Finally, when he seems to have decided my breasts have received their fair share of attention, he continues his path downward, pressing kisses along my stomach to my navel—then lower.
“What are you…?” I gasp, my voice breathy as his lips reach the peak of my thighs.
“I’m enjoying myself,dolce,” he murmurs, his eyes wicked as he looks up the length of my body to meet my gaze. Then his mouth closes around the sensitive pearl of my apex.
My back arches, a sharp cry rushing from my parted lips as my head finds the mattress, and my fingers tangle in his thick locks as liquid pleasure floods my core.
God, it feels good when he licks and sucks my slick folds, his tongue lapping up my juices and swirling around my clit like he’s savoring the best meal of his life.
His hums of pleasure would reinforce that assessment, and each time they vibrate against me, it sends a fresh jolt of euphoria crackling up my spine.
“Oh, God, Raf!” I cry, my hips rolling without my permission as I grind unapologetically against his glorious mouth.
His tongue plunges inside my entrance in response, and my muscles clench around him, begging him for more.
He gives it to me, laving my soaking slit and ravishing my clit as he slides two fingers into my throbbing depths.
And when he curls his fingertips, finding that hidden spot inside me, fireworks explode behind my eyelids.
“Bloody Christ!” I scream, so overcome by the force of my climax that I’ve completely lost control of my mouth.
A low chuckle rumples from Raf, but his attention doesn’t falter as he licks and sucks my throbbing clit until I’m a puddle beneath him.
Only then does he slowly lift his head, his eyes dancing as he wipes my arousal from his lips and chin.
“Whatwasthat?” I pant, my muscles unwinding in the most delicious way.
“The best breakfast I’ve ever had,” he purrs, falling on top of me.
And even though I’m still pulsing with the satisfaction of my last release, fresh anticipation coils in my belly as he aligns our bodies.
I can taste my pleasure on his lips, tangy and sharp, as he kisses me, and excitement hammers through my veins as his tongue plunges inside my mouth.
One strong hand wraps around my throat, stealing my breath away as Raf claims my lips with a confidence that lights my skin on fire.
Then he slowly drags that hand down the length of my body, feeling my curves until he reaches the peak of my thighs.
There, he grips the base of his cock, steering his tip to my throbbing entrance. And slowly, inch by inch, he eases himself inside me with agonizing leisure.
“Raf,” I moan in desperation, my hands flying down to his gorgeous ass so I can urge him forward more quickly.
But he just grins wickedly against my lips, giving my lower one a playful nip. “Patience,focosa,” he teases softly, and the nickname strikes me with fresh impact.
I like that he thinks of me as spirited—and that he considers it a good thing.
Growing up, my mother always warned me that men didn’t like outspoken women, that it would get me in trouble if and when I found a husband.
But Raf never makes me feel like it’s a bad thing. If anything, he makes me feel like he finds it attractive. And that fills me with a reckless warmth.
“Are you trying to torture me?” I whine, rolling my hips upward in an effort to outsmart him.
But he’s ready for me, one hand grabbing my hip and pinning me down so I’m at his mercy.
“Only in the best way,” he promises.
And when he finally buries himself inside me, the intensity of my relief borders on orgasmic.
My legs quiver as I throb around his thick length, my body coming to life in a whole new way.