20. Wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts #2
His powerful arms slid around me, body heat calling me to join him in ecstatic hell. “Mm, you are already soaked. If I had known all it would take was quoting Shakespeare, I would have done it in the bookstore and flooded the place.”
“Stop making me laugh while I’m trying to seduce you.” I playfully smacked his chest. “Also, quoting Tolkien would probably get me there too. Just saying.”
Rafael rolled us without warning. All the thoughts in my head scattered to the wind upon landing on my back with the giant man on top of me.
He nuzzled the side of my neck, reaching between my legs to slide his fingers over my pulsating pussy. “You have a keyhole begging to be filled.”
I writhed under him like I’d been electrocuted. “Fuck me, use me, please,” I hissed. “Fill me up until I can’t take anymore.”
The composer sat up, leaving me cold in the sudden absence. Tension extruded a wire from my heart and strummed it hard. Had I overstepped? But there was no mistaking the hunger in his eyes as he raked them over me. Or the intimidating rise of his cock.
Oh my god, it’s curved.
“Go get your favorite toy and a bottle of lube.”
His growled command lifted me by marionette strings. He slapped my ass, propelling me toward the dungeon. Clumsy in my horny desperation, I dropped the dragon dildo twice on my way back to him.
“Same safeword as before, yes?” Rafael snatched the silicon phallus out of my hand and pointed to the bed. “On your hands and knees, facing the wall.”
Possessed by the power of his voice, I obeyed; head down, ass up, knees apart. He moved behind me, sending little earthquakes through the mattress as his weight shifted. Gripping my ass, he spread me open. His breath teased across my aching vulva, and I moaned.
“You are so ready, I hardly need to touch you.”
Given how the resonance of his voice sent delicious vibrations through my cunt, he was probably right. But I whined and wriggled in his grasp. He laughed softly. More vibrations.
“You’re killing me!”
“Mm, not yet.” He licked slowly upward from my clit and swirled his tongue around the bud of my anus.
I shivered, toes already curling. No one had ever eaten my ass before, but this relationship was full of novelty, and I’d cheerfully jump right over the cliff.
Rafael’s tongue prodded at my anus, teasing, not quite penetrating.
If I’d known how divine it felt, I would have requested it long before now.
My hand slid toward my throbbing clit. He caught my wrist, pausing his attentions to plant my hand firmly back in place, and slapped my ass so hard I lurched forward.
“I did not say you could move.”
“Yessir,” I squeaked. “Sorry.” I am losing my wits over this man in a way that’s concerning to feminism.
Rafael’s tongue traveled up to my low back, lingering over my Tolkien tattoo, licking circles around it. “Right here, my windup girl.” His teeth scraped my skin.
My nipples hardened at the purr in his voice. He shifted again, rocking me on the bed. A warm baton landed on my ass, sliding between my cheeks. I turned to look, but he grabbed my hair and forced my head forward.
“What part of ‘face the wall’ did you not understand?” Rafael growled in my ear, thrusting hard against my ass. The trailing ends of his hair tickled my back. “Do you want this cock or not?”
“Yes, oh my god, please!” I whimpered and undulated my hips, desperate for him. “Please, fuck me. Please!”
“You want to be stretched and pounded, is that it?” Something teased the opening of my vulva, parting my labia.
I pressed my hips backward. Rafael pushed the dildo inside me, still rubbing his cock between the globes of my ass.
My vision blurred, and I moaned, long and low.
Each thrust of his hips shoved the dildo deeper and slid his cock against me.
He worked into a rhythm, fucking me hard. Driving me closer and closer.
He moaned, and the sound strummed my body like guitar strings.
Helpless, I threw myself backward against each thrust. A hand snaked around my hips to trace circles on my clit.
My eyes rolled back in my head at the burst of ecstasy racing from my cunt to my face. Belly tightening, I fought the orgasm.
I wanted him to come first. He clearly wanted me to. It was now a battle of will. Defiant, I undulated against him, clenching my ass as hard as I could to give him more friction. He hissed and his fingers sped up over my clit.
Rafael cheated. “Come on my hand,” he snarled, and his voice went straight to my cunt. “Now!”
I burst into streamers of light and music and lust. Spasming with the force of it, my limbs gave out.
He caught me, fingers digging into my hips as he used my ass to jerk himself off.
His cock pulsed, and the moan started low in his chest. He thrust once, twice, and cried out.
His hips bucked against me, balls slapping my sensitized, stuffed cunt.
My body immediately woke again, tossing me once more into the heights of climax. Rafael met me there. His growing moans buffeted me, overtaking my cries. His turn to spasm, and he roared as he came with the full force of his operatic lungs. Hot cum splashed in my hair and all the way down my back.
The second he released me, I plopped on the bed; a ripe fruit fallen from the tree. He collapsed beside me, panting and holding his taped ribs.
It took three tries to reconnect my brain to my mouth.
Finally, I forced out. “Are you ok?”
Panting, he nodded. The marked expansion and contraction of his chest and abs created a work of performance art I couldn’t tear my eyes away from.
“I overshot my target a bit.” He dipped two fingers into the semen pooling on my back and pressed them into my mouth.
Fucking hell. I sucked his fingers clean, licking away the salty taste of him. He withdrew them, and I moved to kiss him. He stopped me with a finger, hopping off the bed to go into the bathroom. I heard him swish something and spit.
Rafael came back with freshly minty breath and kissed me, slipping his tongue deep into my mouth. I tangled my fingers in his hair and kissed him back with all my might. He carried me, locked in that kiss, all the way into the kitchen.
1 “sLeepwALkeR” – The Pretty Wild