Emery
My breath left me in one long whoosh. How in the hell had Rafael Cruz stayed celibate for two years? He was talking about going wild and all I could think about was how badly I wanted that.
“Give me the beast, Rafe.”
“You think you’re ready for all the things I want to do to you?”
My eyes widened as I gulped and nodded. “Yes.”
Sitting back, he held out his hand to me. “Show me that, then. Take your clothes off, Miel.”
If he’d thought for even one moment that I’d hesitate, he was quickly proven wrong. I studied his reaction like there’d be a test later as I reached behind me, unhooked my bra and dropped it to the floor. Without pausing, I undid the snap and zipper of my shorts. Hooking my fingers into the sides of my lace underwear, I pulled them down along with the shorts, leaving myself naked in front of him.
“Dios ayúdame,” he rasped as he gripped my hips and brought me closer.
I let out a little shriek when he lifted me up and dropped me on the couch so that I was on my back. His eyes bore into mine as he lifted my left leg and put it on the back of the couch. “Don’t close your legs,” he growled before he started kissing his way down my stomach.
I shivered when he reached my pubic bone because I could feel the heat of his breath so, so close to where I wanted him. When he set his nose against my smooth mound I damn near combusted. “You smell so fucking good,” he said.
When he lifted his head and looked at me the hunger I saw in his eyes made me even wetter than I already was. “Use your fingers to spread your lips. Show me what’s about to be mine, Emery.”
My fingers shook—not because of fear, but because of pleasure—as I did as he instructed. “Even your pussy is perfect,” he said, his voice ragged. “So wet for me, Miel. I’m going to eat your little cunt until you come all over my tongue.”
My body was bowstring taught, the need for him to do what he’d said so overwhelming it felt as though I’d shatter at the slightest touch. I’d expected him to start aggressively, but when his tongue slid against my clit for the first time, he did it with such tenderness that I felt treasured. No one had ever touched me in a way that made me feel proud of my body—of my sex—until Rafe. Nothing was dirty or wrong. Nothing was off-limits. I wanted his mouth, his tongue, his fingers, and, eventually, his cock.
When he gripped the sides of my hips and guided me against his mouth, I whimpered. “My Miel,” he whispered against me. “Mine.”
And then, he aggressively began tracing my clit with his tongue, swirling it this way and that as he ate me like he’d been created expressly for that purpose. I took my hand away as my back arched off the couch, my fingers sliding into his hair to hold on as he worshipped my clit. His actions didn’t allow me to hold anything back, the fake noises I’d made during past encounters giving way to moaning, pleading, whimpering and, at one point, a keening wail that I’d never, ever expected to hear coming out of me. There was no quiet to my desperation, only a life-altering need for more.
The vibration when he growled against my clit almost made me come. When he lifted his head and met my eyes, I knew I’d never forget the way he looked at me. If I lived to be ninety-nine years old I knew I’d remember the way the expression on his face made me feel.
I whimpered when he slid two fingers inside me, the stretch enough to make me gasp.
“I knew you’d be fucking tight,” he rasped. “Your little pussy is begging to be full of my cock and I’m going to give it to you, but I need to work you up to it. You’re wet enough to take it but you’re so tight it might hurt you.”
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered as he started to rub my clit with his thumb. “Rafael,” I panted as my pussy clenched around his fingers as they moved in and out.
He groaned as he buried his face between my legs again, his fingers moving faster as he suckled my clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue over the hood.
“Please, oh, please,” I begged, my hips shamelessly shifting up to meet his tongue over and over again.
He stopped thrusting his fingers in and out and began rocking them— lightning fast— against a spot inside the front of my pussy, and that was when I lost it. His tongue and fingers sent me off into the stratosphere with such intensity I was barely cognizant of reality. “Rafael!” I wailed as my body convulsed. I had no other words, just cries and moans as he kept up the sensational rocking of his fingers against what I knew had to be my g-spot while his tongue attacked my clit.
I came again, right on the heels of the first one, my body shaking as he worked me over in ways I’d never imagined. “God, Rafael,” I cried. His tongue slowed to a swirl as he brought me down. When he stopped moving his tongue he looked up into my eyes as he pulled his fingers almost all the way out before he pushed them back in.
He did it over and over again, and all the while his gaze never left mine. Not even when he slid his fingers out entirely before he added another finger and began to push them back in. The fit was much tighter and I bit my lip as he worked all three fingers inside.
“Open for me, Miel. Lift your foot from the floor, put your hand behind your knee and hold it against your chest.”
I did it as his fingers kept going deeper. I let out a long moan as I pulled my knee to my chest and realized why he’d asked me to do it. It left me even more open to him as I tilted my hips up a bit at the same time.
“Good girl,” he praised.
My heart felt like it would explode. I felt like if I didn’t get him inside of me soon I’d explode.
“Rafe, please. Let me feel you.”
He groaned as he moved his fingers faster. “You think you’re ready for me?”
I nodded as my sex clenched around his fingers. “I’m ready,” I panted. “I want you inside of me.”
“Come around my fingers one more time and I’ll fill you up with cock.”
He leaned in and kissed my clit as he began moving his fingers faster. The way he did it was so powerful that I felt like my body wasn’t really mine anymore. At some point, it had become his, and he knew exactly how to work it. The sound of his belt coming undone followed by the zipper of his shorts told me he was getting naked and that alone was enough to send me over.
“I’m coming,” I wailed.
I was still riding the high when he pulled his fingers out and stood up. I held my breath as he dropped his shorts and briefs in one fluid motion before straightening back up. Words left my head in a rush as I stared at his body in wonder. He was beautiful from head to toe in clothes, but naked he was a form of art. My sex clenched at the sight of his thick and perfect cock. Fisting it in his hand he rubbed the dribble of pre-cum at the head into his shaft before he cleared his throat to get my attention. I licked my lips as he stared down at me with lust-filled eyes.
“You got your physical so you know you’re clean. I’ve had two physicals since I stopped having sex and I’m clean, too. I’m sure there are condoms in the bathroom but the truth is I don’t want to have anything between us, ever. Tell me you want the same thing, and that you’re on birth control,” he said in a tight-sounding voice.
I nodded. “I’m on the pill and I want you without anything between us,” I replied.
He groaned as he came down over me and settled between my spread legs. I hadn’t noticed before but up close, I realized he was trembling. Cupping his face between my hands, I met his eyes. He held my gaze as he reached between us and rubbed the fat head of his cock against my sex. When I let out a moan, he started pushing inside. He was right when he’d warned that it would be a tight fit. Without him preparing me the way he had, it probably would’ve been painful. My body opened up to him slowly as inch by inch of his thick length worked its way inside me. He alternated looking in my eyes and staring down at where we were joined, his breath coming in harsh gusts as he watched.
“Te sientes tan jodidamente bien,” he groaned.
Not understanding everything he’d said I asked, “I feel what?”
“So fucking good,” he answered as he sank in to the root.
Overfull had never felt so good. Wrapping my legs around him, I held on tight as he leaned in to kiss me. For as out of control as I knew we were both feeling, the kiss he gave me was reverential and so damn sweet I wanted to cry.
My hands gripped at his back when he started thrusting in and out. The movements were slow and precise, and I knew it was because he was letting me get used to his size. I whimpered into his mouth when his cock touched something deep, deep inside of me, my pussy quivering and clenching around him while I grew impossibly wetter. Tearing his mouth from mine, he looked down at me with wild eyes.
“I told you what would happen if you let me have you tonight. I hope you’re ready to be fucked because my control just snapped,” he growled.
I nodded as I scratched my nails gently down his back. “Give me the beast.”
He let out a tortured groan as he put his hands behind my knees. “Unlock your ankles,” he ordered.
The instant I did he pushed my legs back so that they were closer to my chest. Using them as leverage, he started thrusting in and out faster and harder, my gasps and moans egging him on as he kept going.
“Eres mío,” he rasped, telling me in Spanish that I was his.
It was crazy, it made no sense, but I knew he was right. I also knew something else.
“También eres mío,” I choked out as best I could, telling him that he was mine, too.
My words seemed to let loose something inside of him. He went from fucking me fast to fucking me hard and fast, the rhythm one I’d never imagined could be sustainable, much less pleasurable. Apparently, my imagination sucked because it was both and then some.
“Such a perfect, tight little cunt,” he gasped as he pounded into me.
“Rafael,” I whimpered.
I cried out in disappointment when he pulled out, but that cry quickly turned into a gasp when he flipped me over to my knees and slid right back in. At that angle he was even deeper, the pleasure of his punishing thrusts so intense that I felt light-headed.
“No puedo parar, no puedo parar,” he chanted, telling me that he couldn’t stop as he fucked into me so hard I knew I’d feel him for days.
When he reached around and started rubbing my clit it felt like a part of my brain had gone into pleasure overload. “Fuck me,” I cried, “oh, Rafe, please!”
I screeched in annoyance when he pulled out and flipped me over onto my back again. “Need your eyes, Miel,” he explained as he pushed back in. “Rub your clit while I fuck you deep. Show me how good you look when you come with my dick in you.”
Putting my hand between us, I slid my fingers against my clit and moaned as pleasure coursed through my body.
“Look at me,” he pleaded. “Don’t stop looking at me.”
“Too much,” I cried as I clenched around him.
“Emery, fuck,” he hissed. “Come for me, Miel. Come.”
With my eyes locked on his I came, crying out as he powered into me. When his thrusts grew frenzied, I knew he was right there.
“Come inside me,” I murmured.
He groaned, buried himself deep and called out my name as his cock jerked inside of me. The feeling of his hot seed filling me up was so intense it made me shiver. He tucked his face into my neck and I held on as he pulsed inside of me.
“Emery,” he murmured against my neck. “Mine.”
What Rafe and I had done was more intimate than anything I’d ever experienced before by about a mile. I knew I would never forget the feeling of him spilling himself inside of me, ever. The connection I felt with him was astonishing, and I thoroughly enjoyed basking in it during the minutes that followed. He murmured compliments to me, telling me how good I felt and how nothing had ever been so right.
There wasn’t any kind of awkwardness when he pulled out and carried me into the bathroom, where he left me to clean up. While I was busy in the master bath, he went and used the powder room to do the same. When I opened the door from the bathroom to the bedroom a few minutes later he was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing nothing but his boxer-briefs. I was clad in one of the super fluffy designer robes that hung in the bathroom.
When he held open his arms, I walked right into them, sighing against his chest as he wrapped himself around me. “Tired?” he asked.
“Mm hm.”
“Just to be clear, I’m not going anywhere unless you tell me to, so if you don’t want me in that bed with you tonight, speak now.”
Tilting my head back, I smiled up at him. “I want you to stay. Let me put on a nightie first.”
He nodded and let me go so I could do just that. After putting on a pair of panties and a short cotton nightgown, I crawled into bed with the sexiest man I’d ever seen in my life. When he wrapped his arms around me and held me against him I damn near swooned. Snuggling in, I closed my eyes and passed right out.