Page 6 of Bonded Through Bite

Every time I pull him deeper into my mouth, his hands shake, so I speed up. I want him to come. I need him to lose control. With my other hand, I grab his ass for leverage and start sucking him in earnest.

Rafael practically purrs and his hand lands on my head. I bet if I had long hair, he would be pulling it right now. I feel him swell in my mouth; he’s letting me have it. I have no doubt he could hold out until I faint from exhaustion, if that’s what he wanted. But this is not about his wants, this is about mine.

“Where do you want it?” His tone is rough and strained.

I release his balls to cup my breasts.

“Your breasts? You want to be covered in my cum?”

I flick my tongue over the crown in response. Rafael’s hand wraps around my throat and he forces me off his cock. His other hand replaces my mouth, and a few pumps later, he’s coming all over me.

His hand slides down from my throat and he massages his cum all over my breasts. Arching against his hand, I pant. He’s pulling all my filthy fantasies out of my head and I love it.

“You like this,” he murmurs and rolls my nipple between his fingers. When he pinches it, I arch further. “Words, Samantha,” he reminds me.

“Yes,” I hiss. He repeats the movement on my other nipple and I moan.

“Let’s get you clean so I can dirty you up all over again,” he says and lifts me to my feet.

He turns on the shower and shields my body until the water adjusts. There’s a row of shampoos and shower gels on the shelf, and I pick one up at random. A scent of vanilla wafts up when I open it and squeeze it into my hand.

It feels weird to share the space. I’m used to getting in and out in under five minutes, but now his heated look makes me want to slow down as I run my hands over my breasts. Taking my time, I clean every bit of him from my skin. But when I go for more soap, he stops me.

“Face the wall,” he orders me and I obey. The gray tiles have tiny flakes of something silvery in them that I didn’t notice earlier, but up close, it gives depth and texture to the wall. Rafael’s soapy hands touch my shoulders and knead away tension I didn’t even realize was there.

His fingers are firm but not hard, and soon my muscles give way to his ministrations. He slowly moves down my back, still kneading. Then a squirt of cold shower gel lands on my butt and I flinch. Rafael chuckles and starts massaging my ass. His fingers sweeping over me make my thighs tremble.

“Lean into the wall with your hands,” he says as he moves my legs apart to massage my thighs.

This is torture. I don’t want it to end.

When he lifts one of my legs and massages my instep, I moan. He takes his time before moving to my other leg. By the time his hands are around my waist again, I’m shaking with need. I lean my forehead against the wall and pant lightly.

Rafael takes the shower’s hand piece and slowly rinses my hair, my shoulders, my hands. The water washes away the suds and he kneels behind me again. One hand guides the shower head and the other makes sure every part of me gets rinsed clean. Between my legs, his hand finally stills.

“Tell me how you want it,” he says and moves the water over my folds. I can’t think clearly, and he slips a finger inside me. “Do you want my fingers?” He leans in and licks me from behind. “Or my mouth?”

“Please,” I whimper and rock my hips. I can’t decide.

“How about this?” He moves the shower head over my clit and pushes two fingers inside. “I think we have a winner,” he says when I make a desperate noise.

I’m pretty sure my legs won’t hold me up for long, but I do my best to steel them when he pumps his fingers in and out. I called his fingers clever, and I was right. The water never ceases and his fingers drive me higher until he finds that spot again and my legs give out.

Instead of folding to the floor, I find myself in Rafael’s arms. I expect him to look smug at making me swoon, but he’s serious, almost grim.

“Samantha.” There’s my name again. “If you ever fail to communicate like that again, I will spank you so hard you won’t sit down for a week.”

“What?” I sputter.

“If I didn’t have extremely quick reflexes, you could have cracked your head.”

He’s truly mad that I didn’t tell him my knees were getting weak?

“But…”

“If you need something from me, you will tell me.”

“Okay, fine.” I relent and he searches my face. “I promise,” I add when his frown doesn’t ease up. Not that I have a week left to suffer, even if he spanked me, but still. I want him to get back to making me feel so fucking good I forget my own name.