aware of his looks—he made an excellent living by looking good—he lacked the vanity she’d expected to find. He didn’t fit in the world of glamour, which made him all the more intriguing, in her opinion.
“What are you smiling about?” Rafe crawled onto the bed on all fours and kissed her belly.
She ran her hand over his shoulder and down his sinewy arm. “How beautiful you are.”
“I’m handsome, Irish. This—” He gently bit her nipple. “This is beautiful. Matter of fact.” He ran his hand over her breasts, across her rib cage and down to the hollow by her hipbone, then slowly raked his fingers through her wet curls. “I can’t find one flaw on your body. ’Course I haven’t looked everywhere. Yet.” He smiled a wicked, I’m-going-to-eat-you-up smile.
She didn’t think she could get more turned on, but her body had other ideas. A vibration started deep inside, and her legs fell open as she thrust her hips up into his. She felt his hard cock jump against her belly, but when she reached to touch him, he pulled out of her reach.
“I won’t last a minute if you touch me, and there’s still so much to discover. Like the delicious, soft skin on the inside of your thigh.” He trailed his fingers over the inside of her thigh and before she could catch her breath, he put his moist mouth where his fingers had been.
She groaned. “You’re torturing me.”
“Good.” And slipped his tongue into her heat.
He barely flicked her nub with the hard tip of his tongue, and she came apart into a million pieces, digging her fingers into his arms, holding on to him for dear life.
“You’re so beautifully responsive. I could make love to you all night long.” He slid his fingers into her as he leaned forward and claimed her mouth, his tongue imitating his fingers.
“Please,” she croaked, not sure what she was asking for.
He rolled her onto her stomach and ran both hands down the length of her body, then back up to her ass. He squeezed both orbs, then moved each leg so her behind jutted up. Parting her thighs, he kissed the bottom of her spine, and followed it up to her neck.
She felt him, thick and hard, pressed against her. She mewled and rubbed herself against him, like an animal in heat. He laughed and bit the side of her neck as he covered her breasts with his hands. There wasn’t one part of her body he hadn’t touched, and every inch of her screamed for more.
“I love your body, Irish.” Cold air rushed over her as he pulled away. She heard foil rip but didn’t have the energy to turn around or even look over her shoulder. He’d reduced her to pure desire. She’d die if he didn’t finish what he’d started.
“I wish you could see yourself.” Parting her thighs, he ran a finger up and down her opening. “You’re wet and swollen. So beautiful.”
He replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock and entered her slowly from behind, her body opening to his, letting him in, accepting him.
“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”
She felt a tremble go through him as he pushed in the last inch. “No,” she sighed. He filled her completely. Not just him, but his smell, his hands on her, his powerful thighs imprisoning hers. He surrounded her, completed her.
She moved cautiously, not wanting to lose him. He grunted, and she realized he’d been waiting for her. “I’m okay,” she whispered. “Really.” She moved her hips. “Really.” He pushed back in. “Okay.”
He reached round, touched her and two seconds later she shattered around him as he started pumping into her. She took him deep inside, and just as she thought she might hit an all-time record for orgasms, he pulled out of her and flipped her over on her back and stretched out beside her.
He smoothed her damp, tangled hair off her forehead and kissed her temple.
“I’m so turned on, I got carried away. I wanted our first time to be romantic. Maybe we should slow things down.”
Damn him. She pushed back her
“What are you smiling about?” Rafe crawled onto the bed on all fours and kissed her belly.
She ran her hand over his shoulder and down his sinewy arm. “How beautiful you are.”
“I’m handsome, Irish. This—” He gently bit her nipple. “This is beautiful. Matter of fact.” He ran his hand over her breasts, across her rib cage and down to the hollow by her hipbone, then slowly raked his fingers through her wet curls. “I can’t find one flaw on your body. ’Course I haven’t looked everywhere. Yet.” He smiled a wicked, I’m-going-to-eat-you-up smile.
She didn’t think she could get more turned on, but her body had other ideas. A vibration started deep inside, and her legs fell open as she thrust her hips up into his. She felt his hard cock jump against her belly, but when she reached to touch him, he pulled out of her reach.
“I won’t last a minute if you touch me, and there’s still so much to discover. Like the delicious, soft skin on the inside of your thigh.” He trailed his fingers over the inside of her thigh and before she could catch her breath, he put his moist mouth where his fingers had been.
She groaned. “You’re torturing me.”
“Good.” And slipped his tongue into her heat.
He barely flicked her nub with the hard tip of his tongue, and she came apart into a million pieces, digging her fingers into his arms, holding on to him for dear life.
“You’re so beautifully responsive. I could make love to you all night long.” He slid his fingers into her as he leaned forward and claimed her mouth, his tongue imitating his fingers.
“Please,” she croaked, not sure what she was asking for.
He rolled her onto her stomach and ran both hands down the length of her body, then back up to her ass. He squeezed both orbs, then moved each leg so her behind jutted up. Parting her thighs, he kissed the bottom of her spine, and followed it up to her neck.
She felt him, thick and hard, pressed against her. She mewled and rubbed herself against him, like an animal in heat. He laughed and bit the side of her neck as he covered her breasts with his hands. There wasn’t one part of her body he hadn’t touched, and every inch of her screamed for more.
“I love your body, Irish.” Cold air rushed over her as he pulled away. She heard foil rip but didn’t have the energy to turn around or even look over her shoulder. He’d reduced her to pure desire. She’d die if he didn’t finish what he’d started.
“I wish you could see yourself.” Parting her thighs, he ran a finger up and down her opening. “You’re wet and swollen. So beautiful.”
He replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock and entered her slowly from behind, her body opening to his, letting him in, accepting him.
“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”
She felt a tremble go through him as he pushed in the last inch. “No,” she sighed. He filled her completely. Not just him, but his smell, his hands on her, his powerful thighs imprisoning hers. He surrounded her, completed her.
She moved cautiously, not wanting to lose him. He grunted, and she realized he’d been waiting for her. “I’m okay,” she whispered. “Really.” She moved her hips. “Really.” He pushed back in. “Okay.”
He reached round, touched her and two seconds later she shattered around him as he started pumping into her. She took him deep inside, and just as she thought she might hit an all-time record for orgasms, he pulled out of her and flipped her over on her back and stretched out beside her.
He smoothed her damp, tangled hair off her forehead and kissed her temple.
“I’m so turned on, I got carried away. I wanted our first time to be romantic. Maybe we should slow things down.”
Damn him. She pushed back her
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