“Good,” I gasp.
He nods at my top. “Take it off.”
I want to be reckless; I want to be completely naked in his hands and let him do anything he wants to me. I crave this man, his body, his touch, his voice; all of it. I need him like an addict needs their next hit.
He grips my cotton tank top and tugs it upward, urging it over my head. I’m not wearing a bra and my body fizzes, the anticipation of being touched by him almost too much to bear. He grazes his fingertips over my stomach, and each contact sears, my skin fluttering beneath it.
He tosses my top to the floor, and I stand before him, half-naked and bathed in moonlight, my skin a pale silver.
“You are divine. A goddess,” he whispers, cupping my breasts in his hands, strumming my painfully hard nipples. With each brush of his thumbs, I melt a little more, arching my back, pressing into him. “You want to come like this?” he growls, leaning in so he’s speaking at my ear. “With just my hands.” He strums my nipples. “Here?”
“Uh-huh.” I know he could do it. If I let go entirely and sank into the building arousal, he’d have me orgasming just from how he’s playing with my tits. And he fucking knows it. I lean into it, focusing on the desire, the lust, the need in my system, and ignoring the other unmentionable thing we’ve set aside.
Lizzie.
He dips his head, teasing my peaked nipple with his tongue, circling it, and using his hand to caress my other breast. He sucks hard, and a fiery streak of desire blasts all the way from his mouth to my clit. “Oh, fuck,” I gasp.
He straightens to his full height, towering over me. “Put your hands on the island.”
Obediently, I do as he says.
“Bend over.” His voice is a deep growl that makes my stomach somersault even as I fold myself in half, presenting my arse to him. I can hardly believe this is happeninghere, right where we’ve worked side-by-side every night. To sleep with him at Delirium was one thing, but here, in the penthouse… there’s no turning back from this.
He slides his fingers in the waistband of my shorts and glides them down my legs, helping me step out of them. On his way back up, he strokes the outside of my legs from ankle to hip, and I can’t catch a breath.
A whimper escapes me as he stands behind me, palming my bare arse, teasing the cheeks apart. I can’t imagine what I must look like; I’m so desperate for him I can hardly keep still.
Leaning forward, he pushes my hair to one side and whispers, “You have a perfect pussy.” He pushes his fingers inside me, and I groan at the fullness and the weight of his body against my back. “So wet. So tight.” He lets out a low groan, full of want that makes me feel powerful, yet helpless, bent over for him like this. “You want this so bad, don’t you?”
“Mmm. I do.”
“Look at your needy little cunt, begging to be full of my cock. Can you hear that?” Holding me in place with one hand on my lower back, he uses the other to slide his fingers slowly in and out, and the unmistakable wet, slick noises of my arousal fill the kitchen. “I fucking love that sound.”
His voice sounds like it’s coming from somewhere low, as if he’s crouching behind me. Imagining him inspecting me, and how filthy it must look, my pussy throbs, making me squirm.God, this is depraved.
My palms press harder on the island.If anyone could bring me to climax with just his words, it’s Rafe Bastion.
“You have a beautiful cunt. Fuck,” he curses, and then his hands are on my arse, opening me up, his tongue at my entrance as hefeastson me.
I let out a feral moan, and my legs tremble. Much more of this, and I’ll collapse.
He stops, and I glance over my shoulder to see him standing, his lips glistening as he sucks my juices off his fingers. “I love the way you taste. I loved it that first night, and I love it more now, knowing it’syou.” He reaches between my legs and teases my clit. “And this here, fuck, it’s perfect. So swollen and desperate to come.”
I moan as my arousal unspools.
Shifting his hand, he thrusts his fingers inside from behind, shunting me forward so my forearms drop to the island. “I’m going to fuck you like this, fast and hard. Scream if you need to. Got it?”
I nod and murmur, “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
Behind me, I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper, making me wonder if he had it on him, just in case. Or maybe when he found me here in the kitchen he was on his way to my bedroom, to knock on the door and ask to fuck me in my bed. The idea sends a visceral pulse through me.
“I’m on the pill.” The crinkle stops, and he’s so still and silent that if it weren’t for his fingers deep inside me, I’d wonder if I was alone. “You can take me bare.” He still doesn’t move, so I continue. “I want to feel you inside me. No barriers.”
He groans and tosses the packet to the floor, where it falls next to my top. He withdraws his fingers, and I hear him undo his trousers. Nudging my legs apart with his thigh, he closes in, nestling his dick between my legs, easing it through my lips, coating it in my wetness.
More. I need more.