“For you. It may have been wishful thinking.”
“Well, someone listened, that’s for sure.”
Raffi pinned her to him and kissed her, but this time with his hands seeking farther, stroking. Ani kept moaning into his mouth as he touched her, then up to the ceiling, emittinganimal sounds she didn’t know she could make when his mouth began to explore the rest of her.
He laid her down gently and covered her with his body, kissing, rubbing, while she gasped.
“I want to see you, too,” she said, tugging at his shirt button.
“All right, Miss Wedding Planner,” he smiled, sitting up and pulling off his shirt.
Oh yes. There it was again. Broad shoulders with taut muscles, those pecs she’d been face-to-face with before. Rippling abs along his torso with those V lines pointing south. Hers now. To touch, to taste.
She ran her hands along his chest. “Goddamn, Raffi.”
“I’ve been thinking the same about you.”
He leaned back over her, their skin rubbing against each other. The way he looked at her, touched her, ravished her, she felt like an absolute goddess. The self-doubt had disappeared, melted away under his touch, leaving her polished and gleaming.
Then he swept back, pulled off her underwear, and threw it aside.
“Fucking beautiful,” he rasped, and began kissing her from her belly on down, lower, lower. When he made contact, she thought she might actually black out. He was savoring her, kissing her like he’d been wanting to do this for centuries. Ani whimpered so loudly when he ran his tongue over her clit that she clapped her hand over her mouth.
“No need to be quiet. No one can hear,” he said.
He continued, harder, hungrier, using his fingers alongside his tongue. Ani’s hips bucked as her body filled with ecstasy, as it got tighter, more frenzied, more craving of a release. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted to be filled with him.
With shaky breaths, she begged, “Please, Raff. I need you…in me.”
He pulled away before climbing on top of her, using his hand to keep her pleasure steady. “I’m sure you do, but not tonight.”
“Wha—?” she gasped, barely able to articulate it, her need was so intense.
“I want you to know, for sure, what I’m in this for. Not just to have sex with you. Until you believe that, until you won’t wake up with regrets, no sex. No nothing for me. I’m going to keep my pants on. All night.”
Through the haze of her lust, the meaning of his words filtered in. He wasn’t going to—? She had felt his generosity before, but this was something else. All right, Raffi, message received.
“Ughhh,” she groaned. She knew he was looking out for her, and it was so sweet, so damn sweet, and she knew he was right, but her body begged to be connected with him in that way. She’d endure it, though. She’d accept his blissful torment.
“Not to worry. I’ll be taking care of you. You think you’re only getting a single orgasm tonight?” he said with that devilish smile.
“I haven’t even—”
He stroked her hair. “I know. Let’s change that.”
22
Raffi
Four. He’d givenher four orgasms. Three with his mouth and a surprise one when he had her perfect breasts in his mouth and she ground on him while he flicked her sensitive peaks over and over until she shuddered atop him.
Sex—or not sex exactly—with Ani was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. He’d never even made out with a woman for more than a minute before stripping her naked and sleeping with her. Maybe when he was still a teenager, unsure of what to do next. But now, he was sure as hell of what to do next but wanted everything slow and never-ending with Ani.
True, his balls had swollen and ached and he’d had to take care of himself, but he didn’t want Ani to feel any bit of burden with it. Let her see, not through pretty words but with actions, that he was going to be there for her exactly how she needed. And he had a feeling that if they went any further last night, or even today, that it’d be too soon for her.
Although when she begged for him, her huge eyes half shut in rapture, her pouty, kissable mouth pleading “in me,” he got far too close to losing his resolve. To ripping off his pants andsinking into her, fulfilling them both. But some higher part of him allowed him a couple of spare brain cells to think, and to abstain.
And above all this, what was different was that after what they’d done, he hadn’t felt out-of-his-skin jumpy, wanting to move on. No. He wanted more. Not just sex. Kissing her, holding her, talking to her. Being there for Ani in every aspect of her life.
