Her senses were sharpened to ultimate alert, and she was aware of everything. His scent enveloping her, his hardness at her back, the warmth of his breath fanning over her throat, her own fingers flying over her flesh, the steady ache building within. In the reflection, her cheeks were flushed, lips parted and dark as if she had been kissed, nipples hard, cunny pink and glistening. She loved the sight of Rafe’s hands on her the most, so large and manly, yet touching her with such delicacy.
His left hand glided down her belly as she watched, then grazed over her inner thigh. He found her entrance and plunged two fingers deep inside her, crooking them forward until he found that exquisite place she had never known existed. As she continued pleasuring herself, he fucked in and out of her, bringing her swiftly to bliss.
She cried out, hunching forward, nearly toppling over at the ecstasy. He remained with her, gentling his thrusts, kissing her cheek and whispering words of love to her as he kept her from falling to the floor entirely. Gradually, the ferocity of her climax subsided. Rafe withdrew from her and turned her in his arms, taking her mouth in a slow, lingering kiss, his tongue dipping past her lips to slide against hers.
When he lifted his head, he was breathing as harshly as she was, his expression laden with so much desire and love that she wanted to burst. “Come to the bed with me, sweet. I want to lick you until you spend on my tongue.”
Persephone was feeling greedy. She wanted his release as much, if not more, than her own. He had already left her limp and sated from their play at the mirror.
She opened his banyan and pushed it from his broad shoulders, gratified when he stood before her, splendidly naked, his cock jutting high, a glint of moisture seeping from the crown. The urge to lap it up struck her.
She took him in hand, giving the velvety-smooth length a loving stroke. “I want you in my mouth.”
“Ah, God. You’ll be the death of me, wife.” But he was grinning as he kissed her swiftly once more b
efore taking her hands in his. “Come. I’ve an idea that will give us both what we want.”
He tugged her to the bed and they fell onto it together, kissing passionately, wrapped around each other, their bodies writhing. When he tore his mouth from hers once more, it was to roll away from her and settle on his back.
His big hands grasped her waist. “Turn around and get on your knees, lovely.”
Wondering what he was about, she did as he asked, allowing him to guide her until her back faced him and she rested on her knees on the thick, comfortable counterpane.
She glanced at him over her shoulder. “What are we doing?”
“I am going to eat your cunny, and if it pleases you to, you may also suck my cock.”
His words made her wetter still, so candid and forbidden.
All she could manage was a one-word response. “Yes.”
He positioned her so that she was astride him next, her bottom near to his face. The springy hairs of his chest tickled her inner thighs and the still-pulsing flesh of her sex. It was utterly scandalous.
He stroked her hips. “Give me your cunny, love. I can’t wait to taste you.”
The need in his voice banished any lingering shyness. She allowed him to help her shift, until…
Oh.
She rested atop him, her belly to his chest, and his tongue was flicking fast and hot and wet over her pearl. Rising toward her was his cock, thick and engorged and within perfect reach of her mouth. She took him in hand, gripping the base, and then lowered her head to run her tongue over his cock head. The taste of him filled her mouth. She flicked her tongue in lingering lashes, licking up every drop as he sucked on her, gorging himself on her cunny as if it were a feast and he was a starving man.
The wet sounds of him pleasuring her mingled with hers, filling the chamber. She took him deep into her throat on a moan, loving the way his hips jerked beneath her. Her ability to give him pleasure was a constant source of wonder to her, and his reaction to her efforts always served to heighten her own desire in return.
His tongue filled her, thrusting in and out as her cunny contracted around him. Already, she was close. He returned to her sensitive clitoris, delivering tender bites that had her riding his face and groaning around his cock. He was slick with her saliva and the precursor to his own spend. She took him deeper, wanting to make him as wild as he was rendering her, sucking and licking and pulling him to the back of her throat, which she knew always brought him so deliciously to the edge.
His hands traveled over her sides, her bottom, branding her, molding her to his touch. On a groan, he held her still for him to flutter little licks over her with gentle pulses before slowly fucking her with his tongue.
She came apart, her release shuddering through her with a violence that took her by surprise. Sparks of light danced behind her eyelids, and she moaned, her mouth full of him, his fingers kneading her hungry flesh as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her.
She was boneless, but still intent upon him finding his own release when he pulled her from him, arranging her limp and sated form on the bed. His lips shone with her juices, his cock beautifully erect as he settled between her thighs. She opened wide for him in invitation.
“Come inside me, Rafe.”
He gripped his shaft and aligned himself with her aching center. One thrust, and he entered her, the movement fast and sinuous. Leveraging himself on his forearms above her, he began a pace that was fast and furious and everything she wanted. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, body moving in time to his thrusts, urging him on.
She pulled his head down to hers, sealing their lips and sucking her own juices from his tongue. How good he felt inside her. How right. He reached to where they were joined, his fingers working over her pearl until she was coming again, clamping on his cock.
He moaned, his body stiffening, as he finally found his own release, the warm flood of his seed sending another rush of pleasure to her core. He remained where he was, their lips joined, his breathing as harsh as hers, his heart pounding against her breast.