Page 58 of Rafferty's Rules
She’s so small. So petite.With curves in the right places. Soft, creamy skin and pink cheeks.And a pussy I want to drown myself in.
As I crawl up her body, I lick and suck at my leisure. A nip to the hips. My mouth teasing the tip of her breasts. My tongue running the length of her scar, making her shiver beneath me.
I brace myself on my palm placed next to her head, aligning our bodies, her soft to my hard, as I kiss her again and again.
Fuck. Me. Blind. I think I might have a Lissa-specific addictive personality as our tongues tangle and out teeth clash. I love it—fuckin’ love how she licks the taste of herself from me as she moans into my mouth.
‘You’re so fucking delicious,’ I whisper, using my teeth and tongue on her neck, causing her to mewl as she rubs herself against me. We’re minutes from full out fucking when she plants her palm solidly in the middle of my chest.
‘Condom,’ she pants, her melted chocolate eyes intent on mine.
I nod and swallow; truthfully, I can’t fucking wait to be inside her for the first time.But certainly not the last. Because something tells me this night will be one I won’t forget in a hurry.
I stand and whip off my undies. A minute later, I have a foot on the floor and a knee on the bed as I rake through the back of the nightstand drawer a little desperately. You might say I’m underprepared, but I’m almost certain there’s a box of condoms in here somewhere. A second later, the mattress shifts, and Lissa plasters her body against my back.
‘Hurry, please. I need you.’
The feel of her full tits pressed against me is torturous, and as her hands wrap my waist, my dick throbs and my abs contract. With a growl, I turn to her, taking her face in my hands as I proceed to kiss the fuck out of her.
‘Wait. Just wait.’ I kiss her again—because she’s not the only one desperate for this—before returning to my search when she leans over me again, placing her specs on top of the nightstand. The scent of her drives me insane.
Where are these fucking condoms?My fingers scramble against the wood before I find the box at the very back.
Halle-fucking-lujah.
I rip open the foil, and with shaking fingers, I slide the franger down the length of my cock, then turn to her. White teeth chew her kiss-plumped bottom lip, her eyes glued to my cock, the traitorous muscle jumping to attention despite the fact that I have my hand still wrapped around the base. She looks so ready—the sultry-eyed, heaving chest sort of ready.
And if either of us survives the experience, I’ll be stunned.
I’m no sooner over her when her hands are curled around my shoulders, and she’s pushing me back against the mattress. She clambers over me, her legs spread wide across my thighs, and I thank providence, the universe, God, Buddha, and all deities for this sight. Her legs spread, her pussy pink and slick. She smells fucking intoxicating, and she looks like she was made just for me. But I don’t get to say any of this as she presses my cock against her clit.
‘Hurry, baby. I need to feel you.’
She whimpers desperately, rocking herself forward a touch, her next words garbled and rushed and not making much sense. But I have to be honest here; right now, I would struggle to make sense of even the most basic of statements, poised as I am at the very entrance to heaven, my hips rising as though magnetised, my hands seeking her tits.
‘I need to tell you something,’ she whispers hotly. ‘Need to add something to the list.’
‘Fuck, anything.’ I close my eyes and refuse to think of what else she might want to add. My body is strung as tight as any bow, my self-control ready to snap. Isodon’t need the extra stimulation right now.
‘Retrospectively,’ she murmurs, wetting her lips as she tortures me with her tiny movements. Then she falls forward suddenly, her palms landing on either side of my head. Adding to the torment is the graze of her nipples and the trail of her silky hair against my chest. ‘One of those things I haven’t done before.’
Yes, please. But let’s talk about this later when—
My brain shuts off as she rises above me like the goddess she is, my body following hers like the disciple she’s made me. Sitting upright brings us closer than ever. So close that she takes the head of my cock between her lips, sinking down slowly, inch by slow inch. Her whimper a counterpoint to my harsh sigh because she’s tight and slick and fucking sublime, and I’m suddenly groaning like a teenager as I try to resist bucking my hips.
‘Don’t move,’ she whispers breathlessly, her hands slung carelessly around my shoulders as we’re pressed skin to skin. I still, realising she hasn’t moved. I’m only half in, and her eyes are closed, and I’m pretty sure I can feel her heart thundering against my own. Fuck, what did she just say about— ‘Oh, God,’ I groan as her hot walls clench, cutting off blood supply to my brain. ‘That feels so fucking good.’
Fuckin’ oath, I don’t say, not as I grit my teeth, fighting the need to place my hands on her hips and push her down solidly.
‘Lis, you’re killing me,’ I half moan as she turns to me but doesn’t speak, her mouth seeking mine a little desperately. My hands wrap around her in a fierce hug as we make out as though she isn’t balanced on my cock.
‘Jesus, you’ve got some control,’ I whisper as I come up for air. Her thighs must be screaming.
Her answer is the kind of shocking treat that tightens my already throbbing balls as she strokes the back of my neck, grabbing a fistful of my hair as she lifts herself. I’m already groaning, but as she slides herself down my length so deliberately, I think I might see fucking stars.
Every part of me is vibrating, every muscle aching with want and need as I try to keep my hips on the bed as she begins to chant, ‘Oh god, oh, god, oh, godddd.’ She rocks against me in tight movements, faster movements—her next moan sounding part howl. Her tits bounce in the periphery of my vision, though our gazes never once break, her insides gripping me greedily while her outsides mesmerise.
But there’s something about the way she moves that makes me think. Whether her tentative beginning or the way she barely blinks.Like she doesn’t want to miss a thing.
