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“Rafael, what in the world are you doing? Can you please let me down?”
“No, I do to that and I fuck you here in the elevators where there are cameras.”
“I missed you too.” Her laugh was restricted but clear.
Rafael didn’t find it in the least bit funny. “Thirty more seconds, are you naked under this robe. Fuck, Carrie.”
“You know I don’t like to waste time.”
The door opened to what looked like a small foyer but he still had to unlock his door, kicking the door closed he let her slide down his body and the silky black robe opened from the friction. Fuck, she was beautiful and she was so wet the juices slicked her thighs. Without thought, because his brain had short circuited, he set her on the closest surface, the granite counter top and she gasped at the coldness. Shit, he picked her up and made it the few feet to his open living room and sat her down in a long leather lounger without arms and then he opened her wide and tongued the sweet pussy that had kept him up at night. The phone sex hadn’t nearly been enough, he needed to taste her.
Her hands slid into his hair and held him there but he wasn’t going anywhere, not until he tasted her coming on his tongue. It had been too long though, there was no patience to take her slowly and make it last. She was also so slick she filled his mouth with her sweet juice, so fucking good, she tasted so fucking good. He needed to be inside her, now. Moving up to her tight, little clitoris he sucked hard. In only seconds she was screaming his name.
Pulling back on his knees he tore off his clothes and watched her work to come down from her high. So damn beautiful, she opened her legs for him but he shook his head, watching the juices of her slide down to her ass, he was going to be there soon but he had to wear down this hunger. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her.
“You’re safe, sweetheart?”
“Hmm, yes, I can’t wait to feel you inside me without anything between us.”
Christ the things she said, sweeping her up into his arms he took her place and sat her down on his cock as his mouth attached to a tight pretty little nipple. She moaned as she sank down and fuck she felt so damn good. Riding him for all she was worth, her tight pussy clenching around him, she was pushing him too fast. He’d be damned if he came before her, taking her hips in his hands, he bit down on the nipple in his mouth and she quivered. Begging for more, she was moaning his name in that breathy little way that always got to him. Moving to her other breast his breath hitched when she rocked forward and began to quiver all over again. Fucking harder up into her, Carrie moaned and then hit her climax with his second thrust and started crying with the third. Her pussy was tightening to almost pain and he let go and came inside her. She yelped and her head sunk on his neck and nipped at him as he let go. He could understand, it felt amazing to come inside her, nothing between them.
Laying back on the lounge chair, Carrie on him, now he felt like he was home. The scent of her skin, of her pussy, the silk of her against him, the wet, tight heat of her pussy around his cock, this was home. Running his hands along her back, feeling her spine he loved the way she moaned and sighed at his touch.
“Welcome home.” She whispered against his neck.
It was odd she had said the words he had just been thinking of and he tried to brush his unease aside. Tightening his arm around her, he lifted her and took her through to his room. Setting her down on the bed she lay back, waiting for him, her eyes almost closed in languor. Opening the small bedside table he pulled out the lube, when she saw it her eyes widened and a flush came over her body, beautiful pink skin flooded bright in
anticipation.
“Turn over, get on your stomach.” Smiling, she rolled over and her plump sweet ass rose invitingly but she wasn’t quite on her knees. Flipping open the lube a few drops were all he needed, he was already wet from the both of them but he knew it wouldn’t be enough for her. Carefully, he parted her cheeks and found the tight little rosebud, already winking at him. Slowly, he coated the rim of her and slipped gently inside. From the week of preparing her, she didn’t tense as he pushed two fingers deep inside and set an easy tempo for her. Her breath grew shallow and she moaned and began to push back against him. His other hand tweaked and twisted her tight nipples, he wanted all of her wanting his cock inside her ass. She moved then, onto her knees, opening wider for him. Slowly, he slid in another finger and she gasped his name but still she pushed back for more.
“More, Rafael, I want you inside me. Please.” She begged.
His cock was so hard he knew he was ready and then she pushed back taking his fingers until they disappeared all the way inside. Now she was ready for him. Moving behind her, his cock was slick from their mingled juices and she was coated well from the lube and he pushed in deeper than he had expected. He needed to go slow, his control tight, there was no guarantee she would come from this position. Knowing that, he moved her until she fit him and he could reach her clitoris to send her to her orgasm. His concentration on fitting her to him, he wasn’t aware she pushed back onto his cock until he was almost buried deep. Now she was fucking him and damn it felt so good. Grasping her hips, his jaw worked as he took control and began a slower and deeper rhythm. They were skin to skin now and they both groaned in time. Slow, he fought his body’s need to plunge harder and faster, she felt so damn good, hot and tight around his aching cock. Each time he went deep she moaned and soon she was tugging at her nipples and began to beg him to move faster.
Tight as she was, her body accepted and was greedy for him. Just as she did with her pussy, her ass clenched and clung to his cock. Picking up speed, the cry she gave out was an urgent plea. Harder he pushed and she moaned and he couldn’t believe it but he felt her body begin to build to climax. Her climax pushed him on and he moved faster and harder into her. Soon she began shaking and her ass clenched him as she cried out, sobbing her climax. Her arms gave out as her climax overtook her whole body. So close, already, seeing her reaction had him spinning out of control. A few more strokes were all it took for him to follow her over the edge. Spilling into her, he felt her milking him, welcoming the feeling of him inside her. Hell, she was going to make him hard all over again. As much as he didn’t want to, he pulled out of her, then immediately pulled her back into his arms.
They were both fighting for breath. For long minutes he felt content to simply hold her in his arms. After a few minutes she turned and laid her head on his chest, snuggling into him with a low moan. Running his hands through her hair, all the tension that had been inside him for the last few weeks was gone completely. He knew he shouldn’t be so damn happy to have her in his arms again but he couldn’t bring himself care.
“Rafael, when we both can breathe easily again, can we do it again because I really like it a lot. If I weren’t so happy you were back I think I’d be mad at you for holding out on me.”
Chuckling, he caught a hand in her hair and forced her eyes up, “Sweetheart, it doesn’t always feel good for everyone. And yes, as soon as you are ready, we’ll do whatever you want. Three weeks has been far too long.”
“That’s too bad, I can’t imagine someone not feeling so good. I’m pretty sure it was more intense than all of the times so far. I hadn’t thought it was possible.” Her surprise clear and honest.
“For some women it’s different and you did surprise me, happily so. I would have been happy to know you just weren’t in pain but knowing you can orgasm with my cock in your ass is a gift, mi dulce.”
“Really? You like anal sex, Rafael?”
“Carrie, I enjoy every way I can make you scream my name when you come.” Rolling her beneath him, he kissed her with all the longing that had been building up for the last three weeks. She met his kiss, stroke for stroke as hungry and greedy as he was. This was where he belonged, they both belonged, he’d worry about everything else tomorrow.
Chapter Thirteen
Two weeks later
Carrie fumbled with her phone. She was trying desperately to come up with an excuse but she couldn’t think of a good one. Twice already she had said she was busy and had been putting Manuel off but anything else would have just been downright rude. Not being able to think of anything, she simply texted, okay, see you in a few.
She was pretty sure Manuel had made up the delivery and bringing over lunch for them to share. It wasn’t until she had gone into the restaurant to tell Manuel she was quitting to take the job Rafael offered she had figured out he did like her. His disappointment had been so clear it had embarrassed her. His family and he had been so good to her, the idea of not having one lunch with him seemed mean. She would make sure he understood it was just lunch and then she would tell him about Rafael and she was sure he would leave quietly.
