Chapter 33
Evangeline
“I can’t…believe…this shit…” Raphael grunts in a staccato rhythm, his eyes fluttering shut as he thrusts in and out of me. His face is twisted into the hottest sex grimace I’ve ever seen.
“What, baby?...What is it?” I pant breathlessly and run my fingers up to his sinewy shoulders.
His head drops in pleasure and a lock of his silver hair falls over his brow. “I can’t believe…I’m fucking you…on a Jonas Brothers comforter.”
My body clenches hard as I spit out a laugh. I accidentally squeeze him right out of my pussy. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” I say as I reach down and greedily slide him back inside of me.
Ain’t no missing this orgasm. After selling my condo, paying off the balance of my mortgage and settling my outrageous credit card bills, my amazing sex life is one of the only things I have going for me, so I’ll protect it like a mama bear defending her cubs.
I was in the middle of unpacking gym clothes into the dresser drawers of my childhood bedroom while Raph carried more boxes up from the rented truck. I glanced over just at the right moment and our eyes caught in the mirror.
He gave me that look.
The look that says I’m-thinking-about-rubbing-my-body-up-against-your-body-until-we’re-making-fireworks. Two seconds later, we were in my bed. Now, my dress is hiked up around my waist and his pants are hanging off of his ass as he ruts away inside of me.
And he’s complaining about the sheets.
“What’s wrong with…the Jonas…Brothers?” I ask between his deep, hard thrusts.
He chuckles shortly, fingers clutching my waist as he tilts my pelvis for a better angle. “Sometimes, I forget…how young you are…And then, something like this happens. And –” His head falls to his chest. “Shit, shit – you’re so tight.”
I grin as I deliberately contract my pussy, reminding him that I’m no little girl. I know how to use this body to take him places no one ever has before. “Don’t let the…comforter fool you, Raph…I’m all woman.”
He nods in agreement and then presses his mouth to mine. “You’re all…woman, Kitten.”
I slide my fingers into his hair, deepening the kiss. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him and his kisses. His hand searches between us until he finds my clit. His finger swipes back and forth over the sensitive flesh. My body bucks at the added sensations.
My orgasm tightens inside of me, gathering force. I feel his body going taut and warm above me. We’re both only a few thrusts away from exploding.
Right then, I hear a car door slam beneath my window and my mother’s voice fills the air.
Shit!
I look up at Raph with wide eyes. There’s nothing but determination on his forehead. “Don’t you dare try to stop me,” he grumbles in warning just as his thumb presses down harder on my clit.
My breathing falters as his finger moves faster over the sensitive wad of nerves. “Raph…” I groan. “We’ll get caught…Please…” My nails dig into his biceps as anxiety mixes with the thrill in my stomach.
He won’t let up. “Don’t you dare…” He pumps faster, fucking me so hard, so good.
I hear the front door open and my heart rate spikes. “Raph…” I beg, my voice high and shaky. I don’t want him to stop. I want him to keep fucking me. I’m so deliriously close to the edge. But we’re about to get caught.
His hand moves from my clit to clamp down heavily on my mouth, muffling my cries. Jesus – that’s insanely hot! Our eyes lock on each other. I can’t look away. If we’re going to get caught, I want to go out like this, clinging to him for dear life, surrendering to him, trusting him completely.
He grinds his pelvis into mine and the friction against my clit throws me over the edge, the looming danger of getting caught making my climax that much sharper.
My body tenses all over as I explode and my eyes squeeze shut. I scream out but his palm stifles the sound. And right then, his cock jerks inside of me as his cum shoots into the condom. He rides the wave of pleasure until the very end before his head drops and he exhales his release.
“Fuck…” he whispers as his limp fingers fall away from my quivering mouth.
We don’t have time to recuperate, though, because now, I hear feet slapping the stairs. My mother’s still speaking and laughing. Presumably, she’s on the phone.
Raph hops off of me, zipping up his fly and buttoning his shirt. “You okay?” he whispers, giving me a sly grin.
I nod, mirroring his smile as I smooth down my dress and adjust the straps. Now, my mom’s voice is right outside the door. “Let me check and see if he’s here,” she says as she taps at the door.
The nerves of my stomach all fire off at once. “Open it,” Raph mouths to me as he drops to his knees and pretends to be emptying a box of shoes and belts.
I run my fingers through my hair and swing the door open. “Hey mom,” I say spritely, praying that she’s too distracted to realize what we’ve been up to.
Her eyes go straight to Raph. “Oh yes, he’s right here,” she says, ignoring me completely.
He peeks at her over his shoulder and gives her a quick wave.
She covers the receiver. “Suzie – my friend I wanted to match you up with – she says to give her a call if you and your new girlfriend don’t work out.” Her volume dips lower. “At the Christmas staff party, she tied a cherry stem with her tongue. Took her a few tries but she got it done eventually.” She flashes him a wink.
Really, mom?
Raph gives her a polite nod and a stiff smile. She giggles like a schoolgirl as Suzie shrieks in the background, her voice traveling through the phone. “Laurie! I don’t want him to think I’m desperate!”
I roll my eyes.
My mother scans Raphael’s perspiring face. “My daughter has you working yourself into a sweat, doesn’t she, hun?” She throws me an admonishing glare. “Come, Eva. Come make Raph a pitcher of iced tea. And get him some cookies.”
Oh, Raphael’s had his fill of cookies for the day…
I follow dutifully behind her as she heads back toward the door. “Are you staying for dinner, Raph? I can whip up a meatlo—”
He cuts her off hastily. “Sorry, Laurie. No can do. Eva and I still have lots of stuff to move.”
Disappointment covers her face but she just shrugs one shoulder. “Okay.”
Then, she pauses. My heart speeds up even more. She sniffs at the air like a dog catching a scent. She turns up her nose. “Smells like salt and vinegar chips and body odor in this room.” She glares at me like I’m a disgusting person. “I have to remember to pick up some air fresheners.”
Raph and I share a knowing look as she returns to her call and continues down the stairs.
I breathe a sigh of relief. We got lucky this time but next time, who knows?