Chapter 31 Aurora #2
The primal groan that vibrates from his mouth as he sucks my clit is almost enough to make me come on the spot.
But I don’t want to. Not yet. I want to witness the grown, suited man, kneeling at my feet and worshipping me a little longer.
Until the image is burnt into my memory – because, damn, what a hot sight it is.
Rafael groans and hisses, eating me out like a starving man who’s been handed a life-saving meal. His tongue traces the lips of my pussy, dipping inside and sucking up my slick arousal with each pass of his mouth.
I try to hold back, but the moment he slides two fingers inside me and circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, my core tightens.
Fingers corkscrewing his hair, I grind my pussy down on to his face.
‘Yeah . . . just like that,’ I whine.
He eats me out faster. Harder.
Fingers me deeper.
‘Rafael!’ I come on his face with a sharp cry as I struggle to remain standing.
He drinks it up. Groaning and sucking up every wave and pulse of my orgasm. His fingers curl inside me, drawing it out for as long as he can, until I tug his hair and try to extract my sensitive clit from his mouth.
‘Enough,’ I whimper. ‘I want you inside me.’
I’m feral as I yank him to his feet by his hair and smash my lips to his. I can taste myself all over him as he kisses me back with an urgency I feel in my bones. It makes the need to have him inside me overrule everything else.
‘On the bed.’ I push him in his chest, and he drops back on to it. Then I kneel beside him, tear his belt open, and pull his trousers and boxers down.
His glorious, thick cock springs free, jutting up from his body like an invitation.
Dropping my mouth to it, I suck up the glittering pearls of precum seeping from the slit.
‘Jesus, Aurora,’ he groans, palming the back of my head and pushing me down until my throat fills with him.
I pull back, despite how much I’d love to suck him off right now. I’m supposed to be mad at him. I am still mad at him.
Hooking my fingers beneath the edges of my panties, I slide them down my legs and take them off. Rafael’s eyes widen as he gets a flash of my bare pussy.
‘That’s it. Come here,’ he growls.
He reaches for me, but I place my palm on his chest and push him back down as I straddle him.
‘Let’s get one thing straight. I’ve not forgiven you for acting like such a caveman yet.’
‘I’ll crawl everywhere until you do,’ he groans, reaching for me again.
I slap his hands away. ‘I’m here because I want to be. Because I don’t want to fight any more.’
‘Me neither, I—’
His words are cut off as I bring my balled-up, soaked panties to his face and press them to his lips.
His lids hood and he lets out a groan, opening his mouth and accepting them as I push them past his teeth.
I smile at him sweetly. ‘I’m not ready to talk to you again yet. I just want your dick.’
His chest heaves with laboured breaths as he watches every move I make, his arousal seeping from his pores like an aroma.
‘You’ve got such a nice one. So big and hard,’ I muse, holding the base of it and tilting my head as I take my time admiring it, teasing him.
He groans beneath me, his eyes rolling as I slide my hand up and down it slowly.
‘I’m going to use it however I want. And you’re going to be a good boy and watch.’
I’m pretty sure the tortured rumble in his chest would be accompanied by a curse word if he didn’t have my soaked panties stuffed inside his mouth right now.
His eyes glitter like embers from a fire as I rise up and position the smooth, fat head against my entrance.
I hover, gazing down at him.
‘Do you want me to put it inside me?’
‘Uuuurrrr . . .’
‘You don’t. Okay, then.’ I pretend I’m about to move away, and Rafael arches off the bed, then throws his body back down again in frustration, screaming around my panties.
I bite back my smile and take hold of his cock again. The tip smears wetness all over my wrist as I slide my hand up and down his shaft.
‘Oh . . . you do?’ I pout innocently. ‘You do want me to put your cock inside my pussy?’
He lets out a whine, his eyes burning with desperate need.
The power thrumming through my body as I lower myself on to him, filling myself with inch after perfect, solid inch of his cock is like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
His gaze melts and he looks at me like he’s in awe.
‘Feels so good,’ I moan, rotating my hips to help me take him.
Once he’s all the way inside me, I tilt my head towards the ceiling with a happy sigh as Rafael groans, his cock twitching.
‘You better not come,’ I warn. ‘Not until I say you can.’
Dropping both hands on to his thighs behind me, I arch my back and ride him. I work my hips at the pace I want, using him as my personal fuck toy. His balls brush my arse, and I whimper with each bounce on top of him.
His deep, husky groans fill the room. His hands are balled into fists, resting on top of my thighs, his knuckles white with the effort of holding back.
‘Do you want to touch my breasts?’ I moan, slowing to take him deeper.
‘Mh-mh!’ He grunts, his eyes pleading with me as the soft fabric of my panties bloom from his mouth like a flower.
I hold his gaze as I pull my top over my head, then unhook my bra.
The groan that clogs in his throat as my breasts fall free makes me clamp down hard on to his dick.
His hands are on me like a shot, cupping and kneading my tits like it’s the first time he’s felt them. He pinches my nipples, and I cry out and ripple around him.
It would almost be worth pulling my panties from his mouth so I can feel his hot tongue flicking over them. But I really want to watch him come undone whilst all he can taste is my cum-soaked underwear filling his mouth.
If he wants to call me ‘his’ and treat me like he can control me, then we can both play that game.
I increase my pace, spurred on by his feral grunts as he fills his palms with my tits like he can’t let them go.
Something about fucking him topless with my skirt hitched up around my waist, whilst he’s fully suited and wearing a goddamn waistcoat, is so filthy.
Like I’m his dirty girl, made to ride his cock and get filled with his cum.
I bite down on my lower lip as a rush of fluid coats his cock, making it slide deeper. I sink back on to it. Rafael groans like he’s in physical pain and pinches my nipples as he thrusts up into me.
‘Aww, is it getting hard to hold back?’ I tease, pushing my tits further into his palms. ‘How about if I tell you I’m about to come all over your cock?’
His eyes pin on mine with an intensity that steals my breath. Every tendon in his neck is exposed, tight and taut as I ride him. His chest heaves with rough breaths and he stares into my eyes, begging me to do it.
I fire my hips faster, chasing my own pleasure. Using his cock to get myself off.
My orgasm builds with the intensity of a nuclear explosion, before detonating spectacularly. I fall forward, catching myself with my palms flat on Rafael’s chest as wave after wave rips through me, blurring my vision and muffling my hearing.
‘Fuck!’ I whine. ‘Rafael, oh . . . oh . . . fuck . . .’
I sink up and down, riding my release out in a tangle of overstimulated nerves that make it stretch on forever.
His hands dig into my hips, and his cock thickens inside me.
‘You can come,’ I pant. ‘Fuck, you can come. Fill me . . .’
I moan as my orgasm spills into another.
I barely register the deep, guttural groan from Rafael as he comes inside me. I just keep riding out the high as warm, wet heat spills inside my pussy, making it so full that some runs out and snakes down my inner thighs.
‘Oh my God,’ I mewl, focusing on his face as my movements slow, working out every last drop from him.
He gazes up at me with a tenderness that has me pulling my panties from his mouth and slanting my lips over his in a rush.
‘Rafael,’ I whimper.
I kiss him desperately, grabbing his face in my hands. ‘Don’t ever be an arsehole like that again, okay? Don’t make me fight with you.’ I stumble over my words as I kiss him through them.
‘I’m sorry.’ He sinks his hands into my hair, holding me close. ‘I’m so bloody sorry. Forgive me.’
I dive into another kiss, unable to tear my lips away from this man’s kisses.
‘I will . . . this time.’ I smile against his mouth.
‘I never want to fight with you again.’ He cups my face, kissing me like a man who’s been handed a second chance at life. ‘But any time you want to stuff your panties down my throat, please, be my guest.’
I can’t help it; I giggle. ‘You liked that, did you?’
His answer is a groan as his grip tightens and he kisses me like he’s sharing his soul with me.
Pulling away for air, I sit up, loving the way he feels nestled inside me, all thick and hot and semi-hard like he’s already hoping for round two.
‘I really like the waistcoat,’ I say.
‘Yeah?’ he rumbles, gazing up at me. ‘Will it get me fucked more if I wear one every day?’
I shrug, my lips curling up. ‘Maybe.’
My eyes fall to the neck of his shirt, and I slowly undo the first three buttons, revealing short dark chest hair beneath. There, concealed beneath it, is the scar. I didn’t feel like I had the right to ask before.
But now . . .
‘What happened to y—?’
Rafael catches my wrist gently before I can trace the scar with the pad of my finger. He brings my hand to his mouth and presses the softest of kisses to my inner wrist, over my fluttering pulse.
‘Another time, okay? I don’t want to taint this moment with anything other than joy and relief that you didn’t leave me.’
My throat thickens at the glassiness in his eyes as they plead with me again, but for completely different reasons this time.
‘Okay,’ I whisper.
‘Okay,’ he repeats softly.
The scar disappears as he adjusts his shirt and sits up.
Wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me into a kiss that makes me forget why I was ever mad with him in the first place.