Page 5 of Rafael

His lips crash down against mine. If I thought the kiss he gave me at the door was intense, it has nothing on this. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, conquering me before I realize I'm being plundered.

I wrap an arm around him and hang on, and soon Rafael is laying me back on the couch, cradled in between my legs and pressing down against me. We're fully clothed. It's only a kiss.

And yet it's so much more.

It's all I've ever dared to dream of from him. At night when I can't sleep, I imagine what it would be like for him to finally kiss me. I always imagined gentle. Gentlemanly. Something where Rafael treats me like something fragile.

I'm not fragile and he knows it.Â

I kiss him back with everything I've got, even if my experience is not exactly... a lot. I've spent my life surrounded by terrifying men looking out for me. Most of them are my relatives. No guy had a chance to get close.

But Rafael is the only one I've ever wanted to try.

I arch up against him, seeking more contact. My body is heavy and I feel empty and like I'm going to explode at the same time. I need more, but I don't know more what.

"Please," I beg against his lips. "More."

Rafael groans and one of his hands cups my breast. I gasp and squirm under him. God, yes, that's it. It's still not enough, but it's something. And still my body wants.

If I knew what I wanted I'd tell him. But I'm scared that if he knows I've never done this before he'll pull back.

I don't want him to pull back. Not ever.

And my fears are unfounded.

Rafael pulls away from me and I want to cry out for his lips, but then he's sliding down my body, a wicked grin on his swollen lips. "Let me make you feel good. Let me show you how good it can be."

"Please."

He hikes up my skirt and makes a filthy noise when he touches my panties. And then his fingers are slowly working them down my legs. It's not long until I'm bare down there, but still covered by my skirt. I can't even see Rafael's head.

But I can feel him.

He sets his tongue on me and I see stars. From the way my hips buck I'm afraid I've slammed into his face, but he places a firm hand on my abdomen to keep me still.

And from there I just have to lie back and take it like it's some kind of delicate torture. I say something. I say many things, confess wants and needs that I've never even admitted to myself. And Rafael gives no quarter.

Good, I don't want this to ever end.

His tongue swirls around my sex and I can feel just how slick, how wet I am. Feeble attempts with my fingers have never gotten me this hot before. Rafael is showing me things I never knew were possible.

And then a finger dips into me and I make a completely undignified noise.

Is it possible to feel him smile against my pussy? Because he does.

And then he strokes me even harder, working his fingers in and out of me like a sex god. I don't know how I'm going to survive the sensual onslaught, but I never want it to end. I feel like I'm about to snap and shatter into a million pieces.

Is this what sex is supposed to feel like? If he's doing this with his tongue, what will it feel like when he's...

I can't even finish the thought as another swipe of his tongue has my eyes rolling back in my head and my leg jerking. I don't have control over my body anymore. It all belongs to Rafael.Â

Just like that it's too much. My body lets go, soaring and rippling around him as orgasm rips through me. I gasp out his name as my mind goes blank with pleasure. It's too much, it's not enough. I have nothing to cling to as I lose myself in sensation.

I'm a mess. My emotions are all jumbled up. My life is a shambles. But Rafael is stroking me, and I think that maybe everything will be okay.

Maybe.

Exhaustion takes me and the last thing I feel is Rafael scooping me up and carrying me away from the couch.