Chapter Twenty-Two

~Rafael~

Our lips pressed against each other, tongues flicking, teeth nipping, hands exploring. It was all heat and passion, threatening to burn us both to a cinder.

But damn, did I love the burn!

I gripped her hips and pulled her upwards, allowing her to wrap her legs around my waist once more. It was a familiar echo of how our last tryst has started, but I didn’t intend for it to end the same way. No, this time was going to be much different. I was going to take my time and thoroughly ravish every single bit of her body.

I carried her to my room, setting her down gently on my bed. The blue, satin sheets looked perfect against her pale, milky skin. But there wasn’t nearly enough of her perfect, porcelain body showing. Reaching down to her, I grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it upwards, revealing her bit by bit.

I could see the goosebumps rising along her skin as the cold air caressed her, but soon I would be warming her up myself. I gently pushed her back until she was resting flat and knelt over her.

I started at the top of her waistband, slowly kissing upwards along her middle. Her skin was so incredibly soft and smelled faintly of honey and spice. God couldn’t have made a more alluring woman if he had tried, and I was ready to celebrate his creation.

She let out an angelic little sigh as I reached the top of her ribs. I could feel her tensing, waiting for me to caress her soft, enticing breasts, but I wasn’t ready yet. I wanted this to last.

I skipped above them, trailing kisses long her collarbone, occasionally scraping my teeth against the sensitive flesh there. Once the skin was all flushed a light pink, I moved up her neck and to her jaw.

McKenna whined, her finger nail scraping along my back. That spurred me onward and finally, my fingers went to the shoulder straps of her bra.

I locked eyes with her as I flicked one off of her, then the other. From there, it was easy to pull the cups down until her pink, pert nipples were freed.

My fingers flicked over them first, causing her to arch up into me. I loved how responsive she was, how her full, slightly swollen lips parted in a wanton gasp. I loved the way her body reacted, flushing all sorts of colors at my ministrations.

I teased her for several minutes, drawing those dulcet sounds from her, before finally enclosing my mouth over one of those dusky peaks.

McKenna gasped again, and I swore I almost tore through my pants then and there. Did she have any idea what she did to me? I had never been so intensely attracted to one woman and I swore it was driving me to a level of pleasure that bordered on insanity.

And maybe I was crazy, but who cared! I certainly didn’t. The only thing that mattered was this moment, between her and I.

My tongue worked her over, ramping up the sounds from her, and I could see the sweat starting to build up on her brow. If her body was already this effected, I couldn’t wait to see how she would react to what I had planned.

I moved to her other nipple, giving it equal treatment, while one of my hands slid downward. I let my fingers walk slowly, traipsing down her form until I reached the waistband of her sweats. There, I let my fingers wrap around it and tug it down until I had access to her center.

My hand hovered over her for a moment, and I could feel her arching up towards me, begging me for satisfaction. But instead of burying my fingers in her like I so desperately wanted, I instead stroked the inside of her thigh, making her whine as I caressed the sensitive skin there.

She was so cute when she pouted, her hands trying to find me and to force me to go where she wanted me to. But I was the one in charge here, I would be the one setting the pace and deciding what I touched and when I touched it.

I traveled up her other thigh, really drawing it out, making her shiver with anticipation. It wasn’t until she was thoroughly a pent-up ball of sexual tension that my hand finally found her center.

My long fingers slid against the cotton fabric of her panties, more than pleased to find that they were completely soaked.

“You want me that badly, huh?” I asked, voice a low growl.

“I do!” She mewled, trying to lift her hips to press them further into my fingers. “Please, touch me.”

“I am touching you,” I whispered, letting my fingers just barely slide against her again.

“More,” she gasped, her desperation more than audible. “And harder. God, I need you!”

Who was I to refuse a lady?

Pulling the fabric to the side, I finally let my digits slide between her folds, taking care to focus on the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her womanhood. She was so slick, and so warm for me already that it took all of my strength not to thrust into her right then and there.

But that would end things far too soon for my liking. No, I had a plan, and it involved her thighs clamped around my head while she screamed her orgasm to the world.

Once I was sure that she was thoroughly warmed up, I slid my fingers in, feeling her velvety walls clamp down around me.

I focused my thumb on her clit while my fingers worked her over, drawing out gasps and groans. She murmured my name, she cried to God, she even sang to the good lord himself, but I didn’t stop until I felt her clench around my fingers and arch up to the sky.

“Oh God, Rafael! Rafael!”

“That’s right,” I said, loving the feel of her. “Ride it out for me, baby.”

And ride it out she did, lasting for several moments until she finally collapsed back onto my bed, breathing hard but sounding satisfied.

But I wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot. I gave her a few seconds to breathe and for her womanhood to recover from the bliss I sent through it, before kneeling between her legs and sealing my mouth over her.

She practically jumped out of her skin, her knees barely missing my face, but I kept on. My tongue flicked against her, tasting her delicious sweetness, while my fingers worked at whatever my mouth couldn’t reach.

I listened to how she responded. What made her cry out, what made her whimper, what made her wrap around me like a pretzel. It was like my own personal symphony, drawn out of her body with myself as the conductor.

And what a show it was.

It didn’t take long for me to work her to the brink again. I could feel her legs trembling and seeing the softness of her abdomen starting to tense. I gripped her thighs and put each of them on my shoulders, allowing me a new angle to my access.

That new position seemed to do the trick, because within minutes her thighs were squeezing against either side of my head, just how I wanted them to.

Her screams were even louder as she came again, filling my entire apartment with the sounds of her orgasm. I couldn’t deny the pride that surged through me at each and every note that came out of her mouth, proving that I knew just how to bring her to the brink of ecstasy and then over.

When I finished, and she was finally returning to Earth in a listless gasp, I stood to wipe my face. My plan was to get both of us a glass of water so McKenna could have a break, but I didn’t quite get that far. I turned to go, only to have her grab my own waistband and pull me closer.

“Your turn,” she said, a mischievous glint to her eyes.

My turn indeed.