Page 113 of Rafe: Sins of the Father

“You do?”

“Oh, yeah. That image is burned in my brain for life. Fucking gorgeous.”

His lips find me, and he presses a soft kiss there. I arch at the sensation, my head going back. His tongue makes a long stroke, and he groans. “My girl is wet for me.”

“Always,” I whisper.

He slips two fingers inside me, and his thumb strokes my clit. He’s tender and gentle, and I lift my hips, seeking more. He keeps me begging with his barely-there touches. “More. I need more.”

“Then I’ll give you more. Whatever my baby wants. Like this?”

I nod and put a fist to my mouth, biting down on it. “I want you inside me.”

“Ladies first.” He begins a steady rhythm, and it doesn’t take long to ramp me up until I know an orgasm is hovering close.

It feels so good, and I don’t ever want it to stop.

He dips his head and sucks on my nipple, and suddenly that orgasm isn’t hovering on the edges anymore; it’s barreling toward me like a high-speed freight train, whistle blaring, and then it washes over me like a blast of wind as it roars past, and I shudder and come all over his hand.

He withdraws his fingers and paints my nipple with my release, then laps it up and sucks hard, making the orgasm linger ever longer.

I moan and writhe on the bed, and a moment later, he moves over me and covers my mouth with his, making me taste it.

One hand reaches down and undoes his belt and jeans. He shoves them down far enough to grab his rock-hard dick and bring it to my slick, waiting pussy, burying it deep inside me.

My back arches again, my mouth falling open at the filling sensation. He’s over me, he’s in me. He is me. We’re one.

My breasts thrust upward, and he takes one in his hand and pinches the nipple. A new jolt zings through my body, following that same track as my orgasm, sizzling all the nerve endings along the path once more. It’s exquisite. He begins to move, rising long enough to tear his cut and shirt off and toss them beside me on the bed. Resting his palms flat on the mattress beside my head, he begins thrusting hard against me, and I loveevery minute, watching his muscles strain and bulge and glisten with sweat.

His palms run along my ribs, my waist, my hips, and lock there, holding me in place as his breathing accelerates, his body curving and moving in and out. It’s so fucking hot I can’t take it. I want to do this three times a day, maybe four. Will even that be enough of this man?

He’s getting close; I can tell, and I tighten around him.

“Fuck, yeah. That feels so good. Don’t stop, baby girl.”

I slip my hand behind the base of his cock and press, and he detonates, going still, buried deep inside me. His chest heaves like he just ran a mile, and he drops on top of me.

I wrap my arms around him and shower his neck and shoulders with tender kisses. It takes him a minute to recover, and then he goes up on his elbows and does the same to my face, kissing my chin, my cheeks, my forehead, my nose, and finally my mouth.

He moves across to my ear. “I love you, Tori.”

My arms tighten around him. “I love you, Rafe.”

He rolls off me and takes me with him, until I’m sprawled on top of him. His hands stroke over the backs of my thighs, my ass, the small of my back, my ribs, my shoulders. His touch is smooth and strong, and I melt against him, moaning.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper.

He kisses my temple. “Never, baby. Never.”

I don’t know when I fall asleep, but when I wake up, I’m still in the same position. His body is my warmth, and I don’t want to move, but I know I need to. I try to slip off him to lie curled to his side, but he stops me, his hands tightening on my ass.

“Where you think you’re goin’? Get back up there.”

I grin to myself, and do as he says, pressing a kiss to his chest.

“That’s my good girl.” His warm hands drift over my back and ass until I fall asleep, listening to the sound of his heart beating. Heaven. Why would I ever want to leave this spot?

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

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