Chapter 10 #2
This must be what happens to a person when they’ve been yearning for something for too long, I guess.
When we get in there, he lays me down on the bed, then kisses me hard again, his tongue probing deep into my mouth. He tastes amazing, darkly masculine but with a zing of sweetness.
Moving away from my mouth, he kisses across my cheek towards my ear, then lower to my jawline, all the while sending little ripples of delicious sensation across my skin.
It’s not long before he heads downwards, sliding the spaghetti straps of my dress off my shoulders and pushing down the neckline to fully expose my breasts.
I’ve not been able to wear a bra because of the cut of the dress and I’m immensely grateful for this fact right now as it’s given him immediate access to the bits of me that are most wanting his attention.
His breath is hot on my skin and he hovers above my nipple for a second, sending thrills of sweet anticipation through me before bending to suck down hard on it.
After a few seconds, he pulls back to stroke his tongue across my areole instead, before sucking down again.
It’s an intense pressure, followed by a soothing salve, then concentrated pressure again, and I love it.
I think I could probably come from just this.
Moving to my other breast, he gives it the same attention, bringing me closer and closer to another peak of near release with his tongue and lips and gentle grazes of his teeth.
Waves of erotic sensation flow over me and heat and pressure build between my legs as I feel myself getting slick with need. I want him inside me. Right damn now.
I move my hands to cup his jaw and urge him to move up my body again so I can simultaneously kiss him and scrabble around for the fastening to his trousers and get my hands on the prize.
He helps me by popping the button open, then pushing the waistband down over his hips so his cock can spring free of its confines.
When I finally get my hands on it, I suck in a delighted breath of pure happiness. He’s thick and long and I already know it’s going to feel amazing as he moves inside me.
He pulls away from my grip for a second to fully undress and grab a condom from somewhere, which he rolls on quickly before returning to kneel between my legs.
I’m so ready for this, but he clearly wants to make sure because he pushes up the skirt of my dress and removes my underwear, before sliding his hand between my thighs, using his long fingers to glide back and forth over my mound, gently skimming his fingertip over my clit and drawing gasps of pure pleasure from me.
I buck against him, increasing the pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves there until I think I’m going to go crazy with the need to come.
Seeming to sense I’m close, he moves his fingers downwards then slips first one, then two inside me, gently opening me up to his exploration.
I feel him curl them up towards my belly, catching the perfect place inside me to make me twist with rapture.
My moans of pleasure are low and guttural now and after a few more teasing strokes, he widens his fingers and holds me open, as if to let me know what to expect from his magnificent girth.
I’m already so ready for him though, and I nod fervently and take hold of his sheathed cock, urgently guiding him towards me so he knows I’m more than ready for him to withdraw his fingers and get down to business.
He enters me slowly, taking his time, his cock stretching me gently as he moves deeper inside me, his gaze fixed intently on mine.
It’s the best feeling in the world.
I wonder wildly for a second why humans don’t spend more time connected like this.
After a delicious moment of anticipation, he pulls back, then starts to thrust inside me and I’m totally lost, all thoughts pushed out of my head.
I move with him, thrusting back hard to increase the friction between us.
We’re both letting out loud moans of pleasure now and it’s so wonderful to be able to let loose with him like this.
Each of his thrusts moves me a bit further up the bed as we fuck each other hard, and I try to anchor myself so we don’t hit the headboard.
But it turns out there isn’t time for that to happen anyway, because he changes his angle slightly, catching me in a spot that makes me see stars, and I come hard, my gasps of delight tearing up out of my throat.
A few thrusts later, Raffa comes too, letting out his own wild, uninhibited cries of satisfaction.
Our bodies are slick with sweat now from our exertions and I can feel Raffa’s heart beating hard against my chest as he lies pressed against me for what feels like minutes as we recover.
We’re both done. Spent. Totally fucked.
Finally, he lifts his head to look at me, his eyes wide and his expression one of dazed incredulity.
‘Okay. Whoa. That wasn’t meant to happen.’
‘And yet,’ I say, amused by this.
‘Yeah.’
We both start laughing, the rumpled mattress shaking beneath us.
‘I didn’t come here expecting it either, just to be clear,’ I say.
Moving out of me, he flops back onto the bed, gets rid of the condom, then turns back to me and props his chin on his hand. Fixing me with a serious look in his eyes, he asks, ‘Why did you decide to come? Not just for the clicks, I hope?’ He raises his eyebrows at me, his expression searching.
‘Honestly?’
‘Yes please.’
I turn to face him and prop my head on my hand too so I can look him in the eye more comfortably.
‘Okay, yeah. I admit it. Once I realised who you were, I thought I might be able to use this trip to my advantage. But that’s just good business sense, right?
Taking opportunities and running with them.
Making the most of every advantage at your disposal.
Surely you get that, as a businessperson yourself? ’
‘I do. I just wanted you to like me for me, not what I could give you.’
‘I do like you for you. Clearly more than I should.’
‘Hmm. Yeah. We probably shouldn’t have done that.’
‘But you’re kinda glad we did anyway?’
He lets out a low, gruff laugh. ‘Well, there are no complaints from me, no.’
‘Good to hear.’
‘But we probably shouldn’t do it again. I’m not able to give a relationship enough oxygen right now.’
‘Me neither.’
‘Then let’s call this a hiccough.’
‘Really? A hiccough?’
‘Okay, call it whatever you like, but we shouldn’t do it again… right?’
I feel simultaneously disappointed and determined to be cool about this. ‘Sure. Fine. Like I say, I wasn’t expecting it either and have no expectations of doing it again.’
‘Right. Me neither.’
There’s a slightly tense pause where we both take a moment to process this.
‘So, I guess I should head off to my own bed and let you get on with some work then,’ I say.
He looks surprised by this. ‘Err, yeah. Sure. Okay. If that’s what you want.’
I slide out of bed and redress myself, intensely aware of his gaze on me.
I really want him to say, Actually, don’t go. Sleep here with me. But he doesn’t. Which, I guess, is probably for the best.
We should both take a beat, get some sleep and reassess the situation in the morning.
As I reach the bedroom door, I hear him draw in a breath and I turn to look at him expectantly.
‘Sleep well,’ he says, then presses his mouth into a friendly grin.
‘You too,’ I say, hurriedly leaving the room before he can see the disappointment on my face.
Back in my own room, I get washed in the bathroom, then slide between my cool sheets, already missing the feeling of his body against mine.
I toss and turn for a bit, not able to get comfortable. My body feels wired and full of adrenaline. Like it needs to expend more energy somehow.
A loud knocking sound makes me jump and I sit up and stare at the door.
Was that a knock? Or did I imagine it? Conjure it up with wishful thinking?
But it comes again and it’s definitely someone knocking at my bedroom door.
‘Come in!’ I shout, a smile already pushing at the corners of my mouth.
Raffa opens the door and comes striding in. ‘I couldn’t concentrate. Or sleep,’ he announces in a frustrated tone.
‘Me neither,’ I say with a mock pout.
‘Want some company?’
‘Absolutely,’ I say, motioning for him to come and get into my bed with me.
To hell with being sensible. Where’s the fun in that?