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“Away from you. I don’t want to fight with you.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, I don’t want you to fight either.” I cradled her face, pressed her bottom lip with my thumb, and dipped my head for a kiss. She struggled. I succeeded.
Our lips met in a battle of fury. She twisted and turned, but I kept her on the ground. My fingers traced the curves of her hips and lifted her onto the counter. “You deserve something special for being such a loyal girl,” I breathed against her mouth.
She pressed her hand on my chest, attempting to push, but I didn’t budge. “I don’t want anything.” Her voice cracked.
Her nipples hardened even more from the periphery. I groaned, stroked the taut tips with my fingers, and bit her lips. Hard. A moan from her throat escaped and the sound drove me crazy.
“Tell me that you’ve missed me,” I commanded, nibbling along her chin to the sensitive spot below her ear.
“I’ve … Rafail… Please.” She stuttered and trembled, grinding out the words.
I lifted the hem of her nightgown and pushed it up her thighs. Creamy skin peeked from underneath and ... she had no panties on. I stepped between her legs and the sight of glistening pink set me on fire.
“Fuck. Oh, she wants me so bad.” I hadn’t even touched her like I wanted to yet, and she was already wet for me. I kicked the stool aside, the wood clattering on the floor with a loud thud.
Her chest heaved. “W-What are you doing?”
I didn’t answer, just growled, dropped to my knees, and licked my bottom lip. I ripped her thighs further apart and trailed soft kisses toward the spot craving for attention. One flick of my tongue and she jumped in place.
“Rafa, what are you—oh, shit.” Her head slouched backward.
I smirked; her cursing was such a turn-on. My hand slid up her stomach to her chest, pushing her gently onto the counter, and massaged her breasts in my palm. They were soft and hard. Just for me.
I lapped my tongue over her clit, sucking, grazing with teeth, and nibbled her sensitive bud. The sound of her cries bounced off the walls and hit my ears. Her hips jolted, her wetness sliding deeper down my throat. She tasted like milk and oranges. Sweet. Sweeter.
“Yes ...” Her thighs trembled against my head, as I fucked her hole with my tongue, just the way she begged for it. “Oh, yes!”
She cried, “Rafa!” In the sexiest voice I’d ever heard, gripping the edge of the counter until her knuckles turned white, like her life depended on it.
All the blood rushing below my groin made me light-headed. I straightened, and my lips found hers again. I kissed her, rough and deep, making her taste her sweet mess. Her fierceness matched mine. Each swipe of her tongue pushed me closer and closer to the brink. It was fucking shameless; I knew I lost the battle to rein in my desire.
I wanted her. Needed her.
With my index finger, I traced a path from her chin to her wet pussy. “Anything you want, krasotka.”
“I want ...” she tried to speak; her voice throttled as she struggled for breath. “I want you, Rafa. I want you to fuck me, I want to touch you!”
Then so be it. If that was what she wanted, I was willing to grant her wish in a heartbeat. It felt like I was somewhere else, in another universe, where the sound of this woman’s voice made me see beautiful stars across the galaxy.
I scooped her off the counter and in a flash I had her on the kitchen table. I guided her hands to my shirt, silently granting her permission to take it off and she lifted it over my head. The cotton fabric dropped to the floor with a soft plop, and without hesitation, she ran her fingertips over the defined lines on my torso. Every touch seared my skin. And the suspense was fucking with me. I yanked her hips closer, and her hands fell to the band of my sweatpants.
Furiously, I ripped off her night dress—well at least most of it. Nothing fully came off. Not my pants that hung halfway down my knees or the destroyed silk that pooled at her waist.
Her hands scraped down my front and jerked my briefs down and my cock sprang out. I pushed the tip at her entrance, and she whimpered and squirmed beneath me.
My mouth swallowed the sound and I slid into her. More moans, more sighs. I pushed back and looked at her, her eyes glazed with need. Her hands wound around the back of my neck, pulling my hair as I drove in deeper. It felt so fucking good. We kissed passionately; our tongues battled as I fucked her. I fucked her hard. And fast. I thrust with so much force that the table legs screeched backward. Her nails scraped down my back as I slammed all the way inside her, pinning her in place with my cock.
Right where she belonged!
She just hadn’t fully accepted it yet, but she belonged to me.
We both groaned as our rhythm intensified. Her breasts bounced, the table shook, and wet sounds echoed. I wasn’t going to last long, but it didn’t matter.
Sloppy kisses. No finesse. Just us, drowning in our crazy lust for each other.
“Harder, Rafa ...” She cried into my mouth. “Oh … God!”
