The shaft of his c**k pressed against the wet folds of her pu**y, the grinding shift of his h*ps forcing her swollen folds to part and rasping at the tiny bud.
She wanted. She wanted him so badly that she could barely hold back a scream of reaction as the iron hot shaft moved against the tender bud, stroking it.
Not that she had the breath to scream. She could barely breathe.
Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze on his lips as he placed small, nipping kisses along the mounds of her br**sts. His eyes glittered with wicked promise, with teasing sensuality. As she watched, his lips moved closer, then pulled back from the aching ni**les.
Her ni**les ached.
Licking her lips to ease the dryness there, she could watch, ache for more. As she watched his lips draw closer, closer.
“I love your lips, your tongue,” she breathed out. “I love it when you suck my ni**les, Rafe. I dream of you sucking my ni**les.”
Oh God.
Keening and low, shattered and weak, a moan burst from her as his lips covered an agonizing hard tip. It was like pure liquid heat surrounding it. His tongue rubbed, licked. Heated and moist, he flicked it over her nipple before he began sucking it with fiery abrasions. He drew on it with erotic hunger, sucking it, sending jagged fingers of intense sensation rushing to her womb, her clit.
“Rafer.” She was delirious with pleasure. “Yes. Suck it. Suck it hard.”
She needed more. She couldn’t get a hard-enough caress, a deep-enough touch.
At her trembling plea his lips tightened around the nerve-laden center, suckling it deeper, his cheeks hollowing, his tongue flicking against it, rasping the nerve endings as flares of brilliant flames began to ignite across her body.
“Rafer,” she cried out his name. Her fingers clenched in his hair, moved to his shoulders. Her fingers restless, desperate to experience the feel of his body just one more time.
One more time. That was all she wanted; it was all she ached for, fantasized for. She would survive if she could have him just one more time.
His lips moved from one breast to the other, copying the harder sucking motions of his mouth and the caress of his tongue. Each rasp to her nipple, each hungry draw of his mouth, deepened the hunger rising inside her once again.
“So good.” Her voice trembled. Need was tearing through her like wildfire. “Rafer. It’s so good.”
And it was.
Her h*ps ground against the wide shaft pressing into her folds, stroking her cl*t and the sensations higher as his lips, teeth, and tongue tormented her ni**les.
The flares of sensation, fingers of electric pleasure that tore through her, increased the desperation growing in her womb. As though she hadn’t just come for his fingers moments before.
Lust burned through her veins as her blood thundered, rushing through her. It spiked her arousal with adrenaline and pushed her closer to a hunger she may never escape again. He had never taken her like this. He had never used such deliberate seduction and fiery caresses before.
Then his lips began moving lower. His hands gripped her hips, holding her still, steady, as she levered her upper body up on her elbows, panting, watching as intense, burning blue eyes stared up at her. He kissed his way to the moisture gleaming on her sex, his tongue licking a heated trail to her bare flesh.
His hands slid to her thighs as he moved farther down her body, slowly easing to the chair he jerked to him. He pushed his hands between her thighs and parted her legs as he lowered his head further.
Gripping her ankle, he bent her knee, pushing it back until he could place her foot on the edge of the table. The other he placed on the back of the chair still pushed beneath the edge.
She was fully open to him, the juices easing from her vagina, sliding along the crease of her rear, and heating the small, hidden entrance to her body lower.
She was too aware of each point of her body that he had paid such special attention to in the years before. His touch had that effect on her. Affected her as no other pleasure had, before or after.
Her pu**y rippled with anticipation; her cl*t throbbed with the need for release.
“Touch your ni**les,” he growled, his voice demanding and rough as he breathed the words over her clit.
Almost involuntarily she slid one hand along her stomach, moving up to the tight bud mound of her breast as his lips reached her lower belly. His fingers clenched at her hips, a groan rumbling in his throat as she found her nipple with her fingers, pinched it, rolling it delicately as several panting cries left her lips.
His lips brushed against a hip bone, went lower, moved in closer, until they were poised over the straining bud of her clit. Glistening with moisture, swollen, peeking past the folds of her pu**y, the little bundle of nerves begged for his touch.
Cami could only watch.
Just watch. And wait in agonized anticipation for the touch of his wicked mouth.
His tongue licked over the slick, bare flesh of her pu**y. If they ever had a next time, then she would pay him back for the weakness invading her limbs and the lack of control she had over the hunger tormenting her.
“What are you waiting for?” She moaned, prepared to beg if that was what he wanted, demanded that she do.
“What do you want?” His tongue peeked out, touched his bottom lip, then retreated back inside his mouth teasingly. It was his tongue, his lips, his hungry suckling mouth on her cl*t that she was dying for.
“Your tongue.” He knew exactly what she wanted. “Your lips,” she all but begged. “Your tongue. Suck my pu**y, Rafer.” Her free hand was in his hair and she had no idea how it made it there. “Lick it all over like you promised.”
Her fingers buried themselves in the hair at the back of his head, her h*ps shifting, tilting as she pressed him to her. She all but tried to drag his lips to her flesh.
Her lips parted, the erotic, hungry impulses surging through her turning her into the woman she had glimpsed only three other times. Every time Rafe had touched her. Every time he had taken her.
“Lick my pu**y, Rafer,” she all but begged. “Fuck it. I want to feel your tongue—” She arched, the breath leaving her lungs in a rush of pleasure and excitement as his head lowered and his lips surrounded her clit.
Every muscle tightened in her body as pleasure screamed through her senses.
His tongue licked around it, sensation curling, burning around the small knot of nerves as her thighs widened, further, her h*ps tilting higher.
Oh, yes. She needed this. She dreamed of this and she ached for it. Every night since she had been old enough to understand the effect Rafe had on her, she had dreamed of his touch.