The world narrowed to the sensation of breath and skin and the unmistakable realization that this was no longer theoretical.
His hands grew bolder as he toyed with the hem of my shirt. This was a bad idea. I knew that, but I was done caring. I was also done with being careful. I was not a careful person, so when he pulled back, eyes asking permission, I was done. I pulled my shirt over my head as a little huff of air left him.
He stared at me for a long moment, mouth soft and open, eyes wide. It was almost as if he was in awe. Then a smile curls his lips that had heat curling deep inside of me.
His large hand cupped my breast over my bra. That was still too much fabric between us. If I was going to finally give in to this man, I did not want some over-the-bra action. But then he lowered his mouth and sucked the peak of my nipple into his mouth through my cotton bra.
“Raph,” I moaned.
He pulled back to look at me, and I already missed his mouth. I couldn’t read his expression, but I didn’t care. I needed him.
He moved to kneeling before me and kissed me. This kiss was full of the passion I had been craving. His mouth took over,pushing his tongue into my mouth as his hand played with my nipples.
Then, as his kiss started moving lower, so did his hands. He was sucking on my neck and running his hand along the waistband of my shorts. I spread my legs wide as he wrapped his arms around me and held me close.
I had never been with a man like him before. He was big and broad and hairy, and I can’t imagine anything more sexy than him. That was until he pulled back again to look at me. The look in his eyes was feral, like the beast he was.
He maintained eye contact, monitoring me for the slightest hint I wanted to stop. He would get nothing like that from me. I wanted more. I wanted it all. If I were going to give in to this, we might as well do it with a bang.
Then he tugged at the waistband of my shorts, and I shifted my weight as he carefully slid them down my leg. They did get hung up on my brace, but he carefully removed them.
I expected him to kiss me again and maybe fuck me, but instead he kissed lower down my throat, chest, and over the mound of my belly before he pressed a kiss to my inner thigh.
I was going to die from need. That was all there was to it. I was going to spontaneously combust from this man’s thorough sexiness.
He sat back on his heels and just looked at me. He traced a finger down my seam before pushing in a thick finger.
A low growl emanated from him. That should not be as sexy as it was, but then his finger slipped up and circled my clit. My head dropped back as I moaned. Before I could look at him again, he held me open and pressed a kiss to my clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned as I grabbed a handful of his short dark hair.
Another low rumble sound from this man as he began to lick me from my opening all the way to my clit.
My release was already shimmering right beneath the surface. I’d wanted this for longer than I cared to admit. But I needed more. I needed to be filled.
It was as if he could read my mind and slid one, then two, of his thick fingers inside. He continued to work his finger in and out as he sucked my clit into his mouth.
That was it. I combusted. My orgasm came shooting through me as he held me open and devoured me. When I was done, he came up and held me close and kissed me like I was something precious. I could get used to this.
When it was over, we stayed there for a moment, tangled and breathless, the room quiet except for the low hum of the television.
He rested his forehead against mine.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” he murmured.
I smiled faintly.
He slid my shorts back up my legs before standing, adjusting his shirt, and then turning back toward me.
Without asking, he slipped one arm behind my back and the other beneath my knees.
“Raphael—”
“You are not walking upstairs.”
I laughed softly as he lifted me, the steady strength of him grounding in a way that made my chest ache.
He carried me up the stairs slowly, careful of my knee, careful of the brace, careful of me.
