Chapter 9
9
VIVIENNE
I ’d stayed with Rafa for three days, and they’d been so amazing that I hadn’t spent any time worrying about the absolute mess that was my life. I knew I was only putting off the inevitable and would have to face my parents—and probably Chet too—eventually, but I was in no rush.
Instead, I had fully committed to my decision to just go with the flow for as long as he was willing to have me here, and he hadn’t given me a single reason to regret it. If anything, I had been so pampered that I never wanted to leave. But that might have had more to do with the fact that I was quickly falling head over heels for Rafa.
He’d spent much more time with me than I had expected, barely leaving my side. Except for the nights when he would kiss the hell out of me and then practically run away, leaving me disappointed and turned on. I considered sneaking into his bedroom more than once but hadn’t worked up the courage.
But his constant attention gave me hope that he felt our connection too since he was a busy man who’d practically erased his calendar for me. I was so happy to have the opportunity to get to know him better that I didn’t mind that we’d never left the house. Or that he insisted I stay inside the rare times he had to leave for an hour or so, which presented me with the perfect opportunities to explore his mother’s romance book collection more thoroughly.
I loved being in our little bubble. Rafa made me feel safe and cherished even with how he watched over me.
He tended to keep me close, like how we were now while watching a movie in the theater room. There were enough leather upholstered, reclining seats for a dozen people, but we were cuddled up next to each other in one of them. Rafa had his arm wrapped around my back, and I was nestled against his side with my head on his chest. There was barely any space between us, which was a sweet kind of sensual torture that I had quickly become addicted to. Along with his kisses.
I would’ve happily stayed like that for hours, but Rafa shifted away when his phone rang.
“ Mi dispiace , cara . I need to take this.”
I puffed out my bottom lip in an exaggerated pout. “Fine.”
“I’ll try to be quick,” he promised before dropping a quick kiss against my lips.
I continued watching the movie while he was gone, but it wasn’t nearly as entertaining without him. Judging by the wrinkle in his brow and his flared nostrils when he returned, Rafa’s call was even less enjoyable.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
He gave me a terse nod. “It’s nothing.”
He wasn’t acting as if his call went well, but I had already learned that getting Rafa to open up about something he didn’t want to discuss was nearly impossible. So I didn’t press the issue. Instead, when he sat back down, I leaned forward to brush my lips against his and murmured, “I’m glad you’re back.”
It was the first time I had been the one who initiated a kiss, and he rewarded me by dragging me onto his lap and burying his face in my hair. “So damn sweet.”
“Only with you,” I confessed.
He smirked at me. “Damn straight. That’s how it’s supposed to be.”
When he said possessive stuff like that, it gave me a feminine thrill. I loved knowing that he was so affected by me, especially since I couldn’t resist him.
His lips trailed down my neck, and I shivered. He turned me to straddle him and gave me a kiss that quickly spiraled out of control.
I was practically panting in need when he finally ripped his mouth from mine. “Fuck, cara . I need to be inside you so damn bad.”
This was one of many kisses that had exploded into intense passion. The first time it happened, I hesitantly confessed to Rafa that I had never slept with Chet…or anyone else. His reaction to me being a virgin wasn’t what I expected. He’d said that knowing he’d be my first gave him enough strength to wait until I was ready. Which was how I’d ended up alone in bed, yet again, that night. After being stomped on by Chet for two years, I struggled to be brave enough to tell Rafa that I didn’t want to wait any longer. I blamed it on our relationship moving at warp speed, and I still hadn’t officially called off my engagement. But he’d just given me the perfect opening, so I whispered, “I need you, too. Please, Rafa.”
Nothing more was said as he shot to his feet with me still in his arms and stalked across the house and up the stairs to his bedroom.
He was gentle as he laid me on the mattress, planting his fists on either side of my shoulders as he bent over me. With his lips only inches from mine, he rasped, “This is where I’m finally going to take you and mark you as mine.”
He didn’t wait for my reaction before crashing his mouth against mine. Just like with every other kiss he’d given me, he stole my breath and enveloped me in a sensual fog. Only this time, he didn’t hold back.
His muscular body pressed against mine, with his hard-on pushing against my already drenched core. But with the layers of clothing between us, I needed more.
“Please,” I gasped into his mouth.
Putting all of his weight onto one arm, he slid his other hand up to collar my throat. I gulped, more out of excitement than fear, and it made me even more aware of his hold. My inner walls clenched, and he proved how in tune he was with me when heat flared in his dark orbs. “Please what, cara ?”
“I don’t know what I need, but I know you can give it to me.”
“That’s right, Vivienne,” he purred, tightening his hold for a moment before sliding his hand down to cup my breast. “I’m the only man who will ever give your sweet body what it craves. Because you’re mine. And nobody touches what belongs to me.”
Instead of making me feel like just an object for his desire, his words filled me with a sense of belonging. The fierce desire shining from his dark orbs left no doubt that he wanted me. There were no ulterior motives. Just the burning passion between us.
“Then do what you said…take me and mark me as yours.”
Rafa’s hand traced the curve of my jaw before tilting my chin up, his intense gaze locking with mine. “ Brava ragazza .”
Being called a good girl in Italian sent a shiver down my spine, heat blooming in my chest…and my pussy. I had no idea what I liked in bed—except for Rafa to be there with me—but I was quickly discovering that I might have a praise kink.
Before I could catch my breath, his lips descended onto mine, claiming me with an urgency that made my pulse race. The naked hunger in his kiss gave me the courage to slide my hands beneath his shirt so I could stroke his broad chest.
He ripped his mouth from mine with a deep groan. “We have too many fucking clothes between us. Gotta get 'em off. Now.”
“Yes, please,” I panted.
As he unsnapped my jeans, I reached down to lift my sweater over my head, but Rafa wrapped his hands around my wrists to stop me. “No, cara . While I waited to get you naked in my bed, I pictured this many times. You didn’t help in any of my fantasies, so you’re not going to now.”
I loved knowing that he’d dreamed of this, same as me. But probably with a lot more detail since I had no experience to draw upon. “Okay.”
“That’s my brava ragazza.”
He wielded his praise like a weapon—and effectively. I melted into the mattress as he undressed me and then himself, too turned on to be self-conscious. Even when laid bare beneath his gaze, all I felt was passion without an ounce of my usual shyness. The past three days had acted as what I imagined to be the longest foreplay in the history of humankind. “If I don’t come soon, I might spontaneously combust.”
He shook his head at my warning, his lips curving into a smirk. “Don’t worry, cara . You’ll be coming on my tongue very soon. Then I’m gonna stretch your tight little pussy to get you ready to take my big dick. And when I’m stretching you and filling you completely, you’ll scream my name while you fall apart with your pussy wrapped around me.”
He put his mouth, tongue, and fingers into proving his cockiness wasn’t all talk. With his gaze zeroed in on the juncture of my thighs, he wedged his shoulders between my legs and used his thumbs to hold my pussy lips open while he plunged his tongue into my core, his whiskers scraping against the sensitive skin on my inner thighs.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “So damn sweet. I could eat nothing but your pussy for the rest of my life.”
My hips lifted off the mattress, and he palmed my butt to hold me in place while he devoured me.
“Come, cara ,” he demanded right before he stabbed his tongue into my channel. Waves of pleasure crashed over my body, and I cried, “Yes! Rafa, yes!”
He ate me through my release, then turned his attention to my clit, suckling it while using a finger to stretch my pussy. When he was able to add a second digit, he sent me over the edge again.
“That’s right, cara . Let me hear you scream my name,” he growled against my damp flesh.
“My pussy,” he growled as he flicked my clit.
I gave him what he demanded, shouting at the top of my lungs as another orgasm crashed over me. “Rafa! Yes! Oh my god, yessss!”
I practically saw stars behind my eyelids that time and was barely aware of what Rafa was doing until he notched the tip of his dick at my entrance. His hands gripped my hips and raised them, then ordered, “Wrap your legs around my waist, Vivienne.”
When I’d done as I was told, only my shoulders and head were still touching the mattress. He had complete control in this position and used it to his full advantage.
“Keep those pretty blue eyes on me, cara ,” he commanded. “I want to see your gorgeous face while I sink inside your tight pussy for the first time.”
I couldn’t have looked away from his dark gaze if I tried. I felt as though I was held captive by his eyes, which thankfully distracted me while he punched his hips forward in one powerful thrust, tearing through my innocence before my body could tense in anticipation.
He used his thumb to put slight pressure on my tight bundle of nerves, helping the pain ease into pleasure quickly. When the tension started to leave my body, he dipped his head to suckle each of my nipples before demanding, “Keep your ankles locked behind me. I’m gonna ride you hard and fast until your sweet, young pussy milks the come that’s ready to burst from my cock.”
“Yesss,” I breathed, crossing my ankles and digging my nails into his shoulders as he began to thrust.
Rafa powered in and out of me over and over again…until it felt as though my world started and ended with him.
The headboard banged against the wall, and if he wasn’t holding me in place, I would’ve shifted farther up the mattress. He didn’t hold back, giving me every inch of him with each drive of his hips. His pace was brutal, and all I could do was hold on for the ride, just like he’d told me to do.
My body was strung tight when he growled, “You’re so damn tight, cara . Fuck! You’re doing so good, taking every inch of me like your pussy was made for me. My own little fuck toy.”
He placed one hand at the base of my throat, and his eyes burned with passion as he gently pressed against it. I stuttered for air, and my eyes watered, but I didn’t care because the pleasure had become blindingly intense.
“ Brava ragazza,” he rasped. “Take it, baby. Oh, fuck, yeah.”
Then he wedged his other hand between our bodies and pinched my clit. After two mind-blowing orgasms, I was shocked when he was able to nudge me over the edge again.
“Yes! Oh, yes! Rafa!” My cries grew louder until I screamed his name as I clenched around his shaft.
“Oh, fuck, cara ! That’s it, take my big dick. Love feeling your little pussy stretching around me. You’re gonna be sore as fuck tomorrow, and it will turn me the hell on to know that you feel me every time you move.”
His filthy works sent another small wave through my body, and I throbbed around his shaft. “Yes, baby! Oh shit! Fuck!”
He slammed in all the way and anchored every inch of his dick inside my tight channel, roaring his release as hot come splashed against my inner walls.
His body was tense and shaking as he emptied inside me, but once he was drained, he collapsed in a boneless heap. Although he quickly rolled us over so he wasn’t crushing me.
“Fuck, cara ,” he muttered. “I always knew I’d never get to heaven, but being buried in your pussy has given me a glimpse of it.”