Chapter 13 - Caroline
Caroline
Rafael’s arms folded around my body. He was strong—so strong, enough that I felt vulnerable and safe in his arms, like he would protect me from all the fires out in the real world. His hand settled into the small of my back and pulled me against him. A tingle went up my spine as our bodies touched.
I was terrified he would stop there. That he would pull away, returning my body to the cold.
But that’s not what happened.
He leaned in and his mouth caressed against mine.
I parted my lips, and our tongues danced together with passion, tasting like priceless whiskey.
His kiss was heady and made me light-headed.
The Paris world around us disappeared until it was just the beautiful bodyguard in my arms, and his lips and tongue and the bulge of his cock pressing against me through his jeans, and all I could think about was how it would feel buried deep inside me…
A noise on the balcony made us both stop. We froze together, still in each other’s arms. Cheek to cheek, listening for whatever sound was disturbing our passion. But it was only a bird taking flight from its perch on the stonework.
“False alarm,” Rafael said, turning back to me.
Despite how badly I wanted him, the fear of getting caught terrified me. I didn’t want to be known as the journalist who slept with her subject’s bodyguard. That kind of reputation would destroy my journalistic integrity.
But Rafael’s body felt so good against mine, and I wanted to see if it felt just as good without any clothing separating us.
He tried to kiss me again, but I put a hand on his shirt to stop him. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”
He smiled darkly. “That’s what makes it so much fun.”
“I know, but…”
“Nobody will ever know,” he said softly. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I…” My body was on fire with desire. I thought I would die if he didn’t kiss me, no matter how much of a mistake it might be.
“I should go,” I said, hurrying to the stairs and fleeing down to my bedroom.
I hated myself for running away. I still wanted him so badly it hurt. My body vibrated with desire, and the memory of his arms wrapped around me.
Rafael caught up to me when I reached the door to my bedroom. “Wait,” he said, soft yet urgent.
I stepped aside to let him into my room, then closed the door behind me.
“I’m not the kind of man who goes through life with regrets.” His eyes were glowing pools in the darkness of the room. “I never want to look back at my life and wonder what could have been.”
“You don’t seem like that kind of man,” I said.
He took a step closer. A single step. “I don’t want to regret anything with you, Caroline. And right now I’m scared I will. I’m terrified I’m missing out on something I’ll never be able to forget.”
Butterflies swirled in my stomach. My entire body wanted to give in to him right then. I yearned for his touch, for him to make love to me with the sounds of Paris outside my window. But the voice in my head spoke before I could stop it.
“We can’t sleep together,” I whispered. “It goes against my ethics as a journalist.”
He grinned wolfishly. “Who said anything about sleep?”
It was the kind of sexy line that should have made me toss aside all inhibition. Especially paired with the look of desire in his eyes. But I said, “You know what I mean. We can’t have sex.”
But I want to. He’s in my room. Just a few feet away. I want him to fuck me like it’s the last night I spend working with Harrison Blackstone.
Rafael shook his head. “I can work with these rules.”
I blinked. “I don’t understand.”
Finally Rafael left the door, pawing toward me in the darkness.
I tensed with anticipation as he wordlessly pushed me to the bed.
He slid aside the bedsheets, then pushed me down onto the bed, his gaze never leaving mine.
Covering me with his muscular mass, and his delicious smell, and the salacious tongue that I wanted to do filthy, wonderful things to me.
He kissed me slowly, lips brushing against mine. I surrendered to the amazing way he made me feel, and soon our kisses were passionate and heavy. Long kisses with tongue that left us gasping and breathless.
I spread my legs beneath him, and he sank into me. I felt the hardness of his cock pressing against my panties with tantalizing pressure. He felt big.
I wondered what he would feel like inside of me.
He ground his hips into me as we kissed, pressing deeper and deeper until my panties were drenched. It felt so good, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more.
When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I raised my butt and slid my panties down my legs. He took over when they reached my knees, leaning back and pulling them the rest of the way off with excruciating slowness. Like he was trying to torture me.
“Take off your pants,” I demanded.
Rafael grinned and obeyed, revealing his throbbing cock in the moonlight streaming through the window.
Then he did something that pulled my eyes away from his delicious manhood.
He tugged his shirt over his head, finally giving me a full view of his chest. He was painted with muscle, all dark ridges and lines in the semi-darkness.
He was sexy. He was beautiful.
I ran my fingers over his abs and whispered, “I want you.”
He bent back down to kiss me. “You said no sex.”
“That was past-Caroline,” I said while lacing my fingers into his dark hair. “Present-Caroline very much wants you.”
Rafael sank into me, but his cock slid through my pussy lips and against my clit rather than inside of me. I reached down to guide him in, but he grabbed my wrist and pinned it to the bed easily.
“No sex,” he grinned. “That was the rule.”
Slowly, he began grinding his cock against me. Pressing the underside of his shaft into my lips, moving it up and down.
Even though it wasn’t what I really wanted, I moaned at how good it felt. Rafael smothered me with his muscular, tattooed body while we kissed and rubbed against each other like teenagers.
I reached between my legs to take hold of his cock. Surely now he would give in.
“No penetration…” he said cruelly.
“I won’t,” I whispered. “I just want to touch you.”
He sucked in his breath as my fingers wrapped around his cock. It was hard, and hot like a wildfire. Rather than guiding it into my pussy like I desperately wanted, I pressed the tip against my clit and rubbed it in a circle. Using his cock like my own personal vibrator.
“You feel good,” Rafael rumbled while kissing my neck.
I stroked him faster. “If you think this feels good, you should feel my pussy.”
“Oh, I want to,” he moaned into my collarbone. “But you have rules, and I want to respect them.”
“I’d rather be bad…”
“Don’t we all?” he rumbled.
“Then fuck me,” I whispered. “Bury your cock inside of me.”
He made a noise deep within his throat. He gave me one final kiss, then raised himself off of me.
I yelped as he flipped me over onto my belly.
I felt his lips touch the base of my neck, then kiss down my spine.
His fingers rubbed my sopping-wet slit from behind, up and down until his fingers were coated.
I looked over my shoulder and saw him stroking himself, getting my juices all over his cock. Lubricating himself.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Fuck me.”
He waggled a thin finger in my face. “Nuh uh.”
“Don’t tease me!”
“Caroline,” he breathed, “I haven’t even begun to tease you.”
He lowered himself onto me like he was going to do push-ups, planting his fists on either side of my face.
Waves of heat came off his cock as it pressed against the bare skin of my ass.
Holding himself up with his left arm, he slid his right hand underneath my hip.
His fingers quickly settled upon my special place, and then began rubbing a circle into my clit.
I moaned loudly at his touch.
“I bet you like that,” he said lustily.
“Ohh, I do!”
As he rubbed a fire into my clit, he guided his cock lower. The tip pressed against my entrance, but he didn’t push it farther. He slid it up and down my lips, grinding against me, torturing me.
He fucked me into the bed like that, without actually fucking me. I trembled as the tip of his cock slid up and down my pussy, hoping that he would plunge it inside. But he never did, continuing to slide against me harder and harder as he rubbed my clit.
The teasing nature of it, right on the edge of what I really wanted, was hotter than I ever could have expected.
Constantly bringing himself to the edge of penetration before denying me his thick cock.
And all the while, his fingers were doing a tremendous job on my clit, pressing into my pelvis with the perfect amount of pressure while smothering me with his body.
Soon I was thrusting my ass up to meet him, pretending that he was actually inside of me.
“Fuck me,” I moaned as the fire built within my pussy. “Fuck me, Rafael. Just like that.”
“God, you feel good,” he groaned. His breathing drew quicker, short gasps as he nuzzled my neck, beard scratching against my skin. I felt my climax rising quickly, and I was just on the edge as his fingertips worked their magic on my most sensitive place.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Just like that, don’t stop, harder, yes, yes, yes…”
And then, just when I had given up on it ever happening, it finally did.
His crown slid between my lips, and then he was pushing into me, inch by inch. Both of us groaned, low sounds of surrender that soon built into the long moans of a pleasure that was finally unleashed.
I twisted to gaze up at him. He rested his forehead against my shoulder blade, one eye flashing open to stare at me, full of ecstasy.
“Caroline,” he breathed into my ear. “Yes, oh fuck yes…”
“Don’t stop,” I begged. “I’m so close.”
“You want more?” he growled into my ear.
“I want all of you. Fuck me.”
The words were a catalyst, and he finally stopped torturing me. There was nothing teasing about the way he pulled back, then drove into me again from behind. I cried out, each thrust rocking the bed and pushing my cheek deeper into the sheets.
He nibbled on my shoulder, and it drove me over the edge. I clenched my eyes shut and everything shimmered and shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure surged from my core. I choked down the screams that I wanted to let out, knowing that we couldn’t make too much noise.
Rafael smothered me with his body, wrapping an arm underneath me and around my chest. He gasped and groaned as I clamped my inner muscles around him, desperate for him to feel the same ecstasy that was currently electrifying my entire body.
That was the last straw for him; he moaned my name, breath hot on my ear, a prayer and a curse all at once.
“Caroline!”
Then I felt his cock tremble within me. He pushed as deep as he could go, every inch of him inside me, as he exploded.
His free arm wrapped around my chest and cupped a breast, clinging to me as he gasped and let out the most amazing noise I’d ever heard from a man.
Tiny little aftershock thrusts rocked his body, extending my orgasm a little bit longer, the two of us sharing that perfect moment as long as it would last.
He held me tight until he was done coming, and for a long time after.