His hand came down to grip her head, holding her in place as he slowly moved his h*ps back and forth, his arousal disappearing in her mouth, then emerging wet with her saliva.
“Yes, Ari, this feels so good,” he groaned as his movements picked up speed, the head of his shaft grazing the back of her mouth and touching the top of her throat. She wanted to take him all the way inside, but he was too large; she just couldn’t do it. She wished her hands were free so she could grip him tightly in her hand while she sucked him inside.
Rafe pulled out with a groan and she enjoyed the sight of his pleasure dripping from the tip of his hardness. She loved that she made this strong man weak.
He turned her back so she was upright, then crushed her body to his as he devoured her mouth, plunging his tongue deep inside while his fingers found their way down to her butt and gripped her tightly, pressing his wet shaft against her opening. She tried to move against him, but the restraints held her in place. She wanted him to take her — she was tired of foreplay; she needed him filling her up, now.
She was dizzy at the thought of him on her tongue, those glistening drops that forecast his release.
Rafe pulled back from her, then pushed the circle she was trapped in, causing her body to lie back, and exposing her heated core to him.
When she was angled just right, he plunged inside, making her scream with pleasure as he pulled out and plunged back in. She couldn’t see him entering her, could only feel as the walls of her swollen flesh gripped him tight, tried to prevent him from pulling out.
Rafe moved his hand down, his thumb circling her swollen pink bud as he picked up speed and thrust quickly in and out. Ari let go, let her worries and fears fade away and focused on nothing but the rapture of Rafe’s taking control of her.
Pressure built as he masterfully stroked her flesh, building her so high, she thought she might never come down. His groans filled the air as he reached higher and higher, climbing the wave with her so they could both tumble down together.
When Ari did shatter, Rafe was right there with her, following her over the edge in a seemingly unending wave. Her body gripped him, pulsing over and over as her cries mingled with his groans of ecstasy.
When the passion play finally came to a close, Ari had nothing left. If it hadn’t been for the restraints keeping her up, she’d have collapsed to the floor. Being with Rafe drained her, but in a wonderful way, in a way she feared she’d never experience with another man.
How could she possibly feel anything as magical as what she felt in his arms? Barely conscious, Ari hardly noticed Rafe freeing her from his contraption. She rested her head against his shoulder as he carried her to her bed.
When he laid her against the cool sheets, she whimpered, not ready to let him go. Her last thought was shock and pleasure as he climbed in next to her and tugged her into his arms. She knew she’d wake alone, but she was with him for now.
Chapter Fifteen
Ari climbed out of bed and winced. Her body felt as if it had been repeatedly run over during rush-hour traffic. Thump-thump, thump-thump… She’d never imagined that someone could have such an insatiable appetite for sex. If she had to continue the nighttime marathons, she’d have to start doing some intense workouts to get her strength up.
“Rafe?”
Ari waited, and when there wasn’t an answer, she let out the breath she’d been holding. It wasn’t that the sex wasn’t great — it was out of this world. But it was just too much. How did people do it so many times in a single week?
She’d been Rafe’s mistress for three weeks with only four days off during that time, and two of them only because he’d had to take a trip without her. He’d tried to get her to give up her other precious days, and she’d emphatically refused, saying that she needed them for rejuvenation. He’d made up for it the morning after each one.
Walking slowly into the kitchen, she smiled when she found a full pot of coffee and a note.
We have a business function tonight. I’ve hired a personal stylist for you who will be at the condo at ten. You have the day off. My driver will pick you up at noon to escort you to the salon.
Rafe
Ari really didn’t feel like having a bunch of strangers plucking at her hair and body, especially after her last salon visit. It hadn’t been pleasant. They’d waxed her in places a person should never be waxed, offending her innate modesty. And her visit with the doctor last week had been almost as bad. Rafe had insisted because he didn’t want an unexpected pregnancy to throw a wrench into their relationship.
Their relationship. That was a joke. So far, she’d managed to get a job she actually liked, doing charitable work. Though she knew he was simply humoring her, she chose to work as hard as possible and therefore take pride in what she was doing. The reality was that she was being told what to do night and day and had enacted so many scenes from the Kama Sutra that she didn’t remember what the missionary position was anymore.
The thing that really confused her was that she wasn’t miserable. Rafe wasn’t treating her badly — quite the opposite, in fact. He was distant most of the time, but not unkind.
Glancing at the clock, she was relieved to see it was only eight. She had two hours until she was bombarded. That was plenty of time to soak her sore muscles in a nice hot bath.
Grabbing a thriller novel off the shelf, Ari walked to the bathroom and turned on the tap. No way she wanted to read anything having to do with love or romance — she wasn’t sure she even believed in the mythical emotion anymore.
Ari remembered her mother warning her that sex wasn’t love’s equal, and telling her that she had to be careful because too many people equated the two. Ari could now see how that could happen.
When she was in the throes of passion in Rafe’s arms, she had strong feelings toward him. When he left her lying in the bed all alone afterward, she felt an overwhelming emptiness and couldn’t prevent the abundant tears from soaking her pillow. How was she supposed to keep her heart uninvolved when the man was there each and every day?
Sinking deep down into the water, Ari closed her eyes and inhaled the subtle scent of mango oil. The water jets soon soothed her legs and lower back. And after lying back for fifteen minutes and relishing doing absolutely nothing, she started to feel human again, so she took a sip of her tea and decided to lose herself in her newest read.
An hour later, Ari realized the time and put down Stephen King’s Under the Dome, though she did so with great reluctance. What sort of barrier could have possibly sealed off the townspeople in the story? She would much rather soak in the tub all day and read make-believe than attend some stuffy function with a bunch of uppity strangers.