Page 81 of Rio
“Then take them off.”
That’s a dare if ever I heard one.
Chapter 24
RAQUEL
I stripped down, and I’m only wearing my bra and tank, in front of Rio.I’m completely naked from the waist down.
A part of it is me needing to push the boundaries.I want to see how far he goes, because we both want this.We’re stuck together tonight, and the truth is, I was uncomfortable in my shorts and I would have taken them off had he not turned up.I held out as long as I could, but I saw the hunger in his eyes as he looked at me and now that fate has thrown us together again, maybe I should heed what it’s trying to tell me.
I’m a woman with a healthy appetite; it’s my inability to trust that causes problems and makes me hold back.But when there’s something I want, I go for it.
With Rio I’ve held back because it scares me just how perfect he could be for me, despite who he is.Now he’s here.He came looking for me, and he probably saved my life.
Maybe this was meant to be.I don’t know if we’ll ever get another chance like this again, and we’ve had a fair few already.
So I decided to make the first move.Even though he’s charming, flirtatious and cocky, and he gives off dangerous vibes with the way he struts around, he’s a gentleman at heart.He’d never make the first move.
So, I had to.
I peeled off my shorts and my panties because I was desperate for him to see me, and when he looked tortured enough, I knelt back on the floor so he couldn’t see much.Just enough to tease him.Sure enough, he announces that his pants are feeling tight on him too.
I tell him to take them off.
It’s like we’re daring each other slowly.Inching forward in this slow tango of ours that started on that hot night in São Paulo.He kicks off his sneakers, then takes off his shorts, and then his boxer briefs.
I let out a small moan.The flickering lamplight illuminates his breathlessly large cock, which promptly springs to attention now that it’s free.I reach for him, my thumb stroking his slick tip, as I watch his face contort in pleasure.
A shiver darts through me.I feel a slickness between my legs.
All I want to do is take him in my mouth and suck long and hard, the way I’ve dreamt about for months.He met my challenge.He’s completely naked now, as he sits down beside me.
“It’s always a stripping game with us, isn’t it, princesa?”
“Seems to be.”
“And yet you’re still wearing something,” he murmurs.
That’s all it takes.
Lifting my arms, I peel off my tank top, then, with my eyes fixed on him, I unhook my bra from behind.The instant relief makes me sigh.Rio lunges forward, his mouth closing over my breast like he’s been starving for it.He groans as he sucks greedily.
The first pull of his mouth makes my breath hitch, and when a low, greedy rasp rumbles from him, vibrating against my skin, heat surges through me.My fingers tangle in the thick, dark tufts of his hair, and I grip just enough to tell him I like this.That I want more.
The more he sucks, the wetter, hotter, more undone I feel.
He shifts, his free hand sliding up to my other breast.His palm curves over it, full and warm, kneading gently before teasing my nipple between his fingers.They’re full, perfectly rounded, and high; I’ve always been proud of them, but seeing the way his eyes darken—seeing the way he worships them, makes me desperate for more.I need all of him.
“Fuck, I needed that.”He doesn’t even look up at me, he’s so mesmerized, and then he latches onto my other breast and sucks—teasing my nipple over his teeth, biting just enough to make me gasp.
I arch into him, tugging his hair, desperate for him to take more, to claim more.I’m so hot, so turned on, and have been for so long now, that when his hand slides between my legs, a low, primal noise rumbles from deep in his chest, like a man about to go wild on me.
“Raquel …” I love the way he says my name, like he needs me, like he’s desperate for me.He’s working both his hands; one tweak my nipple while the other slides over my folds.He sucks hungrily at my breast, and it’s the most exquisite sensation, being taken care of like this.Pleasure shoots through my veins, and I let out a low moan.I’m so wet, dripping with want.I reach for his cock, and give it a gentle tug before sliding my thumb around the wet tip.He shudders in approval, stiffening some more, then he groans, low and feral.He’s loving this.He’s loving thisa lot.My fingers wrap around him, and I stroke his cock, stopping every now and then to slide my thumb along his wet tip.He jerks involuntarily.I love that I can make him feel this.
We stay like that, giving and receiving pleasure simultaneously, but when his fingers hook inside me, a wave of pleasure darts me and I stop, letting it pulse, while I pant slowly, trying to not come undone so fast.I’ve been so wound up with frustration over this man, and now I’m so close to coming, embarrassingly so.
“So soon, princesa?”His teasing voice is a whisper in my ear.
