43. Rafe
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RAFE
She should have said no. She should have told me she didn’t want me.
Even if it was a lie.
Because now that I had her lips under mine, her fingers in my hair, I would never be able to let her go.
Never.
She tasted like vanilla and honey and I took her head in my hands and drank as deeply from her as I could, my tongue exploring every hidden corner of her mouth.
And here — now — she was no wallflower. She met every sweep of my tongue with one of her own, pressed the soft curves of her body into mine until I thought my cock might explode from wanting her.
I broke away long enough to tug on her full lower lip with my teeth, then smashed my mouth into hers again like a man who’d been without water finally drinking from a clear deep well in the middle of the desert.
I traced her cheekbones with my thumbs, traced the curve of her slender neck, lingered over the pulse throbbing at the base of her throat.
Lilah’s heart wasn’t broken. It was perfect, like the rest of her.
I didn’t have a stethoscope like Nolan, but I wanted to stay there forever, feeling the pulse of her life under my thumb, knowing her heart was beating, hoping that maybe it was beating for me.
I angled my head to take the kiss deeper and she smoothed her hands over my shoulders, trailing them over my chest, down my stomach.
I wasn’t even surprised when she reached for the button on my jeans. Lilah had tried to hide once, but she wasn’t hiding now, and I was fucking here for it. I groaned when her hand brushed against my cock over my jeans, then broke our kiss to tug at the elastic holding her hair back in a ponytail.
It fell around her shoulders like gossamer strands of silk and I reached for her sports bra to pull it over her head, half expecting her to stop me.
She didn’t.
She lifted her arms, still clutching her knife, and let me pull the sports bra over her head. I tossed it aside, then kneeled at her feet to tug off her leggings, taking her underwear with them.
I looked up at her, fully naked and standing over me like an ancient warrior goddess, her knife still in her hand. Freed of its ponytail, her hair was long enough to tease her nipples, pink and hard, begging for my mouth.
My teeth.
Her eyes were glassy, her lips parted to reveal the gap between her front teeth, her tits rising and falling with each shallow breath.
Her waist was narrow compared to the pillowy fullness of her hips, the solid strength of her thighs.
Lilah wasn’t small, and I fucking loved it. Had always loved it. She’d tried to make herself small but even her body had rebelled. She wasn’t meant to shrink into the background, had never been meant for that.
She had presence , something those fuckers in high school had been too fucking stupid to see. It had just taken Lilah a while to realize it.
To own it.
But she owned it now, staring down at me with a mixture of angry lust I understood all too well.
I stood, and she reached for the button on my jeans.
I grabbed her wrist and stared into her eyes. “You can say no at any time, Lilah. But I’m not Jude. I’m not Nolan. I’m not going to ask before I lick your pussy, before I fuck you until you scream. I take. That’s what I do. So if you want to stop, it’s on you to say so. Do you understand?”
I thought she might say no then. Decide it was too much. Too risky.
Fuck, I half wanted her to say no, because I knew that once I really had a taste of her I would be ruined for anyone else.
She tossed the knife aside and unzipped my jeans, then closed her palm around the shaft of my throbbing cock. “I won’t want to stop.”
I closed my eyes, the ecstasy of finally feeling her hand on my dick almost too much to bear, and lowered my mouth to hers. I kissed her slowly this time, savoring the wet slide of her tongue on mine, the slow stroke of her hand on my dick. The head of my cock bumped against her bare stomach and it took every bit of discipline I had — which was a lot — not to drive into her then and there.
I’d waited five years for this moment. Five years of dreaming about her naked body, imagining what it would be like to finally taste her, to finally be inside her.
I wasn’t about to rush it.
She gasped when I broke the kiss and I touched my lips to the corners of her luscious mouth, then flicked my tongue out to lick the gap between her teeth before tugging on her lip with my teeth.
I wanted to eat her whole.
I bent my neck to pull one of her nipples into my mouth and she sighed and leaned her head back against the mirrored wall behind us.
Her tits were so full, so heavy, the perfect buds of her nipples hard under my tongue. I nipped at the one in my mouth and heard her let out a little yelp.
I lifted my head. “Tell me to stop.”
She slid her hands into my hair and pulled me back to her tit. “Don’t you dare.”
I nipped at it again, then slid my hands down her soft stomach and over her mound, covered with fair, silky hair. I groaned against her nipple, still in my mouth, when I ran my fingers through the folds of her pussy.
She was fucking soaked.
I lifted my head. “You’re a dirty girl, Lilah. A perfect dirty girl. I always knew you would be.”
She stroked my cock, rubbed her finger on the tip, then lifted it to her mouth to lick off my pre-come.
“Fuuuuck…” I dropped to my knees, a supplicant at her feet, more than willing to worship at the altar of her body.
I tapped at the inside of her knees and she widened her stance, giving me a perfect view of her wet pussy.
“That’s my good girl.” I leaned in, ran my tongue through the petals of her sex and felt my dick pulse in her hand, just the taste of her enough to make me want to come.
“You’re fucking delicious, Lilah.”
She moaned when I slid three of my fingers inside her, then gasped when I closed my mouth on the hard bud of her clit.
I sucked hard and her hands tightened in my hair. The sting of it made me harder, and I buried my face in her pussy, driving my fingers inside her, loving the way she rocked her hips against my face, reaching for the orgasm I felt building in the coiled tension of her body.
I wanted to own her. To occupy her.
I added a fourth finger and pushed inside her, then my thumb, until most of my hand was inside her. She cried out.
But she didn’t tell me to stop.
And I knew she didn’t want me to stop, knew by the way her pussy got wetter, the way she started grinding on my face, her breath coming in short little gasps as she came closer to coming.
“Fuck…” she moaned. “Fuck…”
I lapped at her clit, covering it with my tongue, sucking it back into my mouth, lapping again, all while I shoved my hand inside her pussy, taking possession of her, making her mine.
Finally.
I pressed against her G-spot and she came apart under my mouth, crying out into the room, thrashing under my mouth, a string of dirty words — commands — falling from her mouth.
She ordered me not to stop. Told me to eat her pussy. Told me to keep licking her.
She told me to drink up her come and I was more than happy to oblige, brought to the brink of coming by my years long fantasies about her and the dirty talk falling from her sweet lips.
I didn’t stop until she went limp against the mirrors, her gasps filling the room.
She flattened her hands against the mirrored wall, bracing her body, like she was afraid she might not be able to stay on her feet.
I rose in front of her and kicked off my jeans, and her eyes flickered open, her gaze roaming my body, lingering on my rock-hard cock.
“Do you need anything?” I asked. “Meds?”
I didn’t know how her heart condition worked like Nolan. Her heart was his specialty.
But her body was going to be mine.
She shook her head and I grabbed her wrists and lifted her arms over her head, let my gaze drop to her tits, jutting as her back arched. I lowered my head to her mouth, kissed her long and slow, let her taste her pussy on my tongue.
Then I grabbed her hips and spun her around to face the mirror.
She planted her hands on the glass and met my eyes in the mirror as I slid my cock between her luscious thighs.
I could hardly see straight for the hunger in my veins. It was all-consuming, a five-alarm fire coursing through my body, obliterating all coherent thought, obliterating everything but the need to be inside her.
To finally be part of her.
She pressed back against me, her eyes wild in the mirror. We were just animals now, driven by nothing but the instinct to fuck.
I drove into her hard and fast.