“More,” she demanded, her voice breaking on the word. “Please, I need more.”
I increased the depth of my thrusts but maintained the slow pace. “Patience,” I whispered against her ear, leaning over herback to nip at the sensitive skin just behind her earlobe. “Let me enjoy you.”
With a moan, she clutched at the couch cushions as I continued my measured assault on her senses. When I felt her growing restless again, I slid one hand around her hip and between her legs to find her clit.
“Yes,” she hissed, her head falling forward again as I circled that sensitive spot. “Just like that.”
Gathering some of her wetness on my fingers, I slowly withdrew them from her and trailed them back between her ass cheeks to the tight ring of muscle there. She tensed slightly when she realized my intention but didn't pull away.
“Trust me,” I murmured, using the pad of my middle finger to apply gentle pressure to her entrance without pushing inside. “I'll make it good for you.”
She relaxed incrementally, her body still gripping my cock like a vise as I continued to move inside her. When I felt her push back against my finger, I increased the pressure slightly, allowing just the tip to breach her.
“Oh,” she breathed, the sound somewhere between surprise and pleasure.
Encouraged by her response, I pushed my finger in a bit further, timing the movement with a particularly deep thrust of my cock. The sight of her taking me in two places at once nearly shattered what little control I had left.
“That's it,” I encouraged her, increasing my pace slightly as she began to rock back against me with more urgency. “Take what you need, baby.”
Her movements became more frantic, her breathing more labored as she chased her release. I matched her rhythm, thrusting deeper, harder, while my finger continued its careful exploration. When I felt her begin to tighten around me, I moved my free hand back to her clit and circled it with firm pressure.
“Come for me,” I commanded, my voice strained with the effort of holding back my own release. “Come around my cock, Cecelia.”
Her entire body went rigid, her inner walls clamping down on me with a force that nearly pushed me over the edge. She cried out as the orgasm tore through her. Her fingers dug into the couch cushions and her back was a perfect arch of ecstasy as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
Only when I felt her body begin to relax did I allow myself to seek my own release. I withdrew my finger from her ass and gripped both her hips again, pulling her back against me with each thrust as I chased the building pressure at the base of my spine. It took only a few more strokes before the tension snapped and my orgasm crashed through me with an intensity that forced a guttural cry from my throat.
I continued to move inside her with slow, shallow thrusts, drawing out every last aftershock for both of us until we were both trembling with oversensitivity.
When I finally stilled with my body draped over hers, I felt a sense of peace I hadn't experienced in years—maybe ever. It wasn't just physical satisfaction, though heaven knew that was part of it. It was something deeper, more profound. A feeling of rightness.
Careful not to crush her with my weight, I maneuvered us onto our sides and wrapped my arm around her waist to keep her pressed against me. Her hair tickled my nose as I buried my face in the crook of her neck and breathed in the scent of her that I'd come to crave.
“I'm never letting you go,” I whispered against her skin.
“Good,” she whispered back. “Because I don't want you to.”
We lay like that as our breathing slowed and our heartbeats synchronized. Outside, the world went on, oblivious to the seismic shift that had occurred between us.
But I knew. And as Cecelia drifted toward sleep, I made a silent promise to both of us. This wasn't temporary. This wasn't just convenience or mutual benefit.
This was real. And I would do whatever it took to protect it.
To protect her.
Chapter 30
Cece
Iwoke with a start, disoriented by the unfamiliar angle of light streaming through the windows. Wait, not light. Darkness. My eyes adjusted slowly, taking in the sleek outlines of Rafe's living room furniture. I'd slept through the entire afternoon, sprawled naked on the couch where Rafe had thoroughly claimed every inch of me. The memory sent a delicious shiver through my body despite my groggy state. I stretched, feeling the pleasant ache between my legs, and realized he’d draped a throw blanket over my exposed skin.
The penthouse was quiet except for a faint clatter coming from the direction of the kitchen. And an aroma that made my stomach growl with sudden, fierce hunger. I hadn't eaten since... actually, I couldn't remember when I'd last eaten. Sometime before my little camera show that had brought Rafe home in a state of barely contained desire.
I sat up, wincing slightly at the tenderness in muscles I hadn't used quite so vigorously in a long time. The blanket slipped, exposing my breasts to the cool air. For a moment, I considered returning to the bedroom for clothes, but the tantalizing smellpulled me toward the kitchen instead. Wrapping the throw securely around me, I tucked the corner between my breasts to create a makeshift sarong before padding across the floor.
I stopped in the doorway, my breath catching at the sight before me. Rafe stood with his back to me, wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips and a fitted black t-shirt that stretched across the breadth of his shoulders. The muscles of his back flexed beneath the thin cotton as he stirred something on the stove. His hair was slightly damp, as if he'd showered recently, and curled at the nape of his neck in a way that made my fingers itch to touch it.
I must have made some small sound because he turned, eyes finding mine immediately. His gaze traveled down my body, and his lips curved into a slow smile that made my knees weak.
