Chapter 27 Aisling
AISLING
The warm, solid muscles curving around my body and twining around my waist send a shiver of intense satisfaction down my spine as I slowly rise from the deep fog of sleep.
I don’t think I’ve slept that well… maybe ever.
A soft sigh rushes from me as callused fingers trace patterns across my bare skin. Warmth pools low in my belly, slick moisture gathering between my thighs. I could get used to waking up like this.
Turning my head to look over my shoulder, I find Raf curled around me, his body molding to mine like we’re two puzzle pieces meant to fit perfectly together.
He looks dangerously sexy with his dark hair tousled, his face more relaxed than I’ve seen it in years, and when his hazel eyes lift to meet mine, a slow smile curves one corner of his perfect lips.
“Good morning,” he murmurs, his voice husky with sleep.
“Morning,” I breathe, turning in his arms just enough to kiss him.
He hums softly, and desire unfurls in my belly at the deep, inviting sound. He lifts his hand to cup my jaw, and the way his thumb brushes my cheek sends tingles down my spine.
The moment lingers, time stretching as his lips mold to mine, his tongue teasing their seam until I part them, granting him access.
Then his fingers comb back into my hair to cradle my head, and he deepens the kiss with luxurious tenderness.
It’s the softest, sweetest kiss we’ve ever shared, and somehow, it heats my skin in a way our desperate passion never could.
Like the embers of a fire, slow and steady and burning cherry-red.
His arm still trapped beneath me cinches tighter as he pulls me close, turning me to face him more fully.
I comply readily, squirming until I can sling my leg over his hip, and the space between us vanishes as I feel the urgent press of his hard cock against my abdomen.
His hands explore me gently, his fingers kneading my flesh as they travel down my back to cup my ass and pull me into him.
A moan rushes up my throat as my folds part around his hard length.
The friction is delicious.
God, I want to feel him inside me, and he’s so close, the tip of his swollen tip brushing my clit as he slowly rocks against me.
Then his lips leave mine, shifting to my ear, my throat, my clavicle.
He presses soft kisses and draws a scintillating path with his tongue, lighting a fire in his wake as he works his way down to my breasts.
They’re tender today—probably from all the attention they received last night—and I gasp as he wraps his lips around one hard nipple, swirling it with his tongue.
His hand cups my other breast, his fingers lightly plucking at the taut point, unleashing jolts of arousal that settle in my belly like molten lava.
And just when I think I can’t stand the pleasure any longer, he switches sides, suctioning my other nipple against his warm lips and leaving the exposed breast to harden against the sudden, sharp cold.
My breaths come in pants as a steady pulse forms between my thighs, my need for Raf building until all I can think about is having him inside me.
But he seems determined to torture me one inch at a time.
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.
“What was that?” 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.
I lose myself in the pleasure as Raf slowly rocks inside me, his movements gentle, minimal—and yet they send shockwaves of bliss rippling through my body like an earthquake.
It feels dangerously intimate, this slow, soft sex, and it awakens a vulnerability inside me I didn’t know was there.
Raf is being so tender, it makes my stomach flutter with fresh nerves—as if this is somehow my first time all over again.
We’re closer to making love than anything I’ve ever experienced before.
And with that realization, I can feel my grip on my emotions slipping away.
“Christ, Aisling,” Raf groans. “You feel fucking incredible.”
I whimper, my walls clenching dangerously around him as I reach the edge of my release.
His muscles coil in response, his body tensing, and he thrusts forward with fresh intensity—as if he can’t hold back any longer.
“Come for me, dolce. Come for me now unless you want me to lose myself inside you,” he growls.
The threat should terrify me. But instead, it lights an inferno deep in my core. I shouldn’t want that—not when this is supposed to be temporary, when we aren’t even supposed to have crossed this line.
But the thought of feeling him come with me, of having him pour his seed inside my depths, is treacherously enticing.
And it launches me into oblivion.
Sobbing his name, I come hard.
So hard that, for a moment, I think I might just forget my name.
Every nerve in my body lights up, and tingling bliss crackles out to my extremities, making my toes curl as my fingers go numb.
I throb around his cock, gripping him, milking him so ardently, it’s a wonder that he can still move inside me. But he does, giving three hard, erratic thrusts, his grunts animalistic—tortured. Then he rips out of me, hot cum painting my thighs as he loses himself a second later.
We’re breathing heavily, Raf’s chest heaving in time with mine as his gaze lifts to find my eyes.
Delicious warmth spreads through me at the yearning I see in his hazel depths. The same tortured need I feel. He wanted to come inside me too.
Spent, he settles on top of me once more, allowing his slick seed to smear across our skin as he leans in to kiss me deeply, claiming my lips all over again.
“Christ, Aisling. You’re going to be the death of me,” he rasps.
I hum playfully. “Well, that was the plan,” I tease. But the thought of a world without Raf in it is starting to sound distinctly unappealing.
With a chuckle, he steals one last kiss, then rolls across the bed, bringing me with him so he can steer us toward the shower. We take our time, sharing the water’s warmth as we let it sluice over us, washing away the sex.
And all the while, Raf’s fingers trail over my bare flesh, his lips pressing soft kisses along the curve of my neck, his large, powerful body crowding me in the most delicious way.
“What do you think about inviting Riley over again?” he suggests lightly. “Maybe for a more extended period this time? We can take her to preschool and pick her up if that would be better.”
The offer unleashes bubbles of excitement in my belly, and I whirl to face Raf, my fingers lacing around the back of his neck as I beam up at him. “Really? That sounds wonderful. You mean it?”
Raf chuckles, his fingertips pressing into my skin reassuringly as he grips my hips. “As long as your parents are amenable.”
I squeal, unable to contain my excitement, and I’m hopping out of the shower in an instant to race toward the bedroom. “I’ll call them right now,” I gasp.
By the time Raf rejoins me in our room, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind as he folds a towel around me, I’m giddy with excitement.
“They can stop by later today to drop her off,” I say, tilting my head to kiss him over my shoulder.