neck again. “I intend to
prove a lot of things to you.” He pulled my legs around his waist.
I
sighed contentedly. Rafael was right where I needed him to be. “Like what?” I demanded
breathlessly.
“Like
how we should never be parted again.” He abandoned my neck and peered deep into
my eyes. His coffee and chocolate infused breath mingled with mine, but his
lips stopped just short of mine.
I
moaned when he pushed just inside of me. “And?” I whispered across his lips. I
tried to pull his head closer so I could kiss him, but he resisted. His mouth was
still hovering just millimeters from mine.
His
eyes grew dark and possessive. “I’m going to prove that this,” he pushed a
little further while still denying the kiss, “is where I belong.”
My
eyes fell closed as he began to fill me. I arched against him trying to encourage
him along. “And?” I panted, still yearning for that elusive kiss.
“That
you belong to me.” His hands fisted in my hair, holding me in place so I
couldn’t kiss him. When my eyes opened, his eyes captured and held mine. He
thrust deep enough to press against my womb.
My
legs parted even more. “Kiss me. I want you to kiss me.” I groaned as he began moving
deep and slow. My nipples brushed against the fine hair on his chest. I tried
to pull him closer.
He
continued thrusting in long, satisfying strokes. “Say it.”
“What?”
I whimpered. With each stroke he pushed me higher, wound me tighter, left me yearning
for more. I was already nearing release. Still he denied me.
He
chuckled softly. I could feel the vibration against my chest. “That sex is
better than bica. ” He pulled back, abandoning my body.
My
thighs clenched as I tried to force him back inside of me. “Sex is a million
times better than bica ,” I conceded, “but only with you.”
He
released my hair and grasped my hands. “It is,” he agreed just before he slammed
inside of me.
The
world tilted. His tongue thrust deep inside my mouth, seeking… claiming…
branding… everything. He kissed me long and hard… drove inside of me while
devouring my mouth.
“Rafael,”
I gasped. I hated breaking the kiss, but I couldn’t breathe.
His
eyes darkened. He thrust even harder.
“Oh,
God!” I screamed. The orgasm tore through me, sparked across every nerve
ending, shot down every limb, before spiraling back and burrowing between my
legs again.
Rafael’s
lips slanted over mine. His muscles tensed when he began kissing me again. He
thrust one last time, then stilled as he flooded me with heat. He kissed me until
our bodies quieted, but he didn’t release me.
Rafael
was still inside of me when we fell asleep, cocooned within those black satin
sheets. The last thing I saw was the flickering of flames from the fireplace, dancing
along those mysterious swords.
*
* * * *
Rafael
rose from the couch. “Dear God, what are you wearing now?”
I
glanced down at what I assumed was a rather chic ensemble. “I’m not entirely
sure.” The gray fitted tunic, black leggings, and smoky looking infinity scarf
had been draped around a single hanger. I briefly contemplated black heels but
chose the knee high boots instead.
He
walked a tight circle around me before running his hand up my leg. “I think I
like these even better than your yoga pants. Why don’t you wear pants like this
at home?”
I
shrugged. “I just never thought to shop for leggings.”
“You
should.” His hand slid beneath the tunic while he kissed the sweet spot behind
my ear. Within seconds he was fondling my breasts. “You should buy a lot of
leggings.”
“Remind
me to thank Eva for this wardrobe,” I murmured while his lips grazed my jaw. I wasn’t
taking a single kiss for granted, so I kissed him with everything I had when
his lips sought mine.
Grudgingly,
he ended the kiss. “Eva will never forgive me if we cancel dinner tonight.
She’s anxious to meet you.” He twined his fingers with mine before retrieving
his
prove a lot of things to you.” He pulled my legs around his waist.
I
sighed contentedly. Rafael was right where I needed him to be. “Like what?” I demanded
breathlessly.
“Like
how we should never be parted again.” He abandoned my neck and peered deep into
my eyes. His coffee and chocolate infused breath mingled with mine, but his
lips stopped just short of mine.
I
moaned when he pushed just inside of me. “And?” I whispered across his lips. I
tried to pull his head closer so I could kiss him, but he resisted. His mouth was
still hovering just millimeters from mine.
His
eyes grew dark and possessive. “I’m going to prove that this,” he pushed a
little further while still denying the kiss, “is where I belong.”
My
eyes fell closed as he began to fill me. I arched against him trying to encourage
him along. “And?” I panted, still yearning for that elusive kiss.
“That
you belong to me.” His hands fisted in my hair, holding me in place so I
couldn’t kiss him. When my eyes opened, his eyes captured and held mine. He
thrust deep enough to press against my womb.
My
legs parted even more. “Kiss me. I want you to kiss me.” I groaned as he began moving
deep and slow. My nipples brushed against the fine hair on his chest. I tried
to pull him closer.
He
continued thrusting in long, satisfying strokes. “Say it.”
“What?”
I whimpered. With each stroke he pushed me higher, wound me tighter, left me yearning
for more. I was already nearing release. Still he denied me.
He
chuckled softly. I could feel the vibration against my chest. “That sex is
better than bica. ” He pulled back, abandoning my body.
My
thighs clenched as I tried to force him back inside of me. “Sex is a million
times better than bica ,” I conceded, “but only with you.”
He
released my hair and grasped my hands. “It is,” he agreed just before he slammed
inside of me.
The
world tilted. His tongue thrust deep inside my mouth, seeking… claiming…
branding… everything. He kissed me long and hard… drove inside of me while
devouring my mouth.
“Rafael,”
I gasped. I hated breaking the kiss, but I couldn’t breathe.
His
eyes darkened. He thrust even harder.
“Oh,
God!” I screamed. The orgasm tore through me, sparked across every nerve
ending, shot down every limb, before spiraling back and burrowing between my
legs again.
Rafael’s
lips slanted over mine. His muscles tensed when he began kissing me again. He
thrust one last time, then stilled as he flooded me with heat. He kissed me until
our bodies quieted, but he didn’t release me.
Rafael
was still inside of me when we fell asleep, cocooned within those black satin
sheets. The last thing I saw was the flickering of flames from the fireplace, dancing
along those mysterious swords.
*
* * * *
Rafael
rose from the couch. “Dear God, what are you wearing now?”
I
glanced down at what I assumed was a rather chic ensemble. “I’m not entirely
sure.” The gray fitted tunic, black leggings, and smoky looking infinity scarf
had been draped around a single hanger. I briefly contemplated black heels but
chose the knee high boots instead.
He
walked a tight circle around me before running his hand up my leg. “I think I
like these even better than your yoga pants. Why don’t you wear pants like this
at home?”
I
shrugged. “I just never thought to shop for leggings.”
“You
should.” His hand slid beneath the tunic while he kissed the sweet spot behind
my ear. Within seconds he was fondling my breasts. “You should buy a lot of
leggings.”
“Remind
me to thank Eva for this wardrobe,” I murmured while his lips grazed my jaw. I wasn’t
taking a single kiss for granted, so I kissed him with everything I had when
his lips sought mine.
Grudgingly,
he ended the kiss. “Eva will never forgive me if we cancel dinner tonight.
She’s anxious to meet you.” He twined his fingers with mine before retrieving
his
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