“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I muttered against her before focusing back on her clit, my finger pumping into her in controlled movements.
“Oh God, Rafe. I can’t… ah!” She flew over the edge with a scream as the pulses of pleasure shot through her onto my tongue and fingers. I stayed there, milking the last of the contractions out of her until she was practically boneless, then I moved up her body to cover her mouth with mine, the taste of her still on my tongue.
“Oh my God, you’re good at that,” she breathed, and I smiled against her mouth. The glazed look in her eyes started to clear and she stiffened. “Rafe! It’s the middle of the day! What if Martha comes in?”
“You’re right,” I said, scooping her up so that she was straddling me and then carrying her out of the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” she said through a laugh which went right through my chest, flooding me with warmth. “We can’t…”
“We can do whatever the fuck we like,” I told her as I jogged up the stairs, kicked the door of my bedroom open and then slammed it behind me with my foot.
“Rafe, I…oh!” I dropped her on the bed and followed her down so that my body was covering hers.
“We’ve got about an hour until we have to leave to pick Ozzie up,” I said in between kisses, moving to the side so that the heel of my hand could press against her core again and she let out another moan. “So we don’t have much time to spare if I’m going to make you come twice more.”
“Twice?” she breathed.
“Yes, baby. At least.”
“Holy shit.” She arched against me as I increased the pressure on her core and my mouth fell down to her breast. “Rafe, y-you… I need you?—”
“I know what you need, baby.”
“Clothes. Off.” Some bossiness was leaking into her tone now and I loved it. She then shocked the shit out of me by slapping her hand on my shoulder. “Now, Rafe.”
I raised my head from her chest and grinned up at herbefore reaching back to pull my t-shirt over my head and throw it to the side.
“You’re so beautiful,” Clara said in a reverent whisper as her fingers traced over my pecs and then down over the ridges of my abdomen. I managed to unbutton my jeans and throw them on the floor, then I covered her body again and kissed her. The feel of her skin on mine was beyond amazing. My cock was pressing against her now and she moaned.
“You are so stunning that sometimes I feel like I can’t breathe,” I told her against her lips before I pulled back to scan her face, both my hands coming up to push her hair back. “Being around you and not having you has been torture, Clara. I haven’t been able to take a full breath in over a month. I love you. Do you understand me?”
“Rafe, I?—”
“And you’re mine, understand?”
“Yours.”
“Too fucking right,” I snapped as I pushed forward, filling her in one smooth thrust. She let out a muted scream and arched against me.
“God, yes!” she semi-shouted. “Like that. Please, Rafe. Harder.”
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I gritted out as I powered into her, unable to hold anything back. “I missed you so fucking much. Tell me again that you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Rafe.”
“Tell me that you’ll stop talking about leaving.”
“Christ, yes, anything, please.”
“Say it, Clara.” I thrust deep inside and then pulled nearly all the way out. “Tell me you’ll stay.”
She clawed at my back, her legs tightening around me. “Rafe!”
“Tell me, Clara.”
“I’ll stay! Of course I’ll stay. Please Rafe… ah!” I started my rhythm again, my thrusts so brutal they shook Clara on the bed, but she moved with me, begging me for more until she fell over the edge, letting out another scream as she contracted around me. The feel of her coming pushed me higher until my thrusts became uncoordinated and I came with a deep shout. Pleasure I’d never known before flooded through my system. Everything I had was focused on making her mine. Nothing else mattered but Clara.
I kissed her as we both came down, letting her take my weight for a moment but then pushing up to look at her face.
