33. Blimey, I might be in trouble.
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blimey, i might be in trouble.
charlie
We left the restaurant the same way we walked in, hand-in-hand, and yet it now feels like two completely different people walked out of there. Rafael hasn’t taken his hand off me since. Currently, it’s resting on my knee. He squeezes lightly, pulling my attention to him.
“You still like old rom coms, right?” His focus remains on the road, eyes only flicking my way for a second.
“Yeah, I do. But how do you know I like them?” I know for a fact we have never talked about this.
“Um, you mentioned it once. About two years ago, I think. I mean, you were talking to Lainey, but I was sure I heard you say you liked romantic comedies, especially from the nineties and two-thousands.” He pulls into a gravel driveway, only removing his hand from my knee to reach for his wallet in the center console.
He remembers a conversation we had two years ago. A conversation I can’t even recall, but that he pulled this detail from.
The board in front of us says 10 Things I Hate About You and Love I was just uncomfortable. Because kissing in the car is kind of awkward when there’s this whole thing between us, you know? With the armrest and cup holders and everything. My neck was sore, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it all. I’m sorry. I always do this.” I wrap my hoodie tighter around myself, trying to ward off the impending feelings I know are coming. Guilt, embarrassment, regret, insecurity.
His left hand moves down my arm as the right one tips my chin up, but I can’t look at him. “You don’t need to apologize. I want you to be comfortable in every way. And when we’re kissing, I want us both to enjoy it, to be in the moment.” His thumb moves along my chin, drawing little circles.
“You’d still want to kiss me? After that?” I do look up at him then, needing to see his response.
“I’ll always want to kiss you, pumpkin.” His earnest smile makes my eyes water. Apparently, it also makes me impulsive as I push him back into his seat and hop over the console to straddle him.
“I think I could be comfortable like this,” I say as my breaths come faster, the adrenaline of simply doing without thinking pulsing through my veins. I watch as Rafael’s eyes glide from my eyes to my nose, lingering on my lips before they continue down to my collarbone and my chest, where my hoodie’s now gaping, exposing my tank top and the fact that I took the liberty of removing my bra earlier. “Is this okay?”
His answer is in the way his hands grab onto my hips, moving me closer to him. It’s in the tip of his chin as he brings his lips to mine. In the way his lips part, asking mine to do the same.
My hands find their way to his hair again, and I love the groan that reverberates through him when our chests press together, and my hips rock into him. This time, our kiss is hungry and urgent, and with every swipe of his tongue over mine, I grind harder onto him, reveling in the way his breaths grow more ragged and his grip on me tightens.
When I roll my hips again, feeling his hard length against my throbbing clit, I squeeze my eyes shut as a moan builds in my throat, forcing our lips apart. Rafael promptly latches onto my neck, his warm lips covering every inch of my skin.
“May I touch you?” I swear I feel my panties disintegrate.
I open my eyes for a brief moment, only to give him my answer so we can move forward with the certainty that he never has to ask me that question again.
“You can always touch me.” I cradle his face in my hands and kiss him softly. “I want you to touch me,” I say against his lips before tasting him again. Then his hands are everywhere. Gripping my ass to align us better, around my waist, where his fingers graze my skin, up my back, where they massage and soothe, and finally around my torso, where his strong hands take hold of my breasts, his thumbs flicking my nipples back and forth over my top until I can’t take it anymore and I’m gasping for air.
There’s nothing but us in this moment, and when his hip thrusts up into me in time with my own movements, I teeter on the precipice of my orgasm. My back arches, bringing my chest closer to his face, and he yanks at my top, baring my breast to him where he licks and sucks my over-sensitive peak. I open my eyes to watch him and, as is usually the case, find his eyes already on me. This time, though, I see something I’ve never seen before: desire.
My gaze flicks to the window, and my movements stiffen as I feel suddenly exposed. Rafael kisses up my chest, gingerly placing my shirt back in place. “It’s just us, honey. No one can see us.” He swirls his tongue on my pulse point, and I relax into him again. “I promise. I’d never let anyone else see you like this.” His teeth graze my neck, the sharpness soothed by his tongue. “I’ve got you.”
And knowing that I can believe him, I can trust him, I fall back into our rhythm, standing on the edge of that cliff again, but unable to jump.
With steady hands on my backside and my nipples brushing against his cashmere sweater, I close my eyes and focus on the sensations. Everything is heightened when he gently encourages me to keep going, not to stop. “You feel so fucking good.” I feel his words against my skin and bring his hand back to my breast. “I’ve dreamed about you like this.” The sweat gathers on my chest as I inch closer. “This is so much better than any dream.” He matches my every thrust as I pick up speed. “That’s it. That’s my girl,” he whispers as his grip tightens. “Fuck, Charlie.”
And then I’m freefalling. Every muscle in my body tenses and relaxes simultaneously. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over every nerve ending, and when they finally subside, I collapse on a solid chest, arms wrapping tenderly around me. Rafael moves my unruly curls off my face, tucking some behind my ear and leaving kisses on my forehead as we try to catch our breaths.
He said my name. He said my name, and I came so hard I nearly passed out.
Blimey, I might be in trouble here.