“Let go, Daphne. Let go,” he whispered in her ear. “I will catch you.”
Daphne was mindless. Her hips moved of their own accord in time with the rhythm of Rafe’s finger, and when her world exploded, she clung to his shoulders and whimpered.
Moments later, after the zings of pleasure had ceased rippling through her body, Daphne rolled over and pushed Rafe down to the mattress.
He eyed her warily. “What are you doing?”
“Something I meant to finish last time.” She shimmied down his body, her mouth heading for his cock.
“No, Daphne, I—”
She smiled against his taut abdomen. “There’s no use arguing with me. You know how stubborn I am.”
Rafe considered it for a moment. The lady had a point. The moment her sweet lips touched him, he knew he had already lost the argument. “You feel so good,” he whispered, his hands tangling in her lush hair.
She bent and allowed her lips to cover him entirely, then pulled herself back up and did it again and again. Rafe was mindless in seconds.
“It’s too good. I—” He tried to pull her up by the shoulders but Daphne slid out of his reach, her mouth still on him.
“Please,” he groaned.
She pulled her lips off him for a moment but squeezed him and Rafe groaned again. “Let me do this, Rafe. I want to see what happens if I don’t stop.”
Her lips were on him again, driving him mad, his hips moved against her mouth, matching her rhythm, his hand guiding the back of her head.Sweet holy God. His wife was a temptress.
She sucked him hard and Rafe growled. “Daphne, have a care, love. You’re my wife. I can’t spill my seed in your mouth.”
He was still in her mouth when she grinned up at him. The only word he could use to describe her grin was devilish. She pulled her mouth away momentarily. “Why not? I told you. I like adventure.”
Without pausing to argue with him more, Daphne took his cock in her mouth again. She sucked with perfect pressure and Rafe’s eyes rolled back in his head. “God, Daphne, I—” She grabbed his balls and pressed the base of them in a spot that made his hips arch off the mattress. He was panting. “Jesus, Daphne, if you don’t stop, I’m going to—” She sucked him then, her mouth moving back and forth, and Rafe had no time to pull her away. Breathless and mindless, he released his seed deep into his wife’s throat.
He looked up at her with eyes hazy with love, and lust, and surprise. She swallowed and wiped her hand against the back of her mouth and gave him a victorious grin.
Rafe struggled to catch his breath. He let his head drop back against the pillows. “I nev… I never felt anything li—like that before.”
She lowered herself down to curl against him. “I find that difficult to believe.”
“I’m entirely serious. What the hell was in the pamphlet you read?”
Daphne leaned against his chest and giggled. “It’s a secret.”
She traced her fingers along his chest, down his abdomen and lower. His erection was back. It had only been mere moments since his orgasm but Rafe was already hard for her again. He pulled her hand around him. “That was… amazing, but I want to make love to you, Daphne. Make you my wife.”
She smiled against his shoulder. “You already have.”
He kissed her hair. “This time I need to tell you how much I love you while I’m deep inside of you.”
A thrill shot through Daphne’s body. Rafe’s hands found her breasts again and within just a few moments she was mindless with wanting him all over again. He knew just where to touch, what to suck, where to press. He had such power over her body—she closed her eyes—and it was delightful.
Rafe pushed her onto her back and rolled atop her. She welcomed his wonderful heavy weight. He pulled her hands up above her head and pinned them there. “Let me make you feel good again.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
Rafe kissed her lips, her neck, her collarbone. He skimmed his teeth along the plump edge of her breast and nipped at her nipples. She arched her back, the spot between her legs wet and wanting. His hair-roughened thigh nudged between her legs and pushed her knees apart. She welcomed it. He slid inside her with one sure, hot thrust. She gasped against his mouth.
Then her husband began to move. He slid in and out, his thrusts matching the beats of her heart. “I love you,” he breathed, sweat beading on his brow. “I love you.” Each thrust was another promise, another declaration. With her hands still pinned helplessly above her head, he moved his hips and his shaft pressed against a tender spot inside her that made Daphne cry out. Amazingly, she slid into another release, pressing her wrists against his hands and calling his name.
Rafe pumped into her one last deep time. He released her wrists and she wrapped her arms fiercely around his neck. “I love you, Daphne,” he breathed, and she knew a moment of profound contentment holding her husband in her arms.
