The blanket falls off me as I climb over him. His eyes dart to my shirt, my nipples stiffening against the fabric, and once I rub myself over his crotch, I feel him hardening. Pleased, I lean down to kiss his soft, beautiful lips.
It’s a drawn-out, lazy kiss. I do feel the urgency behind it, but it’s subdued by the need to say something we can’t possibly say with words.
When I lean back, my eyes trace over the contours of his face, memorizing every detail. The golden and brown flecks in his gray eyes, the softness in his gaze that contrasts with the strength of his jawline. His straight nose, with that flirty ring, and his lips slightly parted, as if waiting for mine to find them. Every feature, every line and curve, it’s all him—and it’s all perfect.
His presence fills a space I never knew was empty.
“I’m…”
His thumb rubs a small circle on my thigh. “You’re…”
Falling in love with you.
I trace his shoulders with my fingers, then drag them across his chest, over the hair sprinkled on it.
I can’t tell him. The last time I told him I loved him, he vanished for five years. “I’m… going to ride you now.”
He cocks a brow at me. “All right. Thank you for the heads-up.”
“You’re welcome.”
He grips my hair and gently but surely pulls my face to his. He kisses me, this time hazy, rushed, hungry.
I fumble with his sweatpants until his erection springs free between my legs.
“Ride me, Freckles,” he says, pulling my hips up, then helping me back down, taking his cock inch by inch. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I fall back onto the mattress, trying to catch my breath. My skin is damp, and my whole body tingles with the lingering heat of effort and pleasure. Rafael pulls me closer, dragging the blanket over us.
“I guess I owe you dinner in bed now.”
“I guess you do,” I pant back. I glance at the breakfast tray and the lunch tray still perched on the bedside tables. “But then again, we didn’t eat breakfastorlunch. Plus, we need to leave this bed at some point today.”
He chuckles, his lips pressing against the sweaty skin of my chest. “Wedidshower.”
“Did we? I don’t think you can call it showering when you come out dirtier.”
With a distracted hum, his lips trail along my collarbone. It’s like he can’t get enough. We’ve been fucking the whole day, in every single way I know how to. Softly. Punishingly. Like crazed animals that function purely out of instinct. Everything hurts, but in the right way. The way one’s body should hurt when it’s been used and consumed.
When I let out a soft whine of displeasure, he inches away slightly. “I should start preparing for the hearing on Friday.”
“No, youareprepared for the hearing. What you need is to keep your mind busy so you don’t freak out about the hearing.”
“Let me guess. That’s whereyoucome in.”
“Oh, I come in and out, pretty much wherever you want, so long as I comelast.”
I giggle as he keeps teasing me with his lips and teeth, making it harder and harder to keep my legs pressed against him so that he won’t slide all the way down.
I’d imagine one would be basically numb after this much sex, but my skin seems more responsive to him than when we started. The more of this we do, the more of him I crave.
“You know,” I say in between pants. “I don’t think I’ve ever gone this much time without reading.”
“Hmm.” He slides farther down, fingers grazing my legs as he kisses my inner thighs. “That’s unacceptable.” A flick of his tongue over my clit has me gasping, my whole body clenching.God, I’m sensitive. “Open the drawer there.”
I look to the right as his mouth slides lower, his tongue flattening and licking me all over until my eyes roll back. “Hmm.”
“Come on. Drawer.”
