I guess I just happened to find a guy whose size might not be ideal for it.
Heat warms his eyes, which shine hazel in the soft golden light, and when he leans in this time, his kiss is slower, softer, and shockingly sensual.
His tongue teases between my lips, distracting me from the pulsing ache and making my heart flutter.
Then his fingers press into my flesh as he gently rolls his hips, sliding out of me ever so slightly before pressing back in.
Each tiny movement sends shockwaves rippling through my system, and I can feel the tension in his muscles as he demonstrates a massive amount of restraint.
But with each slow, steady rock, my body starts to relax, my muscles unwinding.
My core pulses with his rhythm.
My clit zings with pleasure each time he grinds forward, pressing my hips into the glass behind me.
And when he buries himself deep inside me, I can’t help but moan.
“God, you feel so good,” he groans against my lips.
All I can do is whimper in response.
Because the way he moves inside me feels better than I ever could have dreamed.
I feel so intensely full, so overwhelmed with sensation, and so gloriouslyalive.
Raf grunts, his arm tightening around my waist as he starts to rock harder, his restraint seeming to fray at the seams.
The mouthwatering friction that follows makes my core tighten and my breath catch.
Our lips part, only for his to find the curve of my neck, and I tilt my head, eyes rolling back as goosebumps erupt across my flesh.
“You’redelicious,” he breathes against my throat, as if he’s just confirmed a suspicion. “So sinfully sweet, I could eat you up.” And he runs his tongue along the fluttering pulse of my jugular before lightly suctioning the sensitive skin against his lips.
I feel utterly possessed, helpless to do anything but cling to his broad shoulders and ride the waves of pleasure washing through me like a tsunami.
I’m sure I should be doing something in kind, something to make him feel as good as I do with his lips and teeth softly teasing my skin.
But I can’t seem to string a thought together long enough to come up with anything.
The cries of pleasure that rush from me crescendo as I lose all sense of self-control.
A ball of tension builds deep in my core, pulsing as it nears the snapping point.
My nipples are hard pebbles and entirely too sensitive as they brush against the searing heat of Raf’s chest.
God, it feels so good—too good.
It makes me want to scream and cry and laugh all at once.
But when I open my mouth, only lascivious moans come out.
“Raf!” I gasp, my eyes flying wide as a tingling relief rushes beneath my skin, flooding into my extremities.
I feel like I’m hovering on the precipice of something monumental.
Something life-changing.
With my back pressed against the glass, the city sprawling beneath me, my feet dangling in the air, I could almost fly.