“Yes.”
Cool air hit my center as the last barrier between us slid down my legs.I was completely naked now, standing in the golden afternoon light of his bedroom, trembling not from cold but from anticipation.From want.From the desperate need to feel his hands on me again.
He was still fully dressed.
The imbalance should have felt like a power play.Like all the other times he’d kept me vulnerable while he remained guarded, untouchable, in control.But his eyes were soft as they traced over my body, and his hands were gentle as they guided me backward toward the bed.When the backs of my knees hit the mattress, I sat down, then lay back against the pillows at his silent urging, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat.
“Tell me what you feel,” he said.He was kneeling at the edge of the bed now, his face level with my hip, his breath warm against my skin.“Tell me what you want.”
“I don’t know.”My voice came out breathier than I intended, thick with arousal I couldn’t hide.“I’ve never…”
“I know.”His hand settled on my knee, warm and steadying, his thumb stroking small circles that made my skin prickle with awareness.“That’s why I need you to tell me.Every step.So I know it’s good.So I know I’m giving you what you need.”
He parted my thighs with gentle pressure.Not forcing.Asking.I let my legs fall open, felt the cool air against my wet heat, and fought the urge to close them again out of embarrassment.I was exposed in a way I’d never been before, spread open for his gaze, for his touch, for whatever he wanted to do to me.
“You’re beautiful here too,” he said, and his voice had gone rough in a way that made something clench low in my belly.“So pink and wet and perfect.Is this pussy for me?”
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
“Say it.”
“It’s for you.”The admission came out barely above a whisper.“All of it is for you.”
His breath washed over my sensitive flesh, warm and intimate, and I gasped at the sensation.He was so close.Close enough that I could feel the heat of him, the promise of contact that hadn’t happened yet, the anticipation building to something unbearable.
“I’m going to taste you.Claim you with my mouth.And when I’m done, you’ll know exactly who this pussy belongs to.”His voice was a command wrapped in velvet.“Tell me yes.”
The demand made my face flame hotter.But I managed to whisper, “Yes.Please.”
His mouth found me.
The first touch of his tongue made me jolt like I’d been shocked, my hips bucking off the bed before I could stop them.Pleasure, bright and startling, radiating outward from the place where his mouth was working against me.His hands slid under my thighs, lifting them over his shoulders, holding me open for his exploration.Holding me in place so I couldn’t escape the onslaught of sensation.
I’d expected something perfunctory.Obligatory.The way sex had been described to me by friends and the internet, a thing men did because women expected it, usually badly and without enthusiasm, just checking a box before the main event.
This was nothing like that.
Raphael ate my pussy like he was starving for it.His tongue traced patterns I couldn’t follow, flicking and circling and pressing in ways that made me writhe against the sheets.He found my clit and licked around it, teasing, then pressed the flat of his tongue against it and rubbed until I cried out.His lips closed around the swollen nub and sucked, gentle at first, then harder when I moaned and arched my back off the bed.
“That’s it,” he murmured against my flesh, the words vibrating through me, making me shudder.“Let me hear you.Don’t hold back.I want to hear every sound you make.”
I couldn’t have held back if I’d tried.The sounds spilling from my mouth were beyond my control, whimpers and gasps and broken fragments of his name as he worked me higher and higher.My hands found his hair, gripping the dark strands, not sure if I was pulling him closer or pushing him away.Both.Neither.I was beyond rational thought, beyond anything except the wet heat of his mouth and the coiling pressure building in my core.
He didn’t stop.His tongue slid lower, pressing into my entrance, and I felt myself clench around the intrusion, my inner muscles fluttering.Then back up to my clit, circling, teasing, building that pressure until I thought I might shatter into a thousand pieces.
“I can’t,” I gasped.“It’s too much, I can’t?—”
“You can.”His eyes met mine over the landscape of my body, dark and intent, his mouth glistening with my arousal.“Let go, Lena.Let me make you feel good.Let me give you this.”
He sealed his mouth over me and sucked hard, his tongue flicking against my clit, and the world exploded.
I came with a cry that might have been his name, my body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed through me.It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before, this pleasure that consumed me, that burned through every nerve ending and left me trembling in its wake.He didn’t stop, working me through the climax with his tongue, gentling his touch as the aftershocks rippled outward and my trembling thighs slowly relaxed against his shoulders.
When I finally came back to myself, floating in a haze of pleasure and disbelief, he was watching me with an expression I couldn’t read.Satisfied, maybe.Hungry.Tender in a way that made my chest ache with something I was afraid to name.
“Good?”he asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
I laughed, the sound shaky and incredulous.“I didn’t know it could feel like that.I didn’t know anything could feel like that.”
