16. Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
L ook at me . Sky’s heart raced as Rafael’s searing gaze branded her body. The desperate need in his eyes drove her crazy. Touch me .
As if reading her mind, he said, “I think you need help drying off, Mrs. Farias.”
“Do I?” She gingerly stepped out of the tub with his help, and he carefully dabbed at her wet skin with the towel. She trembled as he moved so excruciatingly slow, mapping out her body with the luxurious, fluffy cotton. He made sure to dry every single inch of her, and she gulped when his hand moved between her legs where she wanted to feel his touch the most.
The towel was soon forgotten, and Rafael wound his arms around her waist. He hauled her close, letting one hand cup her bare bottom while the other tangled in the messy strands of her loose bun. He lowered his face toward hers, teasing their mouths together before finally kissing her.
Whimpering, she clutched his shirt and arm and invited him to deepen their kiss. He tasted of coffee and brown sugar, and the woodsy scent of his cologne left her dizzy. She needed more of him—his taste, his scent, his body heat—and he was only too willing to give it.
“Let me take you to bed,” he begged between feverish kisses. “Let me make love to you.”
“Yes,” she agreed happily. “Please, Rafael. I need you.”
He groaned and picked her right up, coaxing her thighs around his waist and supporting her weight with his strong hands. The thrill of being manhandled made her core throb, and she peppered his handsome face with kisses. He made quick work of carrying her out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, where he deposited her on the bed.
She leaned back on her elbows, her full body exposed to her husband, and watched him undress. She breathed hard as she greedily eyed every bit of skin he revealed. She had caught glimpses of him here and there since getting married. Sharing a house and caregiving duties for Jasper meant they were often in close quarters.
But this? Seeing all of him? She practically vibrated with excitement and desire.
When he stepped out of his black boxer briefs, she nearly passed out. Of course, she’d already had her hands on his cock, but the garden had been so dark. She hadn’t gotten to actually look at it or really spend much time touching it. Now, in the light of day, she gulped at the sight of what he had to offer.
Craving him, she sat up and grasped at his hip. Her possessive move drew a shocked laugh from Rafa, but he happily walked closer, not stopping until his knees were touching the bed. She stroked his thick, hard shaft, starting at the base and working her way to the blunt head. He groaned as if in pain, and she stroked him a little tighter but still just as slow.
“Sky,” he pleaded. “You don’t have to—.”
She leaned forward and flicked her tongue along the crown of his cock, shutting him right up. He groaned again, and she smiled before sucking him between her lips. He filled her mouth, and she lazily bobbed up and down, enjoying the heavy weight of his penis against her tongue. He tasted so damn good, and the appreciative sounds me made sent little shocks of joy straight to her clit.
“Sky. Baby.” He panted and gently curled his fingers in her hair. He didn’t try to force her head down or painfully tug on her hair. His touch was tender and loving, and it made her want to do wild things that would make him lose control.
But he had other plans.
“Enough,” Rafael said before suddenly pulling free from her mouth. “It’s my turn to enjoy you.”
She wasn’t about to argue, and when he dropped to his knees at the side of the bed, she giddily fell back and closed her eyes. She wanted to feel . She wanted to anticipate his next move, his next touch.
Rafael caressed her naked legs, dragging his fingertips along her calves and thighs in the most deliciously ticklish way. He kissed the same trail as his fingers, moving from the right leg to the left. His lips left a line of fiery sensations in their wake, and she arched her back off the bed as he drew closer and closer to where she ached so deeply.
He gripped her inner thighs and shoved them wider apart. Her breath hitched, and she gasped when he nuzzled his face against her sex. She had dreamed of this, fantasized about it on lonely nights in far-flung places across the world. She had imagined how he would feast on her and bring her to heights of ecstasy.
He was slow about it, dragging his fingers along her labia and parting her ever so gently. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
Her head spun, and she clutched at the duvet beneath her naked body. Rafa’s tongue slipped through her folds, and she cried out with sheer joy. It was the most incredible sensation. “Please don’t stop.”
“You’ll have to tear me away from this pussy,” he groaned before diving in and making her see stars. His tongue fluttered and flicked as he lavished her clit with attention. She panted and reached for his head, scratching her nails along his scalp as he did wicked, dirty things.
She wanted to draw it out, to make it last, but her body was so electrified that every single lick drove her closer and closer to the edge. Her thighs trembled, and her toes dug into the mattress. He kept her thighs shoved wide open, his fingers marking her soft skin as his lips and tongue danced over her clit.
“Rafa!” Tension twisted low in her belly. Her breaths came faster and faster. Those first shuddery explosions of ecstasy teased her. He groaned against her, and the vibrations, coupled with his tongue, sent her flying right over the edge. She cried out, her body undulating wildly as Rafael—her husband—gave her the best orgasm of her life.
But he wasn’t done.
No, he seemed to have something to prove.
He abandoned her pulsing clit for a moment and let his tongue drift lower. She covered her mouth to stifle a squeal as his tongue thrust into her. His skilled fingers soon slipped into place, and his tongue returned to her clit. This time, he was slower, softer. He lapped as if he had all the time in the world and never wanted to get off his knees. He wanted to worship her, and she was going to let him.
This climax came gently, building and building until a perfectly timed stroke of his fingers inside her matched the tight suckle of his mouth and destroyed her. She came hard, unable to speak, unable to make a sound. Wracked with spasms of ecstasy, she clawed at his shoulders, desperately wanting him to stop but keep going in the most maddening way.
Sagging against the bed, she panted and gazed at the vaulted ceiling beams. Limp and boneless, she tried to catch her breath as Rafael caressed and kissed his way up her body. He wandered from her belly button to her breasts and finally found her mouth again. The intimacy of that kiss brought a sting of tears to her eyes.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his brow furrowed with concern.
“I’m so good,” she assured him. “It’s just a lot.”
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured and swept his hand along her bare stomach. “I would keep you in bed for a month if I could.”
“I’d stay there with you if we could.” She imagined a honeymoon somewhere private and warm, a place where they could frolic in the ocean and make love.
“When things settle down, we’ll finally get our honeymoon.”
It was a promise she intended to hold him to, but right now, she was more interested in holding something else.
“Sky,” he moaned her name as she grasped his cock. The steely heat of him filled her hand as she moved her palm up and down his length. “I want to be inside you again.” He touched his forehead to hers. “I’ve never stopped thinking about the garden. I’ve regretted walking away from you every day of my life since.”
She hated that he carried so much guilt over it. “Rafael, we were both different people then. I was so young, and honestly, it was a good thing I ran.” At his startled expression, she explained, “I mean, it wasn’t good that I missed so much time with my family, but it was good for me as a person. I discovered myself out there. I proved I could do anything. I could survive. I could make it in the world all on my own.”
“I don’t want you to live that way.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “You shouldn’t have to fend for yourself. I want to take care of you. I want to love you and build a family with you.”
She smiled warmly. “I want you to take care of me. I like it. I like being a part of a family. I love being your wife and knowing you’ll do anything to keep me safe.”
“I will, Sky.” He kissed her with such tenderness. “ Mi amor .” His kiss was more passionate this time. “Anything I have is yours.”
“I just want your heart, Rafa.” She stroked his handsome face. “I want your love.”
“It’s yours. All of it,” he promised and sealed that vow with a kiss.
She wound her arms around his broad shoulders and wrapped her thighs around his waist. He hefted her up the bed, his muscles flexing beneath her hands, and moved her into a better position. She happily welcomed him between her legs, hitching them up a little higher as he lined up to enter her body. He took his time, nudging in only a little bit and gathering up the slick heat waiting there.
When he finally thrust deep, she dropped her head back against the bed, exposing her vulnerable neck to his greedy lips. He nipped at her sensitive throat, causing goosebumps to break out on her skin. She giggled and then groaned as his thrusts grew faster and harder. He felt so good inside her. Filling. Stretching. Hitting that spot that made her cry out and want more and more and more.
I’m going to get addicted to this.
I’m going to want it and crave it and need it.
But something told her that wouldn’t be a problem. Rafa would be only too happy to provide that fix as often as he wanted.
He threaded his fingers through her hair, tilting her head back again and claiming her mouth in a punishing kiss. Her lips were swollen and hot, and she couldn’t get enough of his tongue dancing with hers. She lifted her hips, meeting his thrusts and rocking her body against his. There wasn’t enough friction to get her there, but she didn’t mind. There would be time to work out those kinks later.
“Rafael.” She whispered his name and nipped at his full lower lip. “I love you.”
“Sky.” He gripped the duvet next to her head and pounded into her. His hips snapped, and he breathed deeper and faster as he chased his own release. Their gazes held, and his eyes were so dark they were nearly black. “Sky. Sky. Sky .”
She clutched his shoulders, letting her nails sink into the soft flesh there, and rose up to meet his shuddering kisses as he spilled his seed deep inside. She kept kissing him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, tenderly doting on this man she loved so very much.
Draped across him a short while later, she marveled at how natural this all felt. There was no awkwardness, no nervousness. She was naked and sweaty, and her hair was a tangled mess, but she felt more comfortable and relaxed in his arms than she ever had.
“I know our marriage didn’t start the way we would have wanted, but I hope you know that I would choose you every single time, no matter the circumstances.” Rafael swept loose strands of hair from her face and nuzzled his nose to hers. He kissed her so lovingly that her heart almost couldn’t take it. “I love you, Sky.”
“I love you,” she whispered before snuggling in tight and letting herself melt into his strong embrace.
My man.
Mine.
All mine .