Chapter 24Rafe
Chapter 24
Rafe
I looked down and searched those gorgeous green eyes that I swore had been glazed over with satisfaction a moment ago. Like in my imagination, or my dreams.
Did Rose somehow think I had not been just as satisfied when she’d come all over my fingers and face?
Sure, I needed to go take care of myself, and I’d do it in the shower in a few minutes. But first, I needed to nip this line of thinking right in the bud.
So I shook my head and said, “No. No, I’m good. This time was about you. Making you feel good. I’ll have my turn the next time—and there will be a next time. Now let me…” and I trailed off.
I was going to say, “Let me get a warm washcloth to clean you up.” But Rose was shaking her finger back and forth in front of my face.
“Not so fast, Rafe. You may want to wait until another time. But what about me? What if I don’t want to wait? You know I’m impatient. What if I don’t want to wait to make you feel good?”
I opened my mouth and closed it again. I had nothing.
Of course, in the time it took for me to figure that out, Rose grabbed my arm and forcibly swung me around to topple me onto my back. Yes, I could’ve resisted—twice her size, combat training and all that—but why?
She climbed off the bed for a quick minute to lose both her bra and her panties. She was back up in no time and straddling my thighs—still wearing those fucking heels. I thought she was going to wrap those plush lips around my cock—and believe me, that would have made me feel real good. I was close to erupting at that point, despite my earlier claims I could wait. Especially since I had a front-row view of her beautiful, tear-shaped breasts. But Rose was full of surprises.
Instead, she leaned over me to rub both palms up my chest and down over my biceps and forearms—again and again. Her tight tips brushed all the way up my groin to my chest each time. Her tongue popped out to lap at my nipples and my neck on the way by.
I may have groaned once or twice.
She leaned back and yanked my jeans further down my hips. She rebalanced on her knees and swayed way over to grab a foil packet from her nightstand. In one swift motion, she brought it to her mouth and ripped the top off with her teeth.
Fuck. My woman was prepared. I’d stuffed a few of those in my jeans pocket when I took the dogs back to my apartment—I’d even made a special trip outside the neighborhood to buy new ones today. Suddenly, I’d gotten an attack of the “shys”—fucking new for me. Didn’t want to seem overly confident we’d go all the way tonight.
Nothing shy about Rose.
She pulled out the condom and used one hand to stroke, stroke, stroke my arousal upward. I swallowed hard when she swooped in to lick a drop of precum off the tip. She pinched the end of the condom, snugged it into place and carefully smoothed it all the way down. After smiling and muttering, “I guessed right,” she rose on her knees above me.
By this time, I was the one grabbing the sheets on either side of me—rather than going with my first urge—grabbing her hips and driving her down swift and hard. Rose needed to be the one in charge, the one setting the pace. And she needed to come again before it was my turn.
Regardless of what she thought was fair play.
Rose steadied herself with one hand on my abs and notched me in place. She lowered herself, one tormenting inch at a time, until she was fully seated. She whimpered at that point, and I groaned in response.
We rested together like that for a minute or ten while she adjusted to me, and I absorbed everything that was hot and tight and wet about her.
I found my words.
“Rose. Babe. I could stay like this forever. But so-help-me-god, if you don’t start movin’ soon, I’m gonna take matters into my own hands.”
At that, Rose opened her eyes and speared me with their green power.
“I got this, sweetheart,” she declared. She braced her hands on my hips and rose on her knees, releasing me almost the entire way. I started to protest, and she ground back down, fast and hard.
She did that again and again, and the friction was fucking incredible. I shut it and went along for the ride, although I couldn’t resist reaching up to palm her breasts. My grunts mixed with her moans. Her breathing went ragged. I knew she was there when she shouted, “Rafe!” and came down hard to stay as she throbbed around me.
I was thinking my turn now . Or maybe I wasn’t thinking at all. Maybe I just lost my mind.
I reared up, still deep in Rose, and wrapped my arms around her shoulders and hips. I rolled us over so I was on the top and she was on the bottom. She cried out, and I covered her mouth with my own, twisting her tongue with mine.
She shuddered and kissed me back. Thank fuck—I didn’t want to stop. But I would have.
I couldn’t hold back any longer and started to move, thrusting in, pulling out. Rose squeezed her knees on either side of me and lifted her hips to meet mine, setting a hard-to-break rhythm. We locked eyes and wouldn’t, couldn’t look away. Until, finally, I jammed mine shut when liquid fire surged through me—and I buried myself in her heat.
I finished with a roar and collapsed. For a minute. Then I realized what I’d done.
“Oh, shit. Sorry, sorry. I must be crushing you.”
I started to shift up and pull out…and she tugged me back down.
“Don’t move,” she said. “I’m savoring the moment.”
I stopped and raised an eyebrow.
Rose looked up at me with hazy, hooded eyes, before going on, “Yeah, like a creamy piece of dark chocolate. You know what I mean. Savoring.”
I smiled and sank back into her, resting some of my bulk on her and most of it on my forearms. We stayed that way for a time, a good long time, until I rolled us over on our sides. Still facing each other, still connected. Still home .
Later, much later, after Rose had dozed off, I got out of bed. I soaked a washcloth in warm water and liquid soap for the gentle cleanup and secured the covers around her to keep her warm. After hurrying downstairs to get the dogs from my place, we three together did our nightly perimeter check of the entire house—lights, doors, windows—the usual drill. No alarm system yet, but that was coming. The two trotted into the bedroom, noses held high at all the unfamiliar smells, and settled into Pirate’s bed with no fuss.
I slipped under the covers to gather a sleeping Rose into my arms…and nudged something…spiky…with my feet. She was still wearing the fucking (great) high heels. I debated whether to leave them on but decided to dive down and pull the things off. Figured my feet would keep hers warm…since I always ran hot.
Rose stayed asleep through all this, and I soon followed her.