When he knew damn well that there wasn’t a woman alive who’d refuse him, she understood, particularly with the hot, hard arc of his massive erection advancing the offer. Pressing gently into her belly, reminding all her fomenting carnal impulses of the wild orgasmic payoff he so easily delivered.
“Am I supposed to say yes?”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Are you?”
“I thought you were in a hurry,” she said, a noticeable restiveness in her words.
He almost smiled at her willful evasion; not that a little friendly tutelage wasn’t going to make her more agreeable. But in the meantime, he had no complaints. She was hotter than hot. “You sound breathless,” he whispered, bending his head and kissing the fluttering pulse in her throat. “Does it turn you on—the novelty of uncharted territory—no protection, all the barriers down?” He smoothly slid his middle finger down her pulsing cleft, drew it back over her slippery softness, then lifted his head and lightly touched the pad of his finger to her lips.
She shivered, her body jolted by his touch.
“I’d say that’s a yes.”
He lifted one brow at her dazed look, raised his finger to his mouth, and licked. “One more time just to make sure?”
When he gently pressed her clit, she stifled a cry as a hot, flaring warmth raced through her senses and melted into a fiery pool of burning desire between her legs.
He watched the color rise in her cheeks, his thumb resting lightly on her pulsing nub of engorged flesh. “Your jazzed little clit is talking to me even if you won’t,” he whispered, rubbing the pad of his thumb up and down the sensitive bundle of nerves before he gently flattened it.
She groaned, a soft, frantic greedy sound.
He raised his head. “Feel good?”
He was smiling at her, there were creases at the corners of his eyes, a small lift to his midnight-dark brows, an amiable openness in his gaze. He nuzzled the small bridge of her nose, then took her face in his hands. “Talk to me.”
She shook her head, her breathing shallow. “Rafe…”
There was both hesitancy and panic in her voice, a rare glimpse of unsureness in her eyes. He was just about to respond to the plea in her voice when she shoved her hands between them, swept them downward at warp speed, curled her fists around the swollen head of his dick, and in a sex-deprived frenzy squeezed—hard.
His breath hissed through his teeth.
“Oh, God.” She dropped her hands, looking almost as pained as he felt. “Did I—You know… are you…” Her voice trailed off.
He took a step back, glanced down, saw that his equipment was still in working order despite the crushing abuse, looked up, and smiled faintly. “We’re good. I think I still can have children.” His smile widened. “Obviously, you’re ready.”
“Just a little.”
Her sweet, downcast gaze was obscenely hot—as if she might be asking forgiveness, as if an act of submission wasn’t out of the question. His dick took notice in an indelicate and sizable display of lechery.
“Oh. My. God.”
It was the merest sound, tremulous and breathy—but it shot to the top of his list of best compliments ever. That his house guest was flushed, trembling, ravenously impatient, was a factor. That she radiated a rare compliance spoke to his own brute idiosyncrasies.
Catching her around the waist, he swung her off the floor. “Instant gratification, baby. Legs up.” Pressing her against the wall, he helped her circle his waist with her legs, quickly guided his dick to her throbbing sex, and smoothly entered her.
“Me first,” Nicole gasped.
Rafe tensed, then said smoothly, “No problem.”
His casual assurance shouldn’t set her teeth on edge, especially now when her body was laying out the welcome mat. Ignore it. “Just like that? Cool as ice?”
“Relax, tiger. Everything’s not a personal challenge. I can do it if I have to, that’s all.”
Like your dick is programmed after the millionth fuck?
As she opened her mouth to reply, Rafe cut off the discussion by giving her something else to think about—like penetrating a fraction more into her supertight, totally awesome, made-for-optimum-sensation body.
After waiting so long to feel the unprecedented skin-on-skin sensation, the degree of pleasure flooding her senses was epic and truly awesome. Rafe’s enormous erection, thick, hot, turgid, imprinted itself on every sleek surface and tremulous nerve ending, touched every feverish chord in her high-flying sensual spirit. She felt blissfully ravished, gloatingly indulged, and so spectacularly horny she wanted to say, You can own me if you want, lock, stock, and barrel. She didn’t, of course, because she was never so lost to reason; instead she whispered, “You feel really nice…”