Page 145 of Give & Take

“I didn’t say fuck.” He unhooks my bra. “I don’t think.”

“You’re ridiculous,” I whisper. God how I missed saying that in just four days.

He kisses my spine, right between my shoulder blades. “I got my results back on the way up here.”

“Clear?” I ask.

“Every disease in the book. I think my penis might fall off. They said they’d name that one afterme.”

I close my eyes, shaking my head and trying not to laugh. “That’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny.” He pulls my dress down to my waist, freeing my breasts.

Neither of us is laughing as he cups me in his hands, tugging at my nipples between his fingers.

“Fuck,” he says, drawing it out.

I can feel his cock under me, twitching and thickening. Already hard.

He brushes my hair over my shoulder and kisses the back of my neck, sending shivers over the whole expanse of my exposed skin.

“Clear, Sunshine,” he confirms.

I stand up, turning around and straddling him. “Good. I’m clear too.” Not like I’ve been with anyone but him in years.

He arches me backward, taking a nipple into his mouth. The shock of pleasure makes me gasp, grinding myself into his lap.

“I missed these,” Raph says, taking the other nipple into his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue toys with my hardening peak, making my center pulse.

I reach between us, making quick work of his button and zipper.

He groans as I pull him out, already incredibly hard, as he always seems to be for me. “Jesus, Lana,” he says as I take him in two hands, stroking his velvety flesh.

“I got my tubes tied,” I say, marveling at the feel of him.

He grunts, distracted, as I run a palm over the bead ofwetness at the tip of his cock. Then he snaps his head up, his breathing shallow. “Wait, what are you saying?”

I smile. It’s a devilish smile. “That I want to feel you now. Just as you are.”

His hands grasp my hips, his eyes on mine. “Yes. Yes, that’s a good idea.”

“Now, Raph.”

He looks torn, like he wants to do more. Like this is too tempting but everything else is too. So I help him. I take one of his hands and place it between my legs, under the gusset of my panties.

His pupils blow wide. “Fuck, Lana. You’re so wet for me.”

“You do this to me.”

The sound he makes as he slips his fingers inside me is more animal than man. More guttural than speech. He works me with the fingers of both hands, expertly applying pressure in that specific way he knows makes me crazy. I cry out as I come fast—so fast. He could have blown on me and I’d come. “Raph!” I cry as I buck against him, riding his fingers, pulling his head back with my own fingers tugging at his hair. “Fuck, Raph, yes.”

A moment later I’m back earthside, but desperate for what I asked for.

He is too. He’s got his cock in his hand, his tip at my entrance. “You look so fucking pretty when you come.”

I don’t know if it’s his words or the feeling of his warmth teasing at my entrance, but I grit my teeth, need pressing down on me like an anvil in my lower half.

“You want this?” he asks, not quite entering me.

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