I shake my head. Words don’t seem so important right now.
“Every fucking day,” he whispers against my neck, and I arch for him. “Nothing comes close to the real thing. To touching you.” He drags his hand up my side as if to prove a point. My shirt rises, and his fingertips brush my bare skin. It feels like so much more than a simple caress.
“What else did you think about?” I’m feeling brave. Rafe called me his queen tonight, and he makes it feel true as he worships me. It gives me a confidence I never knew I was missing.
He leans back so I can see his gray eyes and the scruff on his jaw. One look, and he could have anyone he wanted, and that’s before they knew how powerful he is, yet he chose me. He brings one of his hands up and covers my lips. His mouth parts as he draws in deeper breaths. “I thought about what it would feel like to be inside you while you screamed.” He kisses under my eye tenderly, but keeps his hand sealed over my mouth. “I thought you would hate me,” he admits.
I can’t tell him how wrong he is, but when he examines my face, I think he sees it.
“I still plan on making you scream, Lucy, but mostly in pleasure.” If anyone else said that or even told me someone said it to them, I would roll my eyes and call them a cornball, but coming from Rafe, it’s not only plausible, but the thought alone is turning me on. It may be the gorgeous man above me influencing my reaction too.
I mumble behind his fingers, and he removes his hand. “Mostly?” I repeat.
Rafe looks down at my lips and licks his own. “Mostly,” he agrees and leans in for a soft kiss. “I still want to play games with you.” He nibbles my lips, and I think I would agree to just about anything at the moment.
“Games?” I’m not very verbose right now.
His hand slides under my body and he cups my ass, pulling me up so he can grind against me. “I like stalking you, Lucy, chasing you.” He nearly purrs the words as he rolls his hips forward. My eyes fall closed from the pleasure of his touch. “But I really like it when you’re scared and you hear my voice, and your entire body softens, like you would let me do anything I wanted to you and you would enjoy it.”
I can’t really argue with that, it’s pretty accurate. “Like yesterday, playing hide and seek?” I confirm and arch a little more. He takes the hint to kiss and nibble my neck. I feel the blunt edges of his teeth as Rafe bites down, holding on for a few long seconds before releasing me.
“Yes, you liked my game. You were soaked for me,” he growls out as if I need more convincing. I nod and stroke my hands over his back. He’s wearing too many clothes, and so am I.
“I’m here and willing now, so what do you plan on doing about it?” I probably shouldn’t poke him, but I just can’t imagine him ever really hurting me. Maybe I’m naïve or too trusting, but it doesn’t change how I feel.
Instead of telling me what he wants, Rafe shows me. His shirt gets tossed to the floor right before mine. He has to stand to get his pants off, but he’s back, skin to skin, before I have a chance to miss him. After removing my leggings, he toys with the fabric of my panties near my hip. They’re nothing special, just the same black cotton as always, but his touch is reverent, as if they’re made from the finest silk.
He makes a fist and drags them down my legs, and his breathing shifts, becoming more ragged, as if every inch of skin he reveals is increasing his excitement. The ugly thought that he’s seen me on stage tries to infiltrate my mind, but I shove it away. Nothing he saw could have disgusted him, or we wouldn’t be here.
I pull him up by his shoulders. I want him to see how very different this is from any of the times he might have seen me. Our eyes connect, and I don’t look away, not even when he slides his hand between our bodies and slips it between my legs. I bite my lip, sinking into the moment, but he’s right there with me, watching my reaction to his touch.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful.” He swipes his tongue across my lips, then keeps looking down at me. Every time he touches my clit, my eyes threaten to close, but I force them open.
Rafe shifts his hips back, and using the hand that was teasing my clit, he guides himself inside me. I tighten up, expecting the same pressure from last time, but it’s blissfully absent.
After a few shallow pumps, he slides fully into me as if we were made for each other. The full feeling is still foreign, but it feels so much better than last time. Rafe breaks eye contact with me and looks down between our bodies. “You feel so goddamn good, you’re going to make me come,” he growls out, as if that’s a bad thing.
“Isn’t that the point?” I roll my hips, and his forehead hits my chest.
“Not before you, like some two-pump chump.” He reaches down and grips my hip tightly so I can’t rock against him, but when he starts sliding in and out of me, I don’t care. His strokes are long and slow. I still because I’m so afraid of moving and disrupting his delicious rhythm. With every thrust, his skin kisses my clit, and it makes me crazy with need. I dig my fingers into the muscles of his butt, and he jerks me against him, proving he could go deeper.
My eyes close now, and it makes every touch seem even more intense. Our mingled breaths and the sounds of our bodies coming together fill the room. Rafe lets out a groan and twists his head from left to right. “God, you feel incredible.”
In that moment, I’m struck by how life-altering it is to hear those words. How important they make me feel. How I want to do anything I can to make him feel this incredible all the time. It also turns me on even more. I want to be perfect for him. His praise is addicting.
Rafe lifts his head off my chest and leans down for a kiss. It’s soft and deep and leaves me breathless when he moves to kiss down my jaw. “Squeeze me,” he orders in my ear, and I immediately comply. “Good fucking girl.” The feeling of euphoria curls over me from his whispered words, and the beginning of an orgasm settles in my lower belly. Rafe must sense the change in my body or breathing, because he leans back enough so he can look down at my face.
“When you come, it will be with my name on your lips.” He slides his hand between our bodies and finds my clit with his fingertip. My back bows, and he grunts but keeps fucking me while teasing my clit.
I bite my lip to keep the sounds in, but it’s no use. Several soft yeses and a plea for him not to stop come before I finally moan, “Rafe.” My inner muscles spasm wildly, and he thrusts deep inside me while I shatter beneath him.
My arms feel heavy, but I loop them around his shoulders and bury my face in his neck. He smells so good and tastes even better. After several long seconds, he pulls out of me, but he’s still hard. “You didn’t get to?” I’m confused, he seemed to like it.
“Not yet, and I deserve a fucking award,” he grumbles, sounding disgruntled.
“Did I do something wrong?” All the happiness and arousal I felt before slips away, taking my post orgasm high with it.
Rafe shifts positions until he’s next to me, then he lies flat on his back. “Lucy, if I wasn’t terrified of embarrassing myself, I would have come the moment I slid into your pussy. Now c’mere.” He pulls me over with a tug so I’m straddling his hips and looking down at him. I can feel his erection under me.
