Power and Possession(33)
Dragging himself back from a stunning glimpse of nirvana, he almost laughed. You had to give her credit. Nothing daunted her. Gazing down into the blue heat of her eyes, he smiled. “You should think about being more polite.”
“And you should think about moving,” she hissed, slamming her palm into his immovable chest.
“Like this?” He pressed forward an infinitesimal, carefully calculated distance more.
Her small hungry scream vibrated in the stillness.
“Feel good?” he whispered. “Want more? All you have to do is ask.”
“I’m thinking,” she muttered, when they both knew she wasn’t; when she was slick with desire, quivering and needy, her heartbeat so strong they could both feel it.
“Why don’t I help you decide.” Placing his hands on her hips, he splayed his fingers wide, held her firmly in place and slowly withdrew until the crest of his erection was nuzzling her clit. “Now, be a good girl and apologize.”
Her eyes flared wide, then narrowed into a glare while she momentarily weighed various unsatisfactory options.
Intent on making her decision easier, Rafe delicately massaged her throbbing clit with the head of his dick, sliding his swollen crest barely in, then out, around and around, incredibly gently, with the most refined pressure.
Oh my God, that felt good! She might just come with that lovely, glorious friction alone. No apology required. Oh, oh, oh, yesss! Shutting her eyes, she suppressed a blissful sigh.
“Uh, uh, tiger. Not gonna happen.” He slid back on his heels.
Her eyes snapped open at his sudden withdrawal. “Jesus, are you always a prick like this?”
“Do you always give orders in bed?”
She suddenly grinned. “Oh, shit, I’m just supposed to say yes.”
He snorted. “That’ll be the day. You argue about every goddamn thing.”
“Maybe you like to argue.”
He gave her a contemplative look from under his long lashes. “I never argue. Or at least I didn’t until you entered my life.”
“That’s because no one dares argue with you.”
He shrugged.
“There, see—I’m right. Maybe I bring some excitement into your life. Have you thought about that?”
“Jesus, baby, I have all the excitement I want, whenever I want it. Now, could we just please”—he sighed—“do this?” He grimaced. “Before I fucking explode.”
She gave a quick glance at his really explosive-looking dick, beautiful and colorful even through the stretched condom and really huge. “Okay.” She wrinkled her nose in a little bunny twitch. “Do I have to apologize?”
“Right now, I’ll fucking apologize if we can get this show on the road.”
“No need,” she said cheerfully, and, sitting up, she took his erection in her hands and falling back on the bed, brought him with her. “I’m guessing you can take it from here,” she murmured, placing the head of his dick against her throbbing pussy.
His smile was very close. “Good guess.”
She began climaxing the moment he entered her, her wild cry shattering the silence.
“Wait, wait,” he whispered, although he wasn’t sure she could hear him with the sheer volume of her scream. So he drove back into her lush body with feverish haste, intent on sharing the seething ecstasy. And as her clamorous pleasure cry filled his ears, the room, and the gardens beyond the open balcony doors, his orgasm surged through him like a tidal wave and, catching up with her, he climaxed in a ferocious ejaculatory rush so violent it ripped the air from his lungs.
She was shuddering afterward, hot, breathless, a luscious ache spiraling through her body, bathing her senses.
He gently rocked inside her, not quite willing to relinquish the rare, extravagant pleasure, wanting to prolong the tremulous bliss.
For hushed, roseate moments, the world disappeared, there was no past or future, only this inarticulate, primal aftermath of passion and the harsh rhythm of their breathing.
Rousing first, Nicole’s voice was a wisp of sound. “So did the earth move?”
Rafe’s eyes were shut, his breathing rough. “It—didn’t just—move.” His lashes lifted marginally, revealing a sliver of his golden gaze. “It fucking—blew up.” A smile slowly lifted the corners of his mouth. “So I’ll be… keeping you.”
Still in the grip of the blissful aftershocks, the world all warm and magical, she wasn’t inclined to be overly contentious. “Sure you can do that, big boy?”
“Oh yeah.” His grin was blatantly sexual, his lethargy replaced by a new resolve. “No doubt in my mind. And with that pleasant thought”—he began withdrawing—“we should talk to Aleix.”