Chapter 15
Raphael
The warm Caribbean breeze skirts in through the open shutters causing the feathery white curtains to billow around.
I’ve got Evangeline spread out on the mattress, damp hair spilling across the pale blue sheet like a wave of sunshine. Her skin still damp and salty from the ocean, those curves put the sprawling landscape of this paradise island to shame.
She looks up at me and those captivating blue-green eyes twinkle, eager and willing.
“Verdant Sky…” I murmur to myself as the answer finally dawns on me.
She looks confused. “What?”
“The color of your eyes. That’s what I’m calling it. Verdant Sky.”
Giggling, she says, “That’s what you’re thinking about right now? I’m naked and drenched for you, and you’re thinking about the color of my eyes?”
“Your eyes are probably the most sensual thing I’ve ever seen.”
“You’re awfully sentimental, Raph.” Her fingers dance down my torso before clasping around my needy shaft and sliding along the latex already sheathing me. “But right now, I just want you to fuck me.”
A laugh bubbles into my throat. She challenges me. Not many people in my day-to-day do that. I’m surrounded by yes-men in expensive suits. But her, she tests my hard edges with her soft touch. My little kitten is fierce, fearless.
I move down her body. “You don’t know all the things I want to do to you, Eva.” My voice is gritty with need.
She thrusts her hips closer. “Show me…”
In my haze of arousal, I can hardly think straight, and Eva’s carefree invitation sparks something wild in my blood.
She gasps in breathy anticipation as I drop that first kiss to the soft hollow of her belly. The wispy sound tickles its way down my spine. My mouth wanders lower and lower, searching for that pot of sweetness that I’ve been dreaming of since I tasted it for the first time last night.
Eva whimpers softly, rising up onto her elbows and looking down at me as my mouth swipes over her mound. Knowing that she’s watching me while I eat her pussy, that makes my cock even harder. Her brows draw down into the middle and her lips pucker as she breathes hard and heavy. Her sexy expression, her pleading little sounds goad me on.
Bracing the insides of her thighs, I spread her wide, taking full access. My tongue darts out and sinks into her folds. I press a finger to her clit and she rides it, making eager, little circles with her hips.
Her eyes are still on me, hooded and sparkling, fluttering at the sensations I’m provoking just beneath her skin. I crave the sound of her voice, I want to hear her as I bury my face at her core, eating my way to her satisfaction. “Tell me how it feels, Eva. Tell me that you like it.”
“I-I-” Unable to speak coherently, she gives up, flopping back onto the mattress, surrendering her body to me.
One slow, taunting lick after the other, I build her up. Her hips move rhythmically as she travels toward her peak. My moans vibrate against her. She tastes so good, I can’t help myself. I savor her tang and sweetness as it pours out of her body, wetting the sheets.
As her orgasm swells inside her, her thighs shake against my palms. I push at her legs, spreading her wider still. I know that her body will ache once I’m through with her.
Her spine surges upward as the tide of pleasure rises inside her. “I’m coming!” she howls. Her fingers curl in the sheets.
Now, her pelvis bucks with impatient fervor. Her pleading echoes in my head. I press my mouth harder against her, sucking her clit, dragging my tongue flat against her mound, shoving the tip roughly into her core. Her cry of release fills the room as collapses onto the mattress, a liberated sigh pouring out of her.
My gaze rakes over her flushed body as she recovers. I’m above her on all-fours, reveling in her magnificence, enjoying the knowledge that I’m the reason for the heaviness of her breath, the sheen on her skin, the smile on her lips.
With weak arms, she reaches up and pulls me on top of her. I fall willingly. Biting her bottom lip between her teeth, she runs her fingers over my mouth, wiping up the wetness there.
Capturing her wrist in my hand, I touch her damp fingers to her own lips. “Taste,” I command softly.
Her chest is a drum in her chest, its vibrations radiating into my own body. Her mouth opens and she welcomes those fingers inside, clasping her lips tight around them and savouring her own flavour. She moans softly at the taste.
I know that she probably needs a few minutes to recover, but I’m so hungry for her, so needy. Reaching between us, I angle my cock at her entrance and rock into her. That soft, tight channel stretches all around me, swallowing me in.
Before long, her limp body is coming back to life. Her arms circle my back and she holds me, pumping her hips upward as I bear down on her in a punishing rhythm.
The bed groans and I don’t know if the wooden frame is strong enough to handle my relentless thrusts. I come unhinged, pistoning into her as she cries my name, her muscles spasming around me.
She makes another breathless announcement that she’s coming and I snap in two. We both explode, holding each other so tight, fingernails digging grooves into each other’s bodies. I lean over and bite her shoulder hard enough that the teeth marks will stay.
I’m branding her. Claiming her. Owning her.
Even though I know she’s not really mine.