I open it and immediately see the book inside. It has a blue cover, but it’s romance, I’m sure. “Are you reading that?”
“Yes. And now you are.” I gasp when Rafael’s mouth wraps around my clit, his chuckle vibrating against my drenched skin. “Go on.”
I’m not sure I get where he’s going with this, but I open the book to the bookmarked page and read the first line.Holy smokes.“This isspicy.”
My body squirms at every slow movement of Rafael’s tongue on my swollen clit, my hold on the book tightening.
“Read it to me, Freckles.”
Reminded of his very similar request at the bookstore, my heart flutters. I clear my throat, trying to focus as his tongue continues its delicious torment. “They knew they couldn’t surrender to theirpassion. Not with the curse looming over their heads. But they also couldn’t stay away. ‘We can’t,’ he groaned when she pulled him into her bed. ‘You know we can’t.’?”
I feel Rafael’s breath hot against my inner thighs as he pauses, listening intently.
“?‘Then show me,’ she said, cupping his cheek. ‘Let me watch you give yourself the pleasure I wish I could give you. Show me, and I’ll do the same. I’ll show you all I have.’?”
“Ooh.” Rising above me, he drawls, “Interesting. Keep going.”
I swallow hard, my eyes flicking between the book and Rafael’s intense gaze. His fingers move inside me slowly. I lick my lips and continue reading.
“He hesitated for only a moment before he leaned back and unbuttoned his pants, his hand moving to grasp his hard length. She watched, transfixed, as he began to stroke himself.”
Rafael’s fingers withdraw from me, and I whimper at the loss. But then I watch him mirroring the actions in the book. He sits back on his heels, lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. His chest rises with shallow breaths, lean muscles shifting under skin marked with all of his beautiful ink. One nipple glints with silver, and the subtle flare of his nose ring catches the light as he tilts his head, watching me watch him.
“Go on,” he says, gripping his hard cock.
I struggle to focus on the words. “She… she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight of him pleasuring himself. Her own hand drifted down her body, fingers circling her clit as she matched his pace.”
I let out a shaky breath as Rafael gently grips one of my wrists and moves my hand between my legs. His eyes darken as he watchesme touching myself, his hand sliding up and down and his chest rising and falling sharply.
“They moved in sync, eyes locked on each other as they brought themselves closer to the edge. She felt daring tonight—daring enough to spread her legs wider and watch his jaw drop. His desire was intoxicating, pushing her to test the limits.”
“Hmm. Spread those legs real wide for me.”
I do, the book wobbling in my hand as I stroke my clit. “Sh-she used two fingers to open herself for him, his guttural moans sending pleasure straight to her core.”
“Fuck,” he interjects when I open up my pussy for him, the cold air giving me shivers. “This better end with me destroying that pretty cunt.”
His hand moves faster around his length.
“She could see the muscles in his abdomen tightening, knew he was close. She knew she shouldn’t, but she thrust two fingers inside, whimpering at the fullness. But it wasn’t enough.”
A groan escapes Rafael’s lips as I fuck my hand. I can’t tear my eyes away from him, my fingers working furiously.
“Focus, Freckles.”
Right, right.
“?‘I need more,’ she whined. She could have achieved an orgasm if she continued, she knew that. But her greed and lust demanded more. ‘Just… just the tip,’ she pleaded, her hips rocking restlessly. ‘Give me the tip of your cock.’?”
Rafael sprints from his position, quickly settling on top of me. “Please, tell me he said yes,” he pleads, tip teasing my entrance.
I take a deep breath and continue reading, my voice trembling. “Slowly, agonizingly, he pushed the tip of his cock inside her, both of them groaning at the sensation.”
“Thank God.” He pushes, sliding in effortlessly with how drenched I am. He begins to move, shallow thrusts that make my breath catch in my throat but can’t get me there. “Fuck, you’re soaking me.”
I keep reading over the wet noise of his small pushes, eager to get to the part where he fucks her brains out. “She wrapped her legs around him, urging him deeper. ‘More,’ she begged. ‘Just a little more.’?”
He responds to the words as if they were my own, sliding deeper inside me with a low groan. I struggle to keep my eyes on the page, legs wrapping around him.
