Chapter Thirty-Three

~Rafael~

I was kissing the most beautiful woman in the world, the one I now knew I loved with all my heart, but my mind was still reeling from her revelation.

What a day, huh? Confronting her ex again, nearly beating him into a pulp, McKenna finding the strength to talk to the police and now we both knew that she was expecting our child.

And I knew it was mine. I had zero belief in my mind that she would ever try to trick me or sleep with another person while we were in a relationship. That bundle of cells inside of her was mine, for better or for worse.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered down to her, appreciating the red flush that crossed her cheeks as I did. Even after six months together, she still blushed like the beginning.

While I had certainly been shocked, the idea was already growing on me. Dom could use a sibling, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss looking down at his crib and imagining all the different ways he would grow up and take over my legacy but make it even better. The thought of another baby was certainly daunting, but also full of hope.

Perhaps it was a bit ironic that it took a bit of a crisis for me to have the epiphany that I wanted a family. That I had been longing for one ever since my separation from my ex and all of the pain that she put both me and Dom though, but had been too scared of going through that hell again to do anything about it.

It was decidedly strange to stare my own denial in the face and know how unequivocally wrong I had been. But what a way to be wrong, and what a way to find my truth.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” McKenna murmured back, her full lips curled into a coy smile.

God, I loved it when she smiles. That sexy mouth of her always seemed to promise so many things, sending pleasure rushing through my system at the thought. I couldn’t resist any longer and crashed my lips to hers once more. It was all fire and passion and dominance, with her responding in kind.

I settled down onto her meager mattress, held up by one of my elbows so that my muscled frame wouldn’t crush her soft, womanly form. Even though all I wanted to do was sink into her and feel her warm, inviting curves envelop me.

But all in good time. Soon her future would be full of morning sickness, swollen feet and an aching spine, so I wanted to give her all the worship and pleasure that she deserved while we still could. Not that I wouldn’t make sure that her every need was tended to while she was expecting, but I knew from my ex that sexual desire was a complicated one when another human was growing inside a woman.

But we would have plenty of time to figure everything out, from pillow positions to sore nipples. For now, I wanted to make her toes curl until she forgot her name and all of her troubles along with it.

I gripped her with my only free hand, letting my fingers sink into her flesh. She was far too clothed for my tastes, but that could be taken care of in time.

Once I was sure that her lips were fully and completely ravaged, I kissed down the side of her face, finding her jaw and nipping down its length.

She had a heart-shaped face, which fit her personality to a T, and I followed the curve of her face down to the soft point of her chin. Her skin was alabaster under my lips, with a strong hint of coral-pink blush. She couldn’t have been more perfect in Michelangelo had painted her himself and placed her on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.

From her jaw I went down her neck, leaving little love bites and hickies in my wake. I wanted her to remember this tomorrow, to have physical reminders of how much I desired her for at least a few days until they faded into only memories.

She sighed, a happy, contented sound, and more than a little breathless. Her hands glided down my back, her fingertips digging into the muscles at either side of my spine. It was like a slight massage, but one that stirred excitement in me rather than relaxation.

I pressed my hips forward, settling between her clothed thighs. I could already feel the heat of her center radiating through her pants, beckoning me closer. She was impossible to resist, not that I would ever want you.

“Don’t tease me, Rafael,” she whispered, voice lilting as I nipped my way down to the collar of her shirt. But teasing was exactly what I had in mind. I was going to wind that pleasure up so tight within her that it was like an explosion once it all escaped.

“You know you like it,” I said, my hands sliding up from her hips to go to the zipper of her uniform. She hadn’t even had time to change after work; I was sure she had to be tired, but I couldn’t see any exhaustion on her flushed face, so I kept on. If anything, I was sure this would help her get a very good day’s sleep.

“I like everything you do to me,” she countered, running her hand through my hair again. The motion sent tingles through my scalp and I laughed lightly. “But that doesn’t mean you have to be so mean about it.”

I pulled her zipper down just a hair, revealing the line of cleavage that escaped her tank top. I kissed it gently, feeling the softness of her skin against my face. “Oh, so I’m mean now, am I?”

“Positively cruel!”

I pulled the zipper down further, revealing the plain, white camisole underneath and the bra peeking out from beneath that. I kissed at the edge of the garments, moving in a straight line. “So, I should stop then?” I pulled up just enough to make it seem like I might actually halt, and she let out an indignant gasp, her arms wrapping around my shoulders and pressing me to her.

“Don’t you dare!”

I smirked down at her and the cute pout on her face, then peppered that same face with even more kisses until she was laughing and pushing me away. I still loved it when she giggled. Sex didn’t always have to be serious, or stern faced. It could be fun, and flirting and full of mirth. At least until my mouth was full of other things.

I went back to her zipper and finally pulled it the rest of the way down, ending just above the line of her panties. It was more difficult to pry it from her form that I thought it would be, but she lifted her hips and helped me out as best she could without getting up.

Once she was freed, I threw the garment into the corner of the room and looked back to her. She looked breathtaking there, laying across her graying sheets, hair splayed across her pillow, dressed only in her camisole, bra and blue, practical panties.

“I didn’t think you were coming over,” she said, blushing even harder. “If I had, I would have worn something… prettier.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said, letting my hand move down her frame until it was resting over the simple cotton covering. “They’ll be gone soon enough.”

I pressed down, cupping her center, and the gasp that escaped her mouth was absolutely perfect. She arched up into me, pressing herself against my hand, but I just pulled back so my presence was incredibly light, just a faint hint of pleasure that only whispered of what was to come.

“Rafael…” she whined again.

As much as I loved her whimper, I knew there was a line between tantalization and frustration, so I allowed a single finger to press down into the fabric, sliding just between her folds.

Another gasp and her fingers dug into my arms, trying to find a hold on me. I watched her face as her lips parted, her eyes closing slightly while her cheeks went from pink to almost-red. I pressed harder, increasing the length of my shirt, feeling her panties dampen already.

“God, Rafael…” she sighed, her hips still trying to rise to meet me.

“Yes, McKenna?” I responded cheekily, adding another finger.

“I… I want more.”

“You always do,” I shot back before finally pulling the fabric to the side and letting my fingers touch her slick flesh.

She hissed, and I nearly did too. She was already so warm, so wet for me. It would be so easy to just take off my pants and bury myself within her, but then everything would be over, and I couldn’t have that.

I stroked at her, focusing on the outside of her centers then slowly moving inward. I slid my fingers up and down her, but always stopped right before I touched that intense spot of nerves at her apex that she no doubt wanted me to press.

But even a saint like her could only wait for so long. She started to wiggle, and her whines grew more insistent, until finally I delved a finger into her awaiting cavern while circling my thumb directly around her clit.

“Holy shit,” she practically cried, her head lolling back into her pillows. I could already feel her clamping down around me, a beautiful and enticing precursor to the main event that was soon to come.

I smirked at my own internal pun, but kept going, curling my fingers within her so that I hit that sensitive spot inside of her walls while still stimulating that hot button of pleasure on the outside of her.

Her moans and gasps picked up in both tempo and volume until the neighbors were certain to hear what we were up to. But I didn’t care if they knew. I wanted the world to know how much she was mine and I was hers.

“Rafael, I’m close, I’m so close!”

Music to my ears. But after six months of being together, I knew that she needed a bit more to truly topple over the edge in the spectacular fashion I desired. So, my free hand went to her tank top, managing to pull down one side of it bar enough to reveal her bra, and form there I freed one of her breasts from its confinement long enough to take her pert nipple into my mouth.

That appeared to be exactly what her body had needed, but she let out a shuddering cry while her nails scored trailed down my back, leaving marks that would certainly be there the next day. I watched her face once more as she clamped down on my hand, her spine bending itself into an arch as she spent herself.

I let her ride it out as long as it lasted, more than enjoying the spectacle, not stopping with my movements until she fell back to the mattress as a human puddle. She looked up at me with half-lidded, hazy eyes, a small smile about her lips despite her rasping lips.

“You should get in fights for my honor more often,” she teased, weakly lifting her arms to envelope me in an embrace. I let her pull me down to the mattress, where I cuddled with her for a few moments while her body figured out how to actually body again after all the orgasmic bliss I had just put it through.

But a woman’s refractory period was far smaller than a man’s, and within a couple of minutes I heard her breathing regulate and felt her thighs tense just enough against me. Taking that as a sign, I flipped her onto her back and posted myself above her.

“Ready for round two?” I asked.

“If by round two, you mean you inside of me, then yes. Definitely.”

“No, not quite yet.” I pressed my lips to hers once more, ravaging her in another bruising kiss. I kept it going until I could feel her heart thumping in her chest, then I was making my way down her body once more.

This time I paused at the top of her tank then reached for the bottom of it, pulling it up and over her head. Her red curls fell over her face and I brushed them out of the way, wanting to see her expression whenever I could.

Her bra went next, easily unclasped with a single hand slid between her and the mattress, then I moved on down further.

Her skin was so soft, and slightly salty under my tongue. I wanted to kiss every single inch of her skin ten times over, until she knew what it was like to be well and truly loved.

It didn’t take me long to reach her panties again, and this time I grabbed the top with my teeth and slid them down over her hips.

McKenna helped, of course, raising her thick thighs once again so my hands could take over and pull the panties from her.

Then she was completely bare before me, a modern goddess sprawled across her sheets. My eyes roved across her body, taking in every inch of her that I could, before I finally settled down between her legs.

I kissed the right side of her hip, then her left, then slowly went downwards further and further until I was just over her flower. She shuddered as my exhale brushed across her entrance, and I could see her glistening still from her previous climax.

Did she have any idea how goddamn sexy she was? I hoped so. But whether she did or not, I had no problem reminding her exactly how alluring she was.

I dipped my head down, sliding my tongue between her folds. I could taste just how sweet she was, and I just made me want that much more of her. She was like a drug, but instead of being back for me, she made me better.

I went to work on her, kissing there, licking there, curling my tongue just right. Even my nose came into play, applying pressure to her still-engorged bud as I focused on her entrance. My free hand reached up, tweaking one of her nipples as well, and judging by her cries she quite liked that.

But of course, she did. If there was one thing I had learned from being together for nearly half a year, it was how to drive her absolutely wild. Which I was exactly what I was going for.

I could feel her tensing underneath me, and her fingers found my hair again. They wrapped themselves in my dark tresses, pulling me into her core as I ate her out as best I could.

I built her up, stroking higher and higher and pressing into her further. I could feel her lower half shaking all around me and her thighs were growing slick with sweat. She was close, so close. I just needed to keep going and soon she would be-

“Shit, Rafael! I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

She never finished the sentence, but that was most likely because she was busy actually finishing. Her thighs clamped on either side of my head, cutting me off from oxygen for a split second, but I didn’t panic. I just kept my tongue flicking while she came undone again, riding my face to completion.

Her orgasm was shorter than the last, but seemed just as intense from my perspective, and then she was melting back onto the mattress again.

She was breathing hard and sweat peppered her brow, but the look on her face was one of complete satisfaction. She gazed up at me lazily, her smile quite evident.

“You’re not going to make me wait any longer, are you?” she asked, her cheeks red.

“You’re telling me you haven’t had enough?” I cracked, bending down once more to kiss her.

“Not until I’ve had you,” she purred, gripping my shirt collar and pulling me down into another kiss.

But unlike the other ones, this kiss didn’t last long. After just a couple of seconds, she pushed me away, only for her fingers to go to my buttons and impatiently flick them open one by one.

Once all of those were undone, she hastily pulled my shirt from me. Once I was bare, her fingers traced across my muscles, her fingernails scratching just slightly enough to cause goosebumps to raise along my striations.

It was a simple touch, nothing elaborate or particularly intense, but it made the desire in me that much stronger. I was already tenting in my pants, blood rushing to my manhood as her hands went to my belt. Not for the first time, I found myself cursing my overpriced belt as her fingers struggled with the buckle.

But she managed and soon was sliding it through the loops, throwing it in the same direction I tossed her jumpsuit. I stood, and she followed along, kneeling before me as she worked to free me from my clothes. Then she went on to the button, and the zipper, and was successfully sliding my pants down.

I kicked them off, and toes my socks off, leaving me just as bare as her. She stayed kneeling, however, kissing at my navel, then my hip bones, before pressing her lips against the taut flesh of my lengths.

My hand went to her hair almost instantly, winding my fingers through her curls. God, I loved her lips wrapped around me, and I could tell I was subconsciously I was trying to push her forward to take me.

But now that the shoe was on the other foot, so to speak, and she took her time licking and nipping everywhere except where I wanted her to.

But after so much torture, she took my head between her lips and slid down my manhood, her hot, wet tongue making a direct line down me that shook me to my core.

She shuttled up and down my length, sucking occasionally as she pulled back, and I could feel my body responding far too rapidly. It seemed that after six months she had learned quite a lot about me, and I knew I had to be careful not to lose everything now. I didn’t want to lay down and wait for twenty minutes while my body decided it was time for round two. I wanted her pleasure to be constant and cataclysmic in the grand finale, not with a strange intermission between Acts Two and Three.

But she didn’t seem quite as on board with that, laving her tongue along my underside and teasing at my head. She drew out groans from me, and moans, and hisses, until finally I had to pull her off while stepping back.

“Not yet,” I said, holding up a finger. “Although that was very, very tempting.”

She smiled at that, wiping her mouth, then settled back onto the mattress. I followed after her, posting myself above her. I hope she knew that I was about to show her the time of her life.

And if she didn’t… well she was about to find out.