Chapter 46
Chapter Forty-Six
This Is More Than Lust
Raf
“Oh baby, she never would have even taken the initiative,” I say honestly, watching in fascination as Chiara revels in taking control, her only goal to give me pleasure.
Victoria didn’t instigate sex and wasn’t curious to get more adventurous.
Instead, she treated sex like a cross-examination.
Clinical. Efficient. Preferably without too much mess.
It wasn’t bad sex, but there was something dissatisfying about it.
Now I know what the problem was; she never felt made for me the way Chiara feels like a custom fit, and the sex we have is the epitome of her: playful and bold. She gives and she takes. She lets me push the boundaries of vanilla and she goes there with me.
She is sweet and sultry.
Demure and deviant.
Demanding and compliant.
A juxtaposition I want to know all sides of.
Want to be inside of.
Want to have by my side.
Not just for show or for the short term.
But for good. Hopefully forever.
I slowly shake my head to answer her question, tightening my grip on her hips. The reminder only reinstates the warning system firing in my mind that her ex, Alessandro, is still out there desperate to get to Chiara, and unlike Victoria, he will not walk away without a fight.
“No. I’ve only ever been with one devil,” I say with a smirk.
She might be the professional photographer, but I wish I could take a picture of the downright depraved grin that lights up the edges of her heart-shaped face at my response.
“Well Big Bad Raf,” she says, calling me by the ridiculous nickname I secretly love, “I might be the devil, but you’re about to have a come-to-Jesus moment at the gates of heaven.”
With that, she pushes her breasts together to create more friction around my cock, and without instruction rocks up and down my length.
The soft to my hard feels like everything I never knew I was missing.
I buck my hips assuredly, controlled. Biding my time until I flip this script.
She’s the one in the lead now, but she wants me to take.
I move in time with her, watching as her light green eyes darken, and her eyelids hood as she becomes more desperate for her own release.
I’m leaking pre-cum, and without warning she extends her fingertips so she can smear it around my head and length, helping me to slip and slide between her luscious, full tits.
She rubs her thighs together, pulling a soft moan from her lips.
She’s turned on just by the act of giving, and that makes a part of me that’s lain dormant for a long time swell.
Leading up to now, I’d dismissed the flutters that told me it had kicked back to life, but there’s no denying it now.
This woman might just be the fire to my gasoline.
“How wet are you, Little Devil?”
“So wet,” she pants as she continues to fuck me with her tits.
I work one hand between us, cupping her pussy, feeling the heat of it against my palm, before grinding it against her clit, coating my hand in her stickiness before snaking my hand up to wrap it around my rock-hard cock between her breasts, coating myself with her arousal.
She moans, arching her back, seeking more.
I snap.
In an instant, I’m batting her hands away and flipping us over in one smooth move.
Desperation and determination to stay in control war for dominance.
“Just because I let you take an inch—” I say, crowding her before dragging my nose up her neck, inhaling her delicate spicy scent laced with pine needles, vanilla, and sandalwood. Like Christmas and a vanilla milkshake all stirred up. “Doesn’t mean I’ll let you take a mile.”
With that, I straddle her chest, placing my hard, throbbing cock between her tits.
“Push those tits together real good, Little Devil,” I demand. She obeys. Desire and lust make her look angelic. I pluck each of her nipples hard, and she gasps, finding pleasure in the pain.
“Daddy’s calling the shots now,” I state, watching as her lips morph into a knowing smile.
I begin to thrust, talking her through my plans.
“I’m going to fuck your tits with my cock and your tight cunt with my fingers until you squirt all over my hand and I’m painting your tongue and face with my cum. Are you okay with that?”
“Yes,” she rasps, her breathing shallow.
“That’s my good girl,” I say as I continue to thrust, speeding up as I inch my hand down towards her pussy, lightly running my fingers through her folds. She’s soaking. “Is this all for your husband?” I growl, overcome with the knowledge of what I do to her.
“It’s all for you, Raf,” she says through a shudder. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I crave you.”
It’s my undoing. Her unadulterated honesty. The way she gives me her big feelings and trusts me with them. It’s a fucking privilege.
I waste no time finding her entrance, and without warning I spear two fingers into her hard as I thrust up into her tits, her gasps turning to high-pitched cries.
“So fucking good” morphs into pleas to come as I alter the tempo plunging in and out of her.
The squelching of wetness and the slapping of skin reverberates around the quiet room until I hit that spot deep within and she shatters, coming so hard she coats my hand in her release just like I asked her to.
I’m right behind her, but before I unload, I command, “Tongue out.”
She immediately does as she’s told, and not thirty seconds later I’m decorating my favorite gift with ribbons of cum.
And when I look down, I see her wearing a wolfish smile as she licks me from her lips.
I grab a tissue from the nightstand to wipe off the rest before taking her lips and kissing her slowly.
Deeply. Passionately. Trying to download every feeling I can’t yet communicate.
When I pull away and plant one last gentle kiss to her forehead, she hums, sated and satisfied.
“Well Daddy, looks like you’re the gift that keeps on giving. ”
No, I think, you’re the gift I want to keep forever.
And I want to be the one who’s forever yours.
After all she’s shared with me tonight, the confession dances on my tongue right along with the three little words it’s getting harder to keep to myself.
I might have been the one to take control, but this woman fucking owns me.