb stroked over my nipple repeatedly. Then just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he sucked at my clit at the same time as he pinched and rolled my beaded nipple.
My hips bucked, I moaned, and realized I was riding his face. His hand still on my ass, tightened, and the zing of pain from that pressure built my impending orgasm even higher.
“Oh God, Raff. Don’t stop, please.”
I dug my heels into the bed and ground myself on Rafferty’s face. The scrape of his beard added to the rioting sensations moving through me. I didn’t want this to end, but I knew it would… and it would happen very soon.
He shifted up a little, and suddenly drove two fingers inside me. I gasped and felt my inner walls convulse against his fingers. Tiny dots floated along the periphery of my vision and my orgasm came over me.
I had no idea if a few seconds went by or a few minutes. To my surprise, Rafferty continued to lap at me. I moved my leg. He dragged his hand from my breast down to my thigh.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He paused. “What’s it look like?”
“I’m pretty sure you did the job… and did it quite well.”
He chuckled. “Maybe I’m looking to be an overachiever.”
With his tongue, he teased my clit.
“Rafferty,” I drawled.
“Damn, I could get used to that,” he said, grinning.
“Get used to what?” I whispered.
“The way you beg by just saying my name.”
I shook my head. “C’mon. Quit teasing me.”
He snatched up the condom, rose on his knees, and I watched him carefully sheath himself. “You better pay attention, Lex. The next time you’re gonna do this.”
“Is that so?”
He lowered his body to mine, his brown eyes probing. “Yeah. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Rafferty.”
He kissed my jaw near my ear. “Are you sure?” he whispered.
“More than sure.”
He reached down, dragged his cock through my wetness, lined himself up, and stayed still.
