“You do not need to say anything.”
But I did, because this wasn’t about books. It was about belonging.
And for the first time in a long time, I felt like I might have found it.
He took me to his room. While I was still confused about some things, I was certain of this. Tonight I needed Raphael. I needed to feel him and be with him in every way possible. And the look on his face told me he might need the same thing.
His eyes connected with mine as he laid his jacket over the back of a chair and slowly started to unbutton his shirt.
I began to try to find the zipper of my dress behind my back, but he gave a little shake of his head. After he peeled out of his shirt, he crossed over to me and swept my hair off my shoulders before pressing a kiss there and slowly unzipping my dress.
Holy shit. I had never been with a man like him before. He was so debonair and handsome, and I’m . . . me. And I don’t mean anything bad by that, just that I’m kind of a hot mess with a loud mouth. That doesn’t usually go with debonair, but as my dress dropped to the floor, the only thought in my mind was that we went well together.
He lowered me to the bed before he lay next to me. Even with him just in his pants and me in my bra and panties, it still felt like too much. Any barrier between us right now was too much.
Then he kissed me. I had never been kissed like this in my entire life. Kissing him felt as essential as breathing at this point.
His hands roamed my body, and before I knew it, he was out of his pants, and I was out of the remainder of my clothes, and we were still kissing. His large hands cupped my breast and squeezed, and my core turned molten.
He slid that hand lower and reached my pussy. He let one finger trace along it, and I was squirming for more. I needed so much more from him.
I reached down and wrapped my hand around his thick cock. It was much thicker than anything I was used to, but I liked a challenge.
“What are you smiling at, Ma Belle?”
“I just can’t wait to feel you inside of me.”
At that admission, he slipped a finger inside of me. I closed my eyes and moaned as he began to pump.
“Are you ready for me? Do you want to take my cock?”
“Yes, Sir.”
What did I just say? Did I really just call him sir?
But the way he bit my nipple and plunged a second finger inside of me tells me he liked it.
“But first, I’m going to make you come with my mouth.”
“Raph, please,” I moaned, trying to pull him in, ready to feel him inside of me.
He nipped my nipple again and looked up at me with a cocked brow. “If you can behave. Can you do that? Can you be a good girl and let me taste you?”
Holy fuck. Why was that so hot?
I nodded.
“Your words, Ma Belle. Say it.”
“Please.”
He licked my nipple again, sucking it into his mouth as his fingers slowly circled my clit. I was consumed by him.
“Please, lick my pussy.”
He kissed me again before moving down the bed and spreading my legs. He licked his lips as he watched his fingers pump in and out.
Then he lowered his face and licked me. At first, it was slow and deliberate, but as his fingers pumped, I didn’t need much more. Then he deepened, sucking me into his mouth. It was like he was everywhere, licking and sucking and devouring me.
