Chapter 31 The Grand Gesture #2
“How long have you been dripping like this for me?” His tongue snakes out, and he licks me from my entrance to my clit.
He repeats this motion again and again until I’m moaning loudly and tugging on his hair.
He focuses on my clit, sucking it hard between his lips until my legs shake.
“Since you asked me to fuck you in my car that first night?”
“M-much earlier than that.”
He hums against me, my hips bucking involuntarily as I try to hold on to the last shreds of control.
“Oh God, Gray,” I moan, my voice breathless and shaky.
It’s like explosives are going off everywhere—my brain, my body, my mind.
My world shatters in a burst of white-hot pleasure, my body trembling as I pull on his hair greedily, keeping him where I want him.
He doesn’t stop until I’m writhing beneath him, and when my muscles finally relax, he pulls away, his hands soothing as they slide up my body.
He kisses his way back up, his lips brushing against my stomach, then my chest, before finally capturing my lips in a heated kiss. “You like the way you taste?” he says against my lips. “I don’t want to go a single day without you coming on my tongue.”
I pull him closer as I kiss him back with everything I have. “How about I come around your cock now?”
My hips shift restlessly beneath him, seeking friction, and his smirk fades as he grunts.
“Not yet,” he says as his hand finds my wrists, pinning them gently above my head. He holds them with one hand, then leans to the right, probably fetching a condom.
He’s on me a moment later, his lips coaxing mine apart and his tongue exploring my mouth with deliberate, languid strokes. It feels like heaven. Like the laziest, most decadent pleasure. Like he’s pouring feelings straight from his chest to mine.
When I feel something cool and smooth glide across my stomach, my eyes open. He kisses me, keeping me from seeing what the hell that unfamiliar object is. It traces lazy patterns on my skin, sliding lower and lower until it reaches the sensitive area between my thighs.
My breath catches in anticipation as I think I recognize what it is, and a powerful vibration erupts against my already swollen clit, making me moan into his mouth.
The vibrator slides slightly, slick with my arousal, creating an obscene wet sound that echoes in the room.
It’s overwhelming, bordering on too much after my recent orgasm.
My legs clamp down around Rafael instinctively, trying to close and shield me from the onslaught of sensation, but he keeps me spread open, his strong thighs preventing me from escaping until he finally withdraws enough to let me breathe.
“Rafael!” I cry out, raw and desperate. “Oh God, please!”
He doesn’t let up, keeping the vibrator pressed firmly against my sensitive flesh. His eyes are dark as he watches me squirm, drinking in every gasp and moan.
“Please what, Freckles?” he murmurs. “Please stop? Or please continue?”
I can’t form coherent words, my mind clouded by the intense pleasure coursing through me. My body jerks uncontrollably as I hover on the edge of another orgasm.
“I… I can’t…” I gasp. It hurts and at the same time feels better than anything I’ve ever experienced, my eyes nearly crossing.
He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear. “You wanted your vibrator back, didn’t you?”
My body lifts off the bed, every muscle taut as waves of pleasure crash over me. I cry out, an orgasm ripping through me until I’m breathless and sparks blind me.
Just when I think I’m about to faint, he switches off the vibrator and tosses it aside. He releases my wrists, and his lips find mine in a searing kiss.
Immediately, I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close as our bodies meld together.
“You’re incredible,” he says, his words muffled by the ringing in my ears. “So beautiful when you come undone for me.”
I can’t say a word, moans still ripping out of my mouth. I can feel him shifting, hear noises I can’t decipher, then his chuckle, rumbling through his chest and into mine.
“Tell me you still want it, Scarlett.”
I dig my fingers into his back. “Hmm.”
“Ten for enthusiasm, but I need you to say it.”
Forcing my eyes open, I meet his gaze. He’s tense, his eyes darker than black, his hair messy after all my pulling. My finger traces the damp skin of his cheek, then his jaw. “Yes.” I sound drunk, and I feel it, too. Weightless. Euphoric. “I would very much still like your c—”
He thrusts into me with a force I’m not prepared for, my mouth opening in a soundless scream as I adjust to the way he stretches me.
“Ooh… fuck.” His jaw clenches, his eyes closing for a long moment as I clamp around him. “You’re, hmm… so tight,” he mumbles. “Tight and, shit, so wet, Scarlett.”
He pulls back quickly, and his hips snap against mine, setting a relentless pace.
Holy crap, this man might just break me. Actually, I might just ask him to break me. Moan after moan, I cling to him desperately, my nails raking down his back as I try to hold on to him.
“Scarlett.” He whimpers, face falling against my neck. The sound sends a thrill through me, and I tighten around him deliberately, savoring the way his breath hitches in response.
“Only for you,” I gasp out.
“Fuck yeah.” He hisses through his teeth. “Say it’s my pussy.”
“It’s”—thrust—“your”—thrust—“pussy!” I cry out.
“Christ.” His pace becomes more frantic as he sinks inside me deeper and harder. I feel the tension building in his shoulders, his balls slapping against my ass, his cock parting me again and again, hitting the spot that makes my eyes roll.
“I can’t take this—I need to pull out,” he says under his breath, and it sounds like he’s telling himself more than me.
His expression is strained, a mixture of focused concentration and unrestrained pleasure.
His eyes, usually so controlled and steady, are now wild and dark, locked onto mine as my heart races even faster.
I’d die to feel him release inside me.
Can I ask? Should I?
“Take the condom off,” I blurt out. “P-please?”
His rhythm falters as he meets my gaze. “Freckles, are you sure? We don’t need to—”
“I… well, I haven’t been tested in a while, but I’m good.”
He hesitates. “I get tested regularly.”
Gently, I push him back until his cock slips out, then remove the condom over his shaft. His eyes roll back, and the second my hand abandons him, he drives inside me hard. His movements become erratic as a low, primal rumble resonates through his chest.
“You want my load, Scarlett?” His face contorts in a grimace. “You want me to fill up this tight cunt?”
“Yes,” I manage, another orgasm building fast deep in my belly. “Fill me up, Gray.”
“Every single drop. Fuck, fuck, fuck—” His brows furrow, and his mouth opens in a silent scream as he finally reaches his climax. His body tenses, his muscles contracting as he drives into me hard with a shuddering push until he’s buried inside me.
He moans, loud, and the sensation of him pulsing inside me is enough to trigger my release, another orgasm washing over me violently.
“Fuck.” His body shivers, his grip on my hip tightening until it hurts as his movements become slower, more deliberate, and he rides out the waves of his orgasm. He leans forward, his breath hot and uneven against my skin and his forehead resting lightly against mine. “Fuck.”
I chuckle as he slowly pulls out, cum gushing out of me and dripping down my ass, hot and dense. “You said that already.”
“Trust me,” he says, his words slurred, before he kisses me. “You’re not ready to hear what I want to say.”
“What’s that?”
He meets my gaze, and even though he doesn’t utter a word, my skin prickles all over, my heart in overdrive.
When I look away, he chuckles. “That’s okay.” He presses a kiss to the spot beneath my ear. “When I finally say it, you’ll never want me to stop.”