Chapter 43
Chapter Forty-Three
Can I Get Your Wet Signature
Chiara
We don’t make it to the shower. Instead, Raf throws me on the bed and pins me with a stare so feral I crab-crawl backwards.
He drops onto the mattress and crawls towards me, catching me and lying on top.
I writhe underneath him as he claims my mouth with hungry kisses before taking one nipple in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue over my peaked bud before biting down hard enough to send a zing of electricity through me then continuing the beautiful torture on the other side.
I get my hand between us and curl it around his thickening cock, running my thumb around his crown that’s coated in us and a fresh wave of his pre-cum.
His velvety skin is hot against my palm, his length heavy.
The weight of him sends another wave of arousal surging through me.
I bask in the fact that I’ve only seen him lit up like a volcano for me, the icy reception he saved for others completely incinerated.
He pushes up onto his hands, taking some of his weight off me.
“Use me like your personal toy, sweetheart.” He grits out, his voice rough and gravelly as I tighten my grip around his thick shaft.
I fucking love it when he calls me sweetheart, the tender term of endearment usually at odds with the wicked ways he brings me pleasure.
I do just as he asks, dragging the flared head of his cock through my wetness like he’s my personal toy, circling my clit firmly, making the most potent mix of me and him as our releases swirl together.
I take his length all the way back, push his head against my puckered hole, the pressure a new sensation.
A moan escapes me, and Raf's breathing ratchets up.
His grip on me tightens and as he pushes in a little more, I delight in the slight burning sensation when his head meets the resistance there.
He hisses and bites my neck as he slowly rolls his hips like he’s knocking on the door, hoping it will open for him.
“Has anyone ever taken you here, baby?” he rumbles into my neck.
“Noooo,” I say on a low moan. “Only you the last time with your fingers.” The thought of him pushing through the resistance sends need coursing through me.
“Good. This ass is all for me.” He pants as he continues kissing and caressing every inch of skin he can find as we grind against each other, pleasure ricocheting all through my core as his cock slides through my slickness, bumping my clit and then to my back entrance.
The one I’ve never felt safe enough to let anyone else cross the threshold of—until him.
“I’m going to make popping our cherry so good for the both of us.”
“Whhhaat? Have you never done this with anyone before?” I stammer between the onslaught of sensations and emotions rolling over me in waves.
“No. Everything before you was vanilla. But what I was really craving was something with more spice.” He runs his big hands down my back and cups my ass, kneading my cheeks firmly before pulling them apart.
“Then you blazed your way into my office, my life, and my heart, all fire and spice, and I was a goner.”
He breaks our connection momentarily to get something out of his side drawer.
“Ha! You had a funny way of showing it, Law Daddy,” I say, not able to resist the opportunity to sass him.
“Are we fighting or fucking?” he fires back, popping the lid of what I can now see is lube. He drips a generous amount on his fingers.
“Definitely fucking,” I say, nipping at his lips before he presses his to mine and locks his eyes on my face.
“Let me make this good for us,” he whispers, desire and a depth of care there’s no words for dripping from every syllable. “Do you trust me?”
“With everything I have,” I whisper back.
He drifts his fingers to the spot only he’s touched before and starts stretching me with one finger, then two. Slowly working them in and out, checking in with me the whole time, while I use him to play with myself, keeping me on the edge of coming.
“Here, give me your hand,” he says. I do, and he pours lube into it. “Get me ready. You’re going to feel every inch of me, but I promise I’m going to make it so fucking good, baby.”
I heed his command and coat his rock-hard length in lube, slightly terrified at how that’s going to fit in me, but I take a deep breath and let him maneuver us so my legs are on his shoulders.
On his knees above me, he braces on one hand and uses his other to position his head at my back hole, rocking forward gently and making my breath hitch.
The sting. The stretch. The fine line between pleasure and pain.
He leans over to kiss me slowly and reverently, letting me get used to the feel of him.
“Relax, baby. We’ll go slow,” he reminds me, taking my fingers and putting them on my clit, encouraging me to make myself feel good.
“I read it can help make it feel better,” he says.
Our heavy breathing and moans fill the room, lost to all the sensations.
There’s zero inhibitions, and we take our time figuring out the pace and what feels good.
When he pushes in further, I inhale sharply and grip onto his forearms, digging my nails in.
“I need to move, baby,” he grits out, the pressure mounting between us is all-consuming.
“Move!” I cry as he pushes a little harder and faster, rocking into me as I move against him. The deep ache in my core is building, I give over to the light-headedness as I receive all of him, a euphoric feeling of being connected in a way no one has ever been flooding my body and soul.
“Eyes on me, angel,” he commands, thrusting harder and faster but still mindful. “Watch me take this ass. Own you in a way no one else ever will. Shatter as I make every part of you mine forever.”
I whimper breathily in unbridled pleasure as he comes with a deep groan.
“Fuuuckkkkkk,” he says, throbbing and spilling his release inside me.
He lets my legs fall away and covers my body with his as we get our breathing under control, letting the intimacy and intensity of what we’ve just experienced together blanket us. He’s my serenity.
Once we fully crossed over the invisible line Raf drew to keep me at arm’s length and he told me how badly his ex-fiancée hurt him, everything between us felt effortless. Before, we were existing in the forcefield between two magnets, fighting to stay apart when we were always meant to be together.
Raf admitted agonizing over what I was doing in my own room down the hall and how it would keep him up at night, but ironically, he’s probably had even less sleep these past few nights because he can’t keep his hands off me.
I have the day off today and fully intend on sleeping longer since I don’t have an ungodly call time. I can hear Raf’s alarm beep, but instead of getting up after he silences it, I feel his warm body slide in behind me.
“You awake, baby?” he whispers as he snakes his big strong arms around me, pulling me flush to his chest.
“No. But you and that monster between your legs appear to be very awake,” I rasp sleepily.
He laughs and presses the velvety skin of his firm cock between my ass cheeks. My body fires up instantly, arousal pooling between my thighs.
“I can stop,” he says even as he languidly inches his long fingers towards my wet center and carefully glides them through me.
I moan as he stokes the flicker into a flame.
“No. That wouldn’t be wise for you,” I say on a pant. “I read a study that said orgasms can boost productivity and focus—and make you feel happier.”
“Is that so?” he says, winding me higher with tight, firm circles on my clit, before finding my entrance and pushing his hard length into me from behind.
“Uh-huh,” I groan as he rocks into me faster, seeking his release. “I like happier Raf,” I say as he finishes with a shudder inside me, before going down on me.
It’s quick and dirty, and once Raf makes his way back up my body, he finds my mouth and kisses me with the taste of us on his lips. It feels a little wicked, but I can’t get enough.
“Princi Law & Associates sends their thanks,” he says. “I can already tell I’m going to be ninety percent more productive today.”
I giggle. “But not happier?”
“Eh, we’ll see what the day brings,” he says. “Sorry I ruined your sleep-in.”
“I’d rather take eight orgasms over eight hours’ sleep, but maybe you’re just too horny for my own good.
” I laugh. I mean really, who could blame me when I sleep in a bed that feels as soft as clouds, pressed up against a man with the body of an Adonis and a tongue that delivers pleasure in many forms.
Once Raf leaves for work, I do a bit of image editing before heading to some beauty appointments. Tonight I’ll be attending the fancy-pants law dinner as Raf’s plus-one, and in a few days all our secret work to throw Sophia and Marco the best engagement party will unfold.
While I’m at my last appointment, Natalia’s executive assistant calls, asking me to go by the office and collect paperwork for my visa application.
When she hands it over, she explains it urgently requires a “wet” signature from my lawyer.
When I give her a weird look, she explains with a little smirk that it means a written, not digital, signature.
I’m guessing my face may have given away what type of “wet” I was thinking, which of course led me to think about Raf, which then led to me making a last-minute decision to drop by his office to have him sign said paperwork while I’m looking like a treat.
Skin glowing, hair and makeup freshly done, and my cute new cowboy boots that Raf has threatened to burn on multiple occasions peeking out under my silk midi skirt.
I press the level to Princi Law & Associates’ floor, the very top of the building, and greet Janice, the receptionist who I sat with at the Law Gala, like an old friend. Am I trying to butter her up so she’ll let me in to see the boss knowing full well I’m not in his calendar? Abso-fucking-lutely.