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Rafae l
The day had been long, but there was a bounce in my step as I walked up the driveway with a folder clutched in my hand. Inside it were the results of hours of research and a meeting with the best wedding planner in the country – a selection of possible venues for our wedding. Yasmin gave me free rein to plan most things for our local wedding which would take place after we got back from Dubai. She'd sounded cheerful when we spoke on the phone earlier, promising me that she'd have something special for me when I got home.
Pushing the door open, I stepped into the cool, familiar hallway. The house was quiet, but I could hear faint voices from the living room. I headed towards the sound and found Elena and Carlos seated at the table, engrossed in a game of cards .
"Hey, Mr. Amato," Elena greeted me, not looking up from her hand. Carlos gave me a quick nod, his focus equally divided between his cards and the game.
"Hey," I replied, setting the folder on a nearby table. "Where's Yasmin?"
"She retired to your room a while ago," Carlos said, his eyes never leaving the cards.
I raised an eyebrow. That was odd. I spoke to Yasmin on the phone before leaving my meeting, and she didn't mention feeling tired. "Thanks," I said, trying to mask my surprise.
Before I headed upstairs, I turned back to Elena and Carlos. "You guys can take off for the night. The other guards are circling the property, so we're covered."
Elena immediately gathered the cards and stood up. "Alright, boss. Have a good night."
Carlos followed suit, and I watched them leave before picking up the folder again. The house felt different tonight, almost electric with anticipation. I shook off the feeling and walked up the stairs, eager to show Yasmin pictures of each venue.
As I reached our bedroom door, I paused for a moment. The door was slightly ajar, and a soft, inviting glow spilled into the hallway. Pushing the door open, I stepped inside and froze.
Yasmin was sitting on the edge of the bed, a vision of pure seduction. She wore nothing but a set of white lace lingerie, garter, and stockings that hugged her curves perfectly. Her legs were crossed, accentuated by the sexiest pair of heels I had ever seen. She looked up at me with a sultry smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, all I could do was stare.
"Well, hello there," she purred, her voice low and inviting. "I was beginning to think you'd never come home."
I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, trying to regain my composure. "Wow, Yasmin. You look... wow."
She chuckled as she stood and walked towards me, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor. "I wanted to surprise you," she said, running a hand down my chest. "Did it work?"
"Definitely," I managed to say, my voice a little hoarse. I held up the folder. "I found some amazing venues for our wedding."
Her eyes lit up with interest, but she didn't take the folder. Instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a kiss. It was slow and deep, and I felt the day's stress melt away. When we finally broke apart, she smiled up at me.
"Tell me all about them," she said, taking my hand and leading me to the bed.
She placed me at the edge, and I sat, with her behind me. I opened the folder, spreading the photos and brochures across the bedspread. "This one is a beautiful vineyard in Napa," I began, pointing to a glossy picture of a sprawling estate surrounded by lush vines. My breath caught in my throat as she slowly ran her fingers up my arm to grip the top of my suit jacket, shrugging the material off my shoulders. "They have this amazing outdoor area where we could have the ceremony."
Yasmin picked up the photo and studied it. "It's gorgeous," she said. "What else?"
I picked up another set of photos, just as she undid my tie, tossing it across the room. I could barely breathe as she got off the bed and walked in front of me. My dick jerked in my pants as she slowly lowered herself to the floor until she was on her knees before me. My fingers itched to touch her, to trail over her perfect body but I remained still.
I wasn't sure what was happening, one minute I was racing home to discuss wedding venues and the next Yasmin was undressing me. We hadn't talked about sex, I assumed she would want to wait until our wedding day to be physical but maybe I was wrong.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" she asked as she worked on the first button, then the second, undoing my shirt and self-control.
"My future wife is on her knees before me," I murmured. "How do you expect me to focus?"
I took a deep breath, inhaling her intoxicating scent as she grinned at me. "I'm sure you'll figure it out, Mr. Billionaire. Now tell me about that venue."
I showed her a few more options, including a historic mansion in Savannah and a chic rooftop venue in New York City. Yasmin listened intently, asking questions about each of them. At the same time, she finished unbuttoning my shirt and went on to remove my shoes and socks. I could only gape at her as she snatched my Rolex off my wrist and sauntered to the bedside table. As she walked, she gave me a clear view of her round juicy cheeks, the thong she wore left very little to the imagination.
Fuck me! What was this woman doing to me?
The moment Yasmin set down the Rolex, tension surged through my body. I could hear the soft tick-tock of the watch, a reminder of every agonizing second passing by. She turned, her eyes locking with mine, and a sultry smile played on her lips. She walked back over to me, her hips swaying with an enticing grace that made my breath hitch. I could only watch her, my muscles tense with anticipation. I didn’t dare move, afraid that any action on my part would break the spell she had cast, and she would stop.
"Rafael," she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down my spine. "Do you have any idea how sexy you are?"
I swallowed hard, unable to find my voice. Her words were intoxicating, each one a spark that set my blood on fire. "You've been so good to me," she whispered, her tone sultry and teasing.
Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt a familiar heat pooling in my lower abdomen. I tried to maintain my composure, but her presence was overwhelming. She moved her lips to my neck, placing feather-light kisses that ignited my skin. Still, I didn't move. My fingers remained balled into fists even as she ran her hand up my chest, helping me to shrug off my shirt.
She giggled softly, a sound that was both innocent and wicked. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, the way you hold yourself back. But you don’t have to, not anymore.”
I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. She placed an open mouth kiss on a sensitive part of my neck. The sensation was electric, and I could feel my self-control slipping away.
“You’re making it very hard to be a gentleman,” I managed to say, trembling slightly.
She laughed again, this time a little more wickedly. “Who says I want you to be a gentleman?” Her hand continued its journey downward, reaching my belt buckle. She played with it, her fingers nimble and teasing. “I want you to show me how much you want me, Rafael.”
A primal growl escaped my lips, and I grabbed her, pulling her onto my lap. Her gasp of surprise quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as I dragged her over my body, positioning her so she was straddling me. Her eyes widened in surprise, then quickly darkened with desire. I could feel the heat of her pussy lips through the thin fabric of her thong, and it drove me wild. I rolled my hips up, pressing against her. She gasped, her head falling back as she let out a low, throaty moan.
"About time you took over," she moaned, her voice breathy and filled with lust.
Something snapped inside me. All the pent-up desire, the longing, it all came flooding out. I rolled my hips, pressing against her, eliciting another moan from her lips. Her hands gripped my shoulders, nails digging into my skin as she ground down onto me.
"Yasmin," I groaned, my voice raw with need. "You drive me fucking crazy."
She laughed, a low, seductive sound that sent another wave of arousal through me. "Good," she said, her eyes dark with desire. "Because you make me feel the same way."
I captured her lips in a searing kiss, my hands moving to grip her waist, guiding her movements. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, and our tongues danced in a heated rhythm. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, mirroring the frantic beat of my own.
"Rafe," she whimpered, her voice trembling with urgency. "I need you... now."
Her words were my undoing. With a growl, I flipped us over, pinning her beneath me. Her eyes widened in surprise and delight, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. I kissed a trail down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin, and how her body responded to my touch.
“Rafe,” she breathed, her voice husky. “Take me.”
"You wish to fuck little wife?"
Yasmin moaned in response, nodding enthusiastically. My mouth watered as I slid down her body, my lips roaming over her breasts and stomach before reaching the offending material shielding her cunt from me. I gripped the material tightly ripping it apart until it was in tatters around her pussy, exposing her fully to me.
Unable to wait any longer I shoved my face between her thick thighs, inhaling deeply. She sucked in a shaky breath. "You smell so sweet," I mumbled against her lower lips. "Make as much noise as you want," I told her and then I was sliding my tongue through her slit, changing the dynamic between us forever.
Yasmin jerked, her lips parting on a loud cry that only got louder when I wrapped my arms around her hips, forcing her pussy down on my tongue. She moaned with need, her chest heaving as she gripped my hair tightly in her fists.