I blush, eyes fluttering closed. “Rafael,please…”
He leans forward, his breath hot against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I bite my lip, trying to breathe as he presses a kiss to the tender skin just above my knee.
“You’re teasing me—” I say, my voice catching in my throat as his fingers brush against my clit before pulling away again.
There’s a playful glint in his eyes, his lips curving into a wicked grin. “Can you blame me? You look so pretty like this, desperate for me.”
A rush of heat licks up my body, and I can’t hold back a whimper. “Rafael,” I plead.
“Yes?” His lips hover just above where I want them, and his fingers continue brushing lightly over me, sending shivers of pleasure rippling through my body.
I press myself against his touch, desperate for more. “Don’t make me beg.”
“Why not? I think I like you begging,” he says before his fingers slip inside me. His mouth follows suit, his tongue tracing slow, torturous circles around my clit.
“Oh—oooh.” The sensation is overwhelming, a wave of pleasure crashing over me with such force that my fingers curl into the sheets. Every movement, every flick of his tongue, and every thrust of his fingers sends me spiraling higher and higher, until I’m lost in the sensation, the feel of him, the sound of his name on my lips, the intoxicating scent of sex.
“How long have you been dripping like this for me?” His tongue snakes out, and he licks me from my entrance to my clit. He repeats this motion again and again until I’m moaning loudly and tugging on his hair. He focuses on my clit, sucking it hard between his lips until my legs shake. “Since you asked me to fuck you in my car that first night?”
“M-much earlier than that.”
He hums against me, my hips bucking involuntarily as I try to hold on to the last shreds of control. “Oh God, Gray,” I moan, my voice breathless and shaky. It’s like explosives are going offeverywhere—my brain, my body, my mind. My world shatters in a burst of white-hot pleasure, my body trembling as I pull on his hair greedily, keeping him where I want him.
He doesn’t stop until I’m writhing beneath him, and when my muscles finally relax, he pulls away, his hands soothing as they slide up my body.
He kisses his way back up, his lips brushing against my stomach, then my chest, before finally capturing my lips in a heated kiss. “You like the way you taste?” he says against my lips. “I don’t want to go a single day without you coming on my tongue.”
I pull him closer as I kiss him back with everything I have. “How about I come around your cock now?”
My hips shift restlessly beneath him, seeking friction, and his smirk fades as he grunts.
“Not yet,” he says as his hand finds my wrists, pinning them gently above my head. He holds them with one hand, then leans to the right, probably fetching a condom.
He’s on me a moment later, his lips coaxing mine apart and his tongue exploring my mouth with deliberate, languid strokes. It feels like heaven. Like the laziest, most decadent pleasure. Like he’s pouring feelings straight from his chest to mine.
When I feel something cool and smooth glide across my stomach, my eyes open. He kisses me, keeping me from seeing what the hell that unfamiliar object is. It traces lazy patterns on my skin, sliding lower and lower until it reaches the sensitive area between my thighs.
My breath catches in anticipation as I think I recognize what it is, and a powerful vibration erupts against my already swollen clit, making me moan into his mouth. The vibrator slides slightly, slick withmy arousal, creating an obscene wet sound that echoes in the room. It’s overwhelming, bordering on too much after my recent orgasm.
My legs clamp down around Rafael instinctively, trying to close and shield me from the onslaught of sensation, but he keeps me spread open, his strong thighs preventing me from escaping until he finally withdraws enough to let me breathe.
“Rafael!” I cry out, raw and desperate. “Oh God, please!”
He doesn’t let up, keeping the vibrator pressed firmly against my sensitive flesh. His eyes are dark as he watches me squirm, drinking in every gasp and moan.
“Please what, Freckles?” he murmurs. “Please stop? Or please continue?”
I can’t form coherent words, my mind clouded by the intense pleasure coursing through me. My body jerks uncontrollably as I hover on the edge of another orgasm.
“I… I can’t…” I gasp. It hurts and at the same time feels better than anything I’ve ever experienced, my eyes nearly crossing.
He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear. “You wanted your vibrator back, didn’t you?”
My body lifts off the bed, every muscle taut as waves of pleasure crash over me. I cry out, an orgasm ripping through me until I’m breathless and sparks blind me.
Just when I think I’m about to faint, he switches off the vibrator and tosses it aside. He releases my wrists, and his lips find mine in a searing kiss.
Immediately, I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close as our bodies meld together.
