"No," I admitted, "but I want to be inside you when I come."
She considered me for a moment, then leaned forward again, maintaining eye contact as she licked a slow, deliberate path from base to tip. "Later, you can do that later," she promised, before taking me in her mouth again.
This time her movements were more determined, more focused. The onslaught had my vision blurring at the edges, pleasure building at the base of my spine with alarming speed.
I was so fucking close. Too close. My hands tightened in her hair as I tried to pull her away before I lost all control.
"Enough," I growled, the word closer to a plea than a command. "I need to be inside you. Now."
She released me with a final, lingering suck that nearly had me seeing stars. Before she could say anything, I reached down and hauled her to her feet, my movements urgent and none too gentle. She gasped as I spun her around and lifted her onto one of the high stools in a single, fluid motion.
"Spread your legs for me," I commanded.
She complied immediately, thighs falling open to reveal her pretty pussy. I ran my fingers up her center, groaning at how wet she already was. "This for me?" I asked, circling her entrance with my my fingertip. "This because of sucking my cock?"
"Yes," she breathed, her hips tilting upward into my touch. "I like how you taste. How you feel in my mouth."
With another groan, I positioned myself at her entrance. "Look at me." I waited until those green eyes locked with mine. "Don't look away. I want to see you." I pushed forward, entering her in one smooth thrust that had us both gasping. The sensation of her tight, hot pussy engulfing me without any barriers between us sent sparks racing down my spine.
"Fuck," I hissed, my forehead dropping to rest against hers for a moment as I fought for control. "You feel so fucking good, Cecelia."
I pulled back until just the head remained inside her, then thrust forward again with measured control. Her back arched at the sensation as a small cry escaped her lips. I established a slow, deliberate pace, watching her face for every flicker of pleasure, every subtle change in her expression. Her eyes stayed locked with mine, just as I'd commanded, creating an intimacy that was almost more overwhelming than the physical sensation.
"That's it," I murmured, one hand moving to grip her hip, the other bracing against the counter behind her. "Take all of me."
With a small moan, she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper. The position shifted the angle and allowed me to hit a spot inside her that drove her wild.
"Yes," she whimpered. "Right there. Don't stop."
I couldn't have stopped if I'd wanted to. The sight of her on that stool, legs wrapped around me, pussy gripping my cock like she never wanted to let go was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. I increased my pace slightly, still maintaining that deep, grinding rhythm that had her gasping with each thrust.
"You're so beautiful," I told her. "The way you take me. The way you look at me. Like you see everything."
Her hands moved from my shoulders to my face, cupping my jaw with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the rough pace of our fucking. "I do see you," she whispered. "All of you."
Something cracked open inside my chest at her words. I leaned forward to capture her mouth in a kiss that was more emotion than technique, all teeth and tongue and desperation. She responded immediately, her tongue tangling with mine as her inner walls clenched around my cock.
"I'm close," she gasped against my mouth. "So close, Rafe."
I moved one hand between our bodies to circle her swollen clit, matching the rhythm of my thrusts. "Come for me."
Her breathing quickened, short little pants that fanned across my face as I continued to drive into her. When she finally shattered, it was with a broken cry of my name, her eyes wide and unfocused but still locked with mine. The sight of her coming undone triggered my own release.
"Fuck, Cecelia," I groaned, hips jerking with the force of my orgasm. "So good. So fucking perfect."
For a long moment, we stayed like that, foreheads pressed together, breath mingling as we came down from the high. Icould feel my release leaking out of her, dripping down her thighs and onto the stool, and the primal part of my brain took fierce satisfaction in that.
Pulling back, I took a proper look at her. Her eyes were soft and slightly dazed. I brushed a strand of hair away from her face and gently tucked it behind her ear.
"You okay?" I asked.
A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "More than okay," she assured me. "Though I'm not sure my legs work anymore."
Chuckling, I pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Good thing you don't need them." Before she could question my meaning, I scooped her up in my arms. She let out a squeak of surprise even as her arms automatically wound around my neck.
"Rafe! What are you doing?"
"Taking care of my wife," I said, carrying her through the penthouse toward the master bathroom. I shouldered open the bathroom door and set her carefully on her feet beside the shower.
