Page 19 of Sugar and the Skeptic
I'm hot all over, and as he holds himself over me, thrusting and thrusting, a sheen of sweat coats his skin, and I’m reminded of my desire to run my tongue over the edges of his tattoos, the shallows between his muscles.
“Kiss me,” I gasp, my hands going to his shoulders and tugging him toward me.
He’s fast to oblige, shifting his angle and thrusting faster as our lips, tongues and teeth clash. I wrap my arms around his neck, moving my mouth to his shoulder and tasting the saltiness of his sweat. It does something to me and I cry out in ecstasy.
“Yeah, baby. Come for me again. I wanna feel you squeeze my dick so hard.”
He slams into me so hard I see stars, my mouth open as I gasp for breath and cry out as yet another wave hits, and I’m coming harder than I ever have in my life. “Raffffeeee!!!!!”
“Fuck. Yes. Come for me. Come for me. Yes.”
Flexing up on his arms, I continue crying in pleasure as he slaps into me harder, the sounds of hot, wet skin filling the air and rocking the bed against the wall.Thump, clap, thump.
“Oh god. Sugar,” he murmurs, his face contorting and his eyes losing focus with his release.
I can feel his dick pulsing deep inside me, my body humming around him, and both of us gasping, a tangled pile of slick limbs and satisfied smiles.
“Wow.” I place my hand against my forehead as he rolls off and lands on the bed beside me. “That isnothow it goes when I’m alone.”
He chuckles next to me. “Me either,” he says, placing a hand on my cheek and urging me to turn and face him. “Can I tell you something?”
“Yeah,” I gasp, nodding as I lean into his touch slightly.
“I’m in love with you, Clementine.”
My mouth breaks into a wide smile. “I’m in love with you, Rafe.”
The moment the words leave my mouth, his lips are on mine, inhaling deep as he kisses me in a way that feels different to the way he’s kissed me before. This one feels like he’s giving me something I’ve been looking for but never thought I’d find. It feels like the joining of our souls.
RAFE
Our tongues move together, tasting and teasing while we wait for the shower to heat up, the both of us ready to wash away a nightandmorning filled with sweaty sex and exploration of each other’s bodies and limits. I have to admit this has been one of the greatest experiences of my life. I’m not ready to go back to Whisper Valley yet. But when we do, you can bet I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure she stays there with me.
Stepping under the warm jet, we continue kissing as Clementine’s hand moves to my already hard cock. She gingerly takes it in her palm, becoming emboldened when I moan into her mouth and clench my fist in the back of her hair.
“Keep doing that.”
“Feel good?” she whispers, stroking me up and down my length.
“Mmm-Hmm. Feels amazin’.”
Grabbing the tiny bottle of body wash from the internal shelf, I break away from the kiss long enough to focus on tearing open the safety seal before I pour a little out and start lathering up this beautiful woman’s skin. Notes of citrus and frangipani fills the heated air, and she giggles for a moment, releasing my shaft then spinning in a circle so the soap from her body rubs onto mine.
“Sharing is caring,” she says, gliding the flats of her hands over my pecs, her fingers tracing around the petals of the rose tattooed on my chest. Then she lifts her pretty brown gaze to mine and glides her hand down, down, her soapy grip doing wonders as she glides her closed fist over my aching cock.
“What you do to me, Sugar,” I grunt, taking hold of her hips and pushing her up against the tiled wall. When I move my fingers around her thigh to return the favor, she presses her knees together and blocks me.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she tuts. “It’s my turn to watchyoucome undone.”
Bracing myself against the tiles, I watch as she slides down and kneels on the floor in front of me, letting the water run down my torso and wash the soap away before she flicks her pink tongue over the end of my cock then takes me in her mouth.
She hums with pleasure as she sucks me deep, her fist working my base while her swollen lips wrap tight around my girth. I moan as her tongue writhes on the underside, her head bobbing back and forth with sucks and pops as she picks up speed. I’m trying so hard not to push in past the point where she can handle it, but my god, I want to be inside her throat.
“Take it deep, baby,” I grunt, my free hand in her hair as my hips nudge forward.
Looking up at me with the sweetest expression in the world, she adjusts her grip and sucks back, my tip hitting the back of her throat like the good little girl she is. If I had to die right now, this’d be a glorious way to go, and as she continues her sucking and stroking, her eyes watering from the effort, I feel my balls draw up tight, my dick twitching and ready to let go.
“Open your mouth for me, Sugar,” I say, shifting my hand so it’s cupping her chin as she does exactly that, and I come all over her waiting tongue.
