His name staggered from her mouth in a desperate rasp that only intensified his hunger for her. His mouth sought out her release, needing to feel every muscle in her body convulse as his face was buried between her thighs, fucking her with his tongue.
Her hips rolled in rhythm with his tongue and he used his hands to anchor her to the bed, preventing her from aiding in her release. He wanted this all to himself. He wanted the gratification of making her give it to him. He wanted to claim her orgasm as his own.
She arched and bucked against his grip, trying desperately to find her release. She was there. So close. So close for him.
He dragged his teeth over her clit and latched on softly, then sucked her into his mouth. She cried out and he knew he had her. Thrusting two fingers inside her eager pussy, easily finding that smooth, round spot to hook into, he ravaged her clit with the forceful tip of his tongue. And she came. But he wasn’t going to let her come back down.
Making quick work of unbuttoning his jeans, he stepped out of them and opened the condom packet he’d managed to set aside on the bed.
He watched her eyes widen in appreciation as she followed his hand as it stroked up and down his hard cock. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip and her thighs fell to the side.
Her glistening pussy, slick and swollen from the orgasm that was still ricocheting through her body, beckoned him when she moaned at the sight of him hard and ready for her.
Positioning himself between her thighs, he sank balls deep into her in one effortless thrust. She was so tight, but so incredibly ready for him. She tightened around him, her body writhing as the ripples of her lingering orgasm undulated a fresh wave of pleasure.
He stilled inside her, relishing in the sweet way her pussy drew him deeply into her. Brushing his thumb across her lips once, he leaned down and kissed her. She opened up for him and he gently dove into the warmth of her mouth. The luscious taste of her lips mixed with the succulent taste of her arousal that remained on his tongue was intoxicating.
“I’m gonna fuck you slowly, gorgeous,” he warned as he pulled away from her kiss. She was breathless and eager as she lifted her hooded eyes to his.
“No . . . Rafe . . . I need it . . . uhn . . . I need it hard . . . now,” she moaned as he started his relentless pursuit.
Rotating his hips slowly, he withdrew from her, loving the way her body clung to him. “No, babe,” he said, pushing the tip of his cock back inside her. “I’m gonna fuck you slowly. I’m gonna fuck you softly. I’m gonna fuck you until you shatter around me, and then I’m gonna bring you down so slowly you’ll shatter all over again.”
• • •
If Fallon had known how to form words, she would have. But Rafe had stolen her thoughts.
His cock moved tortuously inside her. Their sweat-glistened bodies glided fluently against each other as he kept up his slow, tenacious tempo, thrusting and circling and pumping in and out of her.
The buildup of pleasure was unyielding and constant. She was riding a continuous surge of blissful release. She didn’t feel as if she could get any higher—it was as if she’d reached the numbing peak of pleasure and there was nowhere to go but back down. But then it happened again. It was unexpected and overwhelming and absolutely incredible.
She shattered.
Just as he’d promised. Her release splintered in imperceptible bursts of pleasure that ignited every nerve, tightened every muscle, stole every breath, fulfilled every desire. She shattered completely until she was positive there was no known way to reassemble the fragments of her elated body. But he did.
“Look at me, gorgeous,” he demanded, slinking his cock back, then gently plunging back inside. Her body arched, the sensations almost too much. “Babe,” he implored.
The strain in his voice penetrated through the hazy plane she was still floating on and she lifted her lids. The velvet in his eyes smoothed over her, the black flecks drinking her in as he held her gaze. He rose to his knees and she winced as his cock slid from her sensitive sex, but the emptiness was only momentary. He lifted her, then positioned her back onto him as he sat on the bed.
She cried out. Even if she’d wanted to reel in the sharp, pleasure-induced moan that unwound from her throat, she wouldn’t have had the strength.
“That’s it, gorgeous,” he encouraged as she started rolling her hips against him.
The fragments of her body started to mend as his cock stayed buried deep inside her. It was impossible. There was no way to feel this much—so much pleasure, so much desire. Fatigue was ripping through her as her spent muscle ached and her sensitive sex throbbed. But she couldn’t get enough.
“Slowly, babe. I want to feel every tremble you have to offer me.” His hands guided her above him, keeping his desired tempo, lifting her and rolling her onto him. “Fuck. Yeah, babe. Goddamn, you feel so perfect.”