Page 54 of The Senator: Raphael

I push on his thighs to raise up a bit and then lower myself on his shaft in a steady rhythm. The image of my breasts bouncing, his hand rubbing my clit, and the other one tightening around my neck, makes my orgasm build at lightspeed. When I’m on the verge of exploding, Raphael applies more pressure on the sides of my neck, reducing the oxygen flowing to my brain. His eyes never leave my face, looking for any sign that I don’t like him playing this dangerous game. But I don’t stop him. I trusted him with my life when I agreed to be at his side, I know he won’t hurt me.

I completely abandon myself to his mercy and go off like a firecracker. The orgasm is so intense my pussy clenches around his thick cock ramming inside me. He slams his hips against my ass, chasing his own orgasm, and when he comes with a groan, he releases my neck and bites my shoulder.

My legs quiver from the effort, my lungs expand trying to catch enough breath, my heart hammers in my chest as it pumps blood in my ears. I’m exhausted and shivering but I’ve never felt so much pleasure in my life.

Raphael grabs my chin and makes me turn toward him. I look him in the eyes for the first time since he pulled me in front of the mirror and the softness in his expression is so sweet, I smile. He sticks his fingers in my hair and drag my lips to his for a long intense kiss that tastes of promises.

I rest the back of my head on his shoulder and turn to watch us in the mirror. I’m still on display for him, his softening cock slipping out of my wet pussy. My wetness combined with his release slips down the crack of my butt, making the sight dirty and erotic, but also raw and real. This is us, far from perfect, but honest to the bones.

Raphael squeezes his arms around my waist and kisses my shoulder, then helps me stand up and walk to the bed where we crawl under the blankets and I fall asleep wrapped in his arms.

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When I wake up in the morning, I feel Raphael’s grip around my waist. We’re still naked from last night and the erection pressing on my backside tells me he likes us lying together like this. His breathing is still slow and steady and I’m enjoying the sensation of a warm body pressed against my back.

It’s been a long time since I’ve slept with someone. Not sexually, but really sleeping with a guy after making love. In the last eight years, I’ve dated and had some one-night stands, but never woke up the morning after wrapped against the man I slept with. It’s a foreign feeling I don’t fully understand, but it’s nice and I’m not complaining.

“Good morning,” Raphael’s raspy, sexy voice graces my ears.

“Good morning,” I whisper back.

His grip around my waist tightens and he snuggles against my back, kissing my neck just below my ear. I shiver in pleasure, and I can feel him smile against my shoulder.

“Good to know.” He chuckles and kisses my naked skin again.

I turn around to face him and get lost in his intense green eyes. I study his face, trying to gauge any signs of regret, but there are none. His face is relaxed, a smile slightly curving his lips. His hair is sticking out every which way, and I’ve never seen someone so sexy in the morning.

“What are you thinking?” he asks, caressing the side of my face. I enjoy his touch and briefly close my eyes, indulging in the pleasant feeling warming my chest.

“I was trying to figure out if you regretted this.” I open my eyes to see his reaction to my words.

His forehead crinkles a bit to match his puzzled expression. “No, why should I?”

“I don’t know. It was an emotional night and I don’t know if you’re feeling the same today, without all the confessions and the tears.”

It’s easy to be honest with him. He’s so straightforward with the people around him that he trusts, I feel like I can talk to him without having to interpret his reactions. He is completely different from his public persona. When he becomes senator—because there’s no doubt he’ll be elected—he could say he murdered ten people with a straight face and somehow it would have a positive spin. He’s a natural politician and it’s a good thing he’s got a kind heart and honorable intentions, or we’d all be screwed. If he was the villain in this story, we’d all fall for him.

“I don’t regret it. Nothing that happened was something I didn’t want. Are you regretting it?” There’s a confidence in his question that I envy. He’s not second guessing his actions or even wondering if I liked it or want to back out. He asks it like no woman in her right mind would refuse a second round with him.

And that’s probably what happens on a regular basis when someone jumps in his bed. The way he tightened his hand around my neck without hurting me but intensifying my orgasm requires a lot of confidence and knowledge. It shows both a desire to pleasure the woman and a craving for control. It perfectly sums up Raphael—his drive to be the best at helping other people.

“No. I’m not the kind of person who jumps into something without thinking about the consequences. I wanted it and I’m sure about that.” The firmness in my voice is convincing enough to make his smile widen.

“I believe that. I don’t know if it’s what happened to you or if your parents raised you this way, but sometimes you’re so levelheaded I wonder if you’re even human,” he chuckles.

“I’ve always been that girl who does the right thing, but what happened to me intensified my need to overthink things. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed.”

His expression sobers up and his face becomes almost solemn. “You were brave to testify against him. Not a lot of people would risk doing something like that, knowing their life would be so disrupted. It takes a lot of courage and selflessness to decide to put aside your own needs and do the right thing.” The pride in his words makes me want to hide my face in the pillow so he can’t see me blushing.

“I don’t feel so brave. I’m always looking back second guessing my decisions. Like yesterday, for example. I thought someone was staring at me outside the school, but it turned to be just a father picking up his son.”

He frowns. “Someone staring at you? Did you feel threatened?” There is caution in his tone.

“At first, yes. I freaked out a bit, but I couldn’t let on that I was having a panic attack. Then he picked up one of the kids and I relaxed. It was just a weird feeling, that’s it. It’s happened in the past, and the fear probably returned because I’m in the spotlight now. You said your men haven’t seen anything weird these last few months, right?”

He nods. “They reported nothing unusual, and they’re being extra cautious, but I’ll check with them. Did you tell anyone?”

I think back to the conversation, or argument, I had with Matthew and I cringe inside. I don’t know what he’ll tell Raphael about it. “Matthew knows, but he didn’t see the guy.”

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