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She felt him stroking her hair gently and she smiled. She could also still feel his erection between her legs. She rocked her hips ever so slightly, her smile turning to a grin when he grunted. Then she shifted her hips back a little, easing the pressure on him. She didn’t want to torture him too much. She lifted her head to look at him, his eyes still hot on her face.
With the gnawing hunger she had for him partially quenched, she could take her time now. She reached up and brushed at his hair, then stroked his face gently before leaning in and claiming his lips in a slow, languorous kiss, sliding her tongue over his.
Mikayla gloried in the hot, wet mingling of tongues. His hands glided over her thighs, her hips, her waist, her breasts, then into her hair, over her shoulders, down her back, stoking the flickering flame of her desire anew. He pushed her dress off her shoulders and away. She did the same with his shirt. She felt the heat building in her when he unclipped her bra, breaking the kiss to lean back and watch as she slid it off. He lifted his hands to her breasts, rubbing at her nipples with his thumbs until she whimpered. Then he took one breast in his mouth, rolling his tongue over her, sucking on her so that she felt the pull between her legs.
With his hands on her hips, he surprised her by pushing at her to get off him. She did so, shooting him an uncertain look as she rose to her feet. She smiled when she realized his intention, the smile turning hot as he tracked his fingers up her thighs, hooking them in the waistband of her underwear and tugging them down. They fell to her ankles and she stepped out, kicking them away, standing naked before him in the warm glow of the candles, his hungry gaze scorching her as it roved over her body.
He ran his fingers through the damp curls between her legs, leaning forward to press hot kisses up her thighs. She pulled back before he could do what he obviously intended and kiss her between her legs. She took his chin in her hand and tilted his face up. “Absolutely not. If anyone’s going down, it’s me.”
“You do that and it’s all over,” he objected.
“Then let’s do this.” She pushed him back against the couch, straddled him again and took his lips with her own. She put a bit more heat into it, relishing the responding curl of heat in her belly. While she kissed him, she ran her hands down his stomach to the snap of his jeans, undoing it and lifting up so he could wriggle out of them. Then he was naked and she could touch him, so she did. She wrapped her fingers around his cock, moving her hand up and down on him. The heat pooled inside her at the pleasure she was giving him.
The need, the want, to have him inside her became too great. She reached for a condom, ripping it out of the packet and rolling it on him. Then she rose up, holding onto his shoulders as she lowered her hips, feeling the tip of him pressing into her, lowering herself further. The sensation of him filling her was so intense that it nearly brought tears to her eyes.
She could have drowned in the fathomless depths of his eyes as she rocked her hips slightly, delighting in the look of almost painful pleasure that flickered across his face.
“Mikayla,” he said, his voice hot and husky, his hands sliding from her hips up into her hair.
She leaned forward. “Rafael,” she whispered as she brushed her lips across his.
He tilted her head, claiming her lips in a long, drugging kiss, building the heat swirling through her. She gasped when he moved his hands over her breasts, kneading and squeezing, teasing her nipples with his long fingers. He broke their kiss so he could trail hot, wet kisses down her neck. She started moving her hips, slowly at first, a gentle up and down motion, but as she heard his breathing become ragged, and he wrapped his arms around her, she moved faster, riding him harder as the warm flush of desire turned to a raging fire. She let her head fall back as her hips pumped and the tension built within her, the feeling of him inside her almost exquisitely unbearable. She cried out as the tension snapped and her body jerked in climax, intense pleasure cascading through her. She buried her face in Rafe’s neck as she felt his arms tighten around her and his body convulse while his own orgasm took him.
She took a deep, shuddering breath, then another. Her heart was hammering hard against her ribcage. She stayed where she was for the longest time, resting her head on his shoulder as he ran his hands up and down her back in long, soothing strokes. Sighing with contentment, she lifted her head and looked at him. “One down, forty-seven to go,” she said, grinning as he chuckled. She pressed a kiss to his lips and said, “There’s a snack platter in the fridge and the game starts in less than five minutes. I’m just going to slip into something more comfortable. I’ll be back out in a minute.”
“Okay.”
She clambered off him, scooping her dress and underwear off the floor and making her way across the lounge room to her bedroom. “Stop checking out my ass,” she said, without looking back.
“Can’t. It’s a great ass.”
She chortled as she moved through into her bedroom, pushing his bag out with her foot before closing the door behind her. She leaned back against it for a moment, unable to stop grinning. Wow, that really was amazing. It was more than she could ever have imagined. She wanted to do it all over again, as quickly as possible. She grabbed a set of pajamas and pulled them on. But then she spied her Sydney Swans crazy hat on the top shelf of her wardrobe. She grabbed it with a huge grin and, struck by an idea, she quickly changed into her Swans football pajamas. With the crazy hat on, she moved back out into the loungeroom. Rafe was dressed in a t-shirt and tracksuit pants. He sat back on the couch with the television on and the snack platter on the coffee table in front of him. It wasn’t long before he took one look at her in her bright red flannelette pajamas, covered in little swans, and the stupid pez beanie with red and white lengths of foam, sticking out of it like crazy hair, and cracked up laughing. She grinned as she plopped down next to him, grabbing the platter and snuggling in as he put his arm around her. He felt her gaze on him and turned his head. “It’s not weird, is it?” She asked.
He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “No, it’s not weird.”
* * *
Rafe drifted into wakefulness, taking a moment to orient to his surroundings. He turned his head. Soft, pearly sunlight spilled into the room and across the bed, toying with Mikayla’s hair, turning it a bright, fiery red. He shifted onto his side, resting his head in his hand and just looked at her. She was lying on her stomach, facing away from him. Her milky white shoulders peaked above the sheet. Christ, what a miracle she was, what a revelation. So hot. How had they known each other all these years and never done this before? It seemed like a sad waste of opportunity. He grinned to himself as he thought, there’s no time like the present to make up for lost time. He reached out and slowly, carefully, slid the sheet down. Right down, to just above her bottom. Then he traced his fingertips up her spine, smiling when he saw goosebumps rising across her skin. He heard her sigh. When he reached her neck, he trailed his fingers back down, to the edge of the sheet. She had the most amazing body, with refined muscles that rippled under silky skin. He ran his fingers into the dip at her waist, and his smile widened when she squirmed.
“No funny business until I’ve had my morning coffee,” she murmured. He pulled his hand away. She turned her head, lifting her hand to pull her hair out of her face, her gaze sexy and sleepy as she looked at him. “Unless you can convince me.”
He smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to her shoulder blade, pushing the sheet away to expose her bare bottom. She had the most perfect ass, round and firm and begging for his touch. He slid his hand over her, down her thighs, then up, letting his fingers brush lightly between her legs. Mikayla gasped and he felt the heat churning through him.
He shifted to give himself better access, continuing the hot kisses until he got to her bottom. Then he drew a deep breath and blew a giant raspberry on her left butt cheek, grinning up at her as she burst out laughing. “What wasthat?”She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes alight with laughter and arousal.
“That was aPlease wake up so we can shagraspberry.”
“Hm, weirdest foreplay ever, but I’ll take it.” She rolled over and given his position on the bed, gave him the perfect opportunity to do exactly what he’d wanted to do for quite a while. He kept his eyes on her face, her smile fading and her eyes turning hot when he kissed her thigh, running his hand up her other leg and over the curls between her legs. She was already wet, gasping when his finger hovered over her clitoris. Her eyes drifted closed as he stroked her. The look of intense pleasure on her face inflamed him. He wanted more. He always wanted more of her. The way they shared their bodies the previous night, on the kitchen bench during halftime, on the couch again at the end of the match, in the shower before they went to bed, it all just made him want her more. He shifted on the bed so that he was between her legs. Then he slowly went about kissing the inside of her thighs as he slid a finger inside her. He flicked his tongue across her clitoris, moving his finger in and out of her. Rafe could do nothing but bask in the taste of her. He flicked his tongue and moved his finger faster, and her gasp turned to a low moan as she gripped the bedsheet with both hands.
“Rafe…god, I—” she broke off as a tremor shook her, crying out as her hips bucked and he placed his other hand low on her abdomen to keep her still so he could lick her to climax. She almost screamed when she came, her head falling back and her body convulsing as the pleasure rippled through her. She collapsed back on the bed, taking short, shallow breaths, moving her legs restlessly as her body tried to calm.
Rafe kissed his way up her body until he found her lips. She sighed as he kissed her. A soft, sweet kiss to give her body time to recover, but she was having none of that. She reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a condom, ripping the packet open and holding it out to him.
“Are you sure?” He had been planning to take a bit of time to get her going again, in spite of his own, aching arousal.
“Yes. I want you inside me.” He needed no further encouragement, taking the condom from her and rolling it on. She wrapped her legs around his waist and as he positioned himself, he took her hands and put them above her head, holding them with his own. “Kiss me.”
He kissed her as he pushed up into her, almost breaking apart at how soft and warm she was. He eased out, then back in with slow, deep strokes, watching her eyes darken, listening as her breathing turned ragged, her arousal heightening his own.
