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on her body, his cock surging inside her.
He pressed against her again, his arousal large and insistent against the crease of her buttocks. “You know,” he said, his voice rough, dark. “You know what you’ve always done to me.”
His free hand slid around her waist, but instead of drawing her back against him, he pushed his agile fingers into her panties to find the throbbing bud of her clit.
“Yes,” he hissed as she moaned. “That’s what I want—you, hot and wet and ready for me.”
“But dinner—”
“Can wait.” He dipped his fingers into her wanting folds and she nearly buckled from the sudden, overwhelming pleasure. She gripped the edge of the counter as he pressed into her from behind. She could feel his erection, feel the hardness rubbing against the all-but-bare cleft of her behind in a ghostly imitation of what they both wanted. What she knew she needed.
It had been so long, too long since she’d had this, since she’d felt this. Moaning, she pushed back against him, then jerked forward as his talented fingers circled her clit.
“You need this, don’t you?” he whispered, uncannily able to read her. “No matter what you say, no matter what lies you try to tell me or tell yourself, your body will always tell me the truth. For tonight at least, your body and your pleasure belong to me.”
An automatic denial flooded her throat. As if he sensed it coming, he bit down on her earlobe, a light nip that she felt all the way to her toes. She gasped, and a gush of liquid heat flooded her center, drenching his fingers.
His dark chuckle acknowledged what they both knew. He always knew what she wanted, what she needed when it came to sex. There was no point in denying the truth, not with his fingers stroking into her soaking pussy, ramping her pleasure higher and higher toward pure mindlessness.
“Macy. Tell me that you want this. Tell me that you want me.”
He already knew, so why ask? He needed the words, she realized. He needed to hear her acknowledge this huge, unstoppable force between them, the fire that had never gone out, the passion that time and distance hadn’t extinguished.
“Yes.” She gasped, her pussy clenching down on his fingers. “Yes, Raphael, I want this. I want you.”
“Good girl.” He pulled his fingers from her channel, causing her to whimper in protest.“You deserve a reward.”
He spun her around, claiming her mouth in a brutal kiss that convinced her unequivocally that he wanted this as much as she did. His hands slid down her sides to her hips as he lifted her onto the counter. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms encircling his shoulders to draw him closer. It was his turn to shudder as she pressed open-mouthed kisses to his throat, collarbone, those gorgeous, sinful lips. He responded by thrusting his hips forward, rubbing his hardness against her silk-covered entrance in a delicious friction that only made her want more.
When she reached for his shirt to pull it free from his waistband, he pulled away. “Don’t.”
“Not yet, my beautiful Macy.” He reached for the thin string of her panties, grinning when he realized she’d put them on over her garters. “Oh, babe. You’re so fucking hot.”
He slowly pulled her panties down her legs, his gaze pinned to hers as he spread her thighs. “You should see how beautiful you are,” he breathed. “Your hair spilling over your shoulders like a flaming waterfall, your breasts pushed up by that bra. I love the way your skin flushes when you’re on the brink of coming. I love how responsive you are to me and the pleasure I give you.”
She watched in stunned amazement as he lifted her panties to his face and inhaled deeply. “Your scent drives me crazy,” he confessed, his voice both dreamy and raw. “You’d left behind a pair of panties when you left. I kept them, and your pillow, for as long as I could.”
“Raphael.” How could he have her on the brink of coming and tears at the
He pressed against her again, his arousal large and insistent against the crease of her buttocks. “You know,” he said, his voice rough, dark. “You know what you’ve always done to me.”
His free hand slid around her waist, but instead of drawing her back against him, he pushed his agile fingers into her panties to find the throbbing bud of her clit.
“Yes,” he hissed as she moaned. “That’s what I want—you, hot and wet and ready for me.”
“But dinner—”
“Can wait.” He dipped his fingers into her wanting folds and she nearly buckled from the sudden, overwhelming pleasure. She gripped the edge of the counter as he pressed into her from behind. She could feel his erection, feel the hardness rubbing against the all-but-bare cleft of her behind in a ghostly imitation of what they both wanted. What she knew she needed.
It had been so long, too long since she’d had this, since she’d felt this. Moaning, she pushed back against him, then jerked forward as his talented fingers circled her clit.
“You need this, don’t you?” he whispered, uncannily able to read her. “No matter what you say, no matter what lies you try to tell me or tell yourself, your body will always tell me the truth. For tonight at least, your body and your pleasure belong to me.”
An automatic denial flooded her throat. As if he sensed it coming, he bit down on her earlobe, a light nip that she felt all the way to her toes. She gasped, and a gush of liquid heat flooded her center, drenching his fingers.
His dark chuckle acknowledged what they both knew. He always knew what she wanted, what she needed when it came to sex. There was no point in denying the truth, not with his fingers stroking into her soaking pussy, ramping her pleasure higher and higher toward pure mindlessness.
“Macy. Tell me that you want this. Tell me that you want me.”
He already knew, so why ask? He needed the words, she realized. He needed to hear her acknowledge this huge, unstoppable force between them, the fire that had never gone out, the passion that time and distance hadn’t extinguished.
“Yes.” She gasped, her pussy clenching down on his fingers. “Yes, Raphael, I want this. I want you.”
“Good girl.” He pulled his fingers from her channel, causing her to whimper in protest.“You deserve a reward.”
He spun her around, claiming her mouth in a brutal kiss that convinced her unequivocally that he wanted this as much as she did. His hands slid down her sides to her hips as he lifted her onto the counter. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms encircling his shoulders to draw him closer. It was his turn to shudder as she pressed open-mouthed kisses to his throat, collarbone, those gorgeous, sinful lips. He responded by thrusting his hips forward, rubbing his hardness against her silk-covered entrance in a delicious friction that only made her want more.
When she reached for his shirt to pull it free from his waistband, he pulled away. “Don’t.”
“Not yet, my beautiful Macy.” He reached for the thin string of her panties, grinning when he realized she’d put them on over her garters. “Oh, babe. You’re so fucking hot.”
He slowly pulled her panties down her legs, his gaze pinned to hers as he spread her thighs. “You should see how beautiful you are,” he breathed. “Your hair spilling over your shoulders like a flaming waterfall, your breasts pushed up by that bra. I love the way your skin flushes when you’re on the brink of coming. I love how responsive you are to me and the pleasure I give you.”
She watched in stunned amazement as he lifted her panties to his face and inhaled deeply. “Your scent drives me crazy,” he confessed, his voice both dreamy and raw. “You’d left behind a pair of panties when you left. I kept them, and your pillow, for as long as I could.”
“Raphael.” How could he have her on the brink of coming and tears at the
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