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I gasped when his fingers slid into my panties, tickling the hair there.
“You don’t know how hard I get when I think about your tight little pussy squeezing my cock. Imagining how warm your virgin blood will feel. What I want to know is—”
He kissed my mouth again as he lifted his hips a little, and his fingers closed over my sex.
“If you’re wet for me.”
He grinned, and I squeezed my eyes shut and turned my head to the side.
“Mmm.”
He breathed against my ear as his fingers began to stroke me, making me suck in short, quick breaths as he tickled my clit.
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
He slid a finger into my opening, and I stiffened. He rolled his weight off me but kept my wrists pinned over my head. We both looked down at how my dress lay wrinkled on my belly, my thighs parted, his fingers working inside my panties.
I should tell him to stop. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t tell him to stop. Because I wanted him. I wanted him as much as he wanted me, and I didn’t care about the rest of it.
“Look at me,” he commanded with a whisper.
I did.
He slowly drew his hand out of my panties and began to drag them down.
“Tell me to stop.”
Down, down, down, off my thighs and past my knees and over my ankles.
“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop. I’ll stop right now.”
He released my wrists. I didn’t move as he sat up, and his gaze slid to my sex. He brushed his fingers through the dark curls then looked back at me.
“Tell me, Sofia. Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t want me.”
I couldn’t. God, I couldn’t.
He smiled as if he already knew it. “You can’t.”
I didn’t move, and he grinned.
“Open your legs.”
I shook my head a little. That was all the resistance I could muster. He smiled and then, without breaking eye contact, he pushed one leg to open me up and returned his gaze to my sex. I lay there unable to move or speak as his fingers trailed through my hair again before he lowered his dark head to kiss me there.
My gasp was a muttering of his name. He then licked me, a quick flick of his tongue, then a slow circling around my clit. When he sealed his lips around it, I moaned, and my hands moved to his head, pulling at his hair as he knelt between my spread legs and looked up at me.
“I smell you,” he said
Then, with his fingers on either side of the lips, he pulled me open.
“Your pretty little pussy is dripping for me.”
He closed his mouth over my clit again and began to suck and lick. I gripped his hair and pulled and pushed—off and on and wanting him, wanting his mouth, wanting the feel of him on me, sucking me, his tongue so soft, the stubble at his jaw so rough. It took me only moments to come, the sound I made foreign to me as I squeezed my eyes shut. He sucked hard, making me gush, draining me of everything, swallowing up my pleasure, my denial, my want, all of me, until finally, my arms fell to my sides, and I exhaled loudly, the sound more a deep sigh as Raphael straightened, wiping the back of his hand across his wet lips, smiling down at me, victorious.
“I like the way you taste,” he said, drawing my dress further up to reveal my bra. He pushed the cups down beneath my breasts and studied me, reaching for the zipper of his jeans as he did.
The sound of it suddenly animated me.
“Wait!”
He shook his head and planted one firm hand on my belly.
“Stay.” He knelt. “Don’t you fantasize about what it will feel like?” he asked, pushing his jeans and briefs down.
I looked at it, at his cock against his tight belly, thick and long, the tip wet. He gripped it and began to slowly pump, and when I met his gaze, he was watching me.
“Don’t you wonder how it will feel to have my thick cock stretch your tight little cunt?”
I swallowed. I did. Every night. Every single night as I slid my fingers between my legs, I imagined just that. And the look on his face told me he knew it.
“You’re mine, Sofia.”
He pumped harder as he said it, and with his other hand, he reached to tweak one nipple, hurting me, making me cry out. It only seemed to excite him more, though, as he squeezed tighter and pumped faster. I bit my lip watching him, imagining the taste of his glistening cock, my gaze moving from his dark, shining eyes to his hand moving so fast, so hard, making me want. I leaned up on my elbows, and Raphael knelt over me. A sound came from deep inside his chest, and he came, ropes of cum splattering across my belly, my pussy, my chest, and neck, warm against my nipples as he emptied on me, before falling back onto the grass, spent, drained, like me.
