Chapter Thirty-Four

~McKenna~

It didn’t seem possible that my body could still be clamoring for more considering the world-rocking orgasms Rafael had already gave me, but it just wasn’t enough. I needed to feel him side of me, thick and hard, as we both moved against each other in our primal, ancient dance.

Thankfully, it looked like he was finally ready to oblige me. Not that I was complaining about the constant pleasure he had been giving to me, but that was like being at a restaurant and having delicious appetizer after delicious appetizer but never getting the main course. And I was ready for the main course.

“I want you, right now,” I whispered heatedly, reaching up to caress Rafael’s face. God, he was so handsome, especially like this, posted above me with undiluted desire on his face. Everything about him made my blood pump faster and my womanhood just grow that much wetter.

“Ask and you shall receive,” he responded, voice low and sending shivers right down my spine. I felt him align myself with my entrance and slide forward, filling me more and more until finally, he was completely inside of me.

Like usual, he gave me a second to breathe, to adjust to his wide girth, but when I wrapped my arms around him and nodded, we were off to the races.

His powerful hips rocked against me, going gently at first but quickly picking up pace until he was hitting that spot deep within me that just about drove me crazy. I lifted my legs, wrapping them around his waist and letting him that much deeper into me.

I was aware that high pitched whines were escaping my mouth, but I didn’t try to suppress them. I let them ring out, completely unabashed as I let him know just how much he played me like a tightly strung fiddle.

I could feel both of our bodies growing slick with sweat as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. It was like drowning, but I never wanted to surface to the air. Just perpetual bliss and euphoria.

Feelings started to rise up with the ecstasy. I still was in shock that Rafael was so on board with me possibly having his child. How much love did this man have for me and what on earth could I have possibly done to deserve it?

I didn’t know, and I had a feeling that I would never understand it, but I was eternally grateful. I could already see bits of our future together. Doctor’s appointments with updates about what we had created together, Dom reading bedtime stories to his little brother or sister, just happiness and contentment as far as my mind could see.

Rafael bent so that one his hands could reach my breast, his fingers rolling my nipple while his mouth took the other. I found myself arching into him, holding onto his frame as tightly as I could, and taking everything that he could throw at me.

Which turned out to be quite a lot. I felt like I had awoken something in him, his thrusts being that much stronger and staccato than before. How he kept up that pace was beyond me, but when his hand let go of my breast to side between us and his fingers pressed against that sensitive spot once more, I lost hold of reality and flew up into paradise.

My vision left me, my senses left me and there was only the good. There was no stress, no worry, just mind-numbing pleasure that reached the deepest parts of me.

I called out Rafael’s name, along with a slew of jumbled phrases, and he kissed me gently, swallowing my praises. I couldn’t tell how long I floated high in the clouds of my own personal heaven, but when I came back down there was no quarter. Rafael immediately flipped me over, pulling my hips up so he could thrust into me with everything he had.

If I thought what we had before was intense, this new position was that much more… everything. He was hitting an entirely new area within me, drawing out sounds that were quickly swallowed up by the pillow I was pressing my face into. The sound of flesh against flesh filled my studio, slapping against each other in quick succession.

“Think you have one more in you?” Rafael growled into my shoulder, gently biting at the flesh there.

“Maybe,” I said, breathing heavily. And in all honesty, I didn’t know. My entire lower half felt like scrambled and melted jelly, and I was close to just collapsing in on myself like a dying star. But apparently that small possibility was enough, and his hand reached around me to rub around that little bud of pleasure at the top of my folds.

I didn’t know how long we were like that, but I did know that my hips were aching, and I was beginning to find the border between what was pleasurable and what was just pain.

“I’m almost there,” Rafael breathed, pulling my hips up higher so he could pound into me anew. The new angle awakened something else within me, and I felt that white-hot wave of perfection rushing towards me again.

It came rolling towards me with speed, and before I knew it, my entire body was locking up from the pleasure. I practically howled Rafael’s name yet again, and I could feel him respond in kind.

He throbbed several times and then I felt him emptying within me, reaching his own intense climax along with my own. It was intense and perfect and everything I could have asked for.

When my orgasm was over, and I was left feeling like a boneless husk, I sank down onto the mattress face first. Rafael fell beside me with an oomph! and wrapped his arms around me.

We laid there like that for a long time, just enjoying the moment. I had a feeling that our lives were about to change quite dramatically, so this might be the last time we were able to be together like this for a long while. The idea was certainly daunting, but I was confident that we could get through it. With Rafael supporting me, I felt like I really could truly conquer anything.

I snuggled closer to him, reminding myself that I would have to wash my sheets later, but pushing that to the back of my mind for now. Batting my eyes at him, I pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you,” I murmured, my breath still raspy in my own throat. “For everything.”

“My pleasure,” he answered, pressing his own kiss on my forehead. “So… about moving in?”