Page 53 of The Senator: Raphael

“They’re alive? You checked on them? You did that for me?” she whispers, her eyes glowing with gratitude.

She puts her hands around my neck and kisses me with the fierceness of someone who wants to show how grateful they are. “Thank you. I don’t know how you did it, but this is the best gift anyone ever gave me,” she whispers against my lips.

“I can’t tell you what will happen in ten or twenty years, but I can promise to make you happy now.” I peck her lips.

She tightens her grip around my neck and molds her body with mine. I wrap my arms around her waist and press myself against her. She is so perfect in my arms I can’t stop my erection from growing in my pants. I’ve always found her gorgeous, but the more I know her, the more difficult it is to hide my attraction to her. The physical reaction has been there since day one, and I don’t know how not to make her feel like I’m sexually pressuring her for more.

I should probably stop kissing her. But she’s kissing me back and biting my lower lip like she wants a piece of me. A groan escapes my lips, and she seems invigorated by it. She slips her fingers in my hair and fists them fiercely. A sting of pain and pleasure runs down my spine as I moan.

“Silver,” I whisper not sure what to ask. To continue this torture? To stop because she’s driving me crazy and I can’t fuck her?

She puts me out of my misery by deciding for the both of us. She pulls away from my chest and lowers down to her knees in front of me with determination in her eyes. A mixture of shock and anticipation runs through me, and I have to lean against my desk because I’m not sure my legs will hold me.

“Silver, you don’t have to…” My voice trails off when she starts to unbuckle my belt.

She looks me straight in the eye and smiles. “I know. Iwantto.”

Her long fingers unzip my trousers, and I can’t keep my eyes off her as she lowers them with my boxers. My erection springs free and the surprised gasp from her lips makes me almost smile. She looks up at me and a grin curves her lips. I have to admit, my ego swells at her pleased reaction.

When she grabs my shaft with a firm hand, I close my eyes for a brief moment, enjoying the pressure around my sensitive skin. I force myself to open them again when I feel the tip of her tongue licking from the base to the tip. Her eyes never leave mine as she sucks the leaking precum and then wraps her lips around my engorged head.

She seals her perfect mouth around the shaft and slides down, taking a good part of it down her throat. Her eyes water a bit, and the view is so mesmerizing I have to grip the desk I’m leaning on to keep from kneeling on the floor. I groan her name and she takes me in deeper.

She sucks me, bobbing her head up and down, and I realize there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her. She’s on her knees but I’m the one who would bend to her will. Maybe I can’t give her the love she deserves, but I can give her the family she wants, and anything else that will make her happy.

I watch Raphael taking off his jacket and put it on one of the armchairs in the bedroom. We didn’t last long in his office. Once we opened the pent-up dam of physical attraction between us, we can’t stop. We need more and we need the privacy of our bedroom to get what we want.

He unbuttons the cuffs of his white crisp shirt. He never takes his gaze from mine as he unties his tie and puts it over the jacket. It’s a slow deliberate gesture that makes me want to crawl to him and take his cock in my mouth like I did not even half an hour ago. The salty taste of his manhood still lingers on my tongue. I’ve never been a fan of oral sex, but there’s a satisfying feeling filling my chest at having such a powerful man at my mercy.

He slowly unbuttons his shirt and drops it on the floor. He strolls barefoot over to the bed where I am seated and stares at me. The bedroom is dimly lit, but I can see the defined muscles of his chest and abs. He is gorgeous in the most drool-worthy way. Everything about him is breathtaking, from his beautiful face and tanned skin to his sculpted body. Everything makes me want to nip, lick, and suck until he comes again. He’s still in his trousers and boxer briefs, unfastened and lowered on his hips. He is drop-dead sexy.

“Are you not undressing?” he asks me with a smirk.

“I was enjoying the view.” I coyly smile back.

He rests his hand on my jaw and grazes my lower lip with his thumb. I dart out my tongue, lick it and suck it in my mouth. I love seeing his eyes widen and his jaw clench. I whimper a bit when he moves his fingers from my face to lower them around my neck. He squeezes, just a bit, making my heart flutter in my chest. He feels it. He feels the blood pumping in my veins faster than before. He stares at the spot on my neck where my heartbeat is stronger, then he raises his eyes on mine and smiles mischievously.

He kneels in front of me and start to undress me slowly, from my shirt to my panties, taking his time to remove my clothes and enjoy the view. He reaches out one hand and presses a finger between my folds. I’m so wet he slips inside me without resistance, and I moan when he bends his knuckle just a bit to tease me.

“You really are enjoying the show,” he whispers, pressing his mouth against my bare breast and sucking on a nipple.

“Yes,” my answer comes out like a whine.

He sucks again and I moan. He bites and I groan. He fucks me lazily with his fingers, slowly building my orgasm but never bringing me to the peak. I move my hips, seeking the contact I’m craving to get this pleasure going but he draws back his hand.

I open my eyes and frown at him. He chuckles, standing up and lowering his trousers and boxers, discarding them on the floor. He grabs my wrist and drags me toward him. I stand up and follow him to the other side of the room: I don’t know what he wants to do, but when he puts one of the armchairs in front of the full-length mirror, I get an idea.

“I want a show too,” he whispers in my ear before sitting down on the chair he just moved, facing the mirror. I look at his reflection, his erection resting on his stomach, his legs sprawled and his gaze on my naked body. It’s the most erotic thing I have ever seen and I don’t want to miss a second of it.

I sit on his lap, my back resting against his chest, my legs outside his. His chin rests on my shoulder and when I look in the mirror, I’m on full display. My wet, glistening pussy begs his attention.

“You are gorgeous,” he whispers in my ear, looking me in the eye through the mirror. “You’re so perfect I can’t keep my hands off you.” He slips his fingers between my folds, playing with my clit.

My breath catches in my throat, and a moan escapes my lips when he starts stroking slowly between my legs and pinching my nipple with the other. I push my hips against his hand, seeking pleasure, and rubbing my butt against his thick shaft. He pushes a couple of fingers inside me and picks up speed while looking at me.

“I want you inside me,” I moan, and his eyes heat up with lust.

He pushes me away enough to raise my ass and position his hard cock against my entrance. We both look entranced while his thick erection sinks slowly but steadily into my wet pussy. I groan at the fullness of my inner core, at the pleasure of his cock hitting the right spot inside me.

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