Page 92 of Rafferty's Rules
‘I trust you,’ she says, eyes wide and with a tiny smile. ‘And I want you wild, Rafferty. I want you any way I can get you.’
With a growl, I kiss my way down her body, every inch of her smooth skin trembling and mine. As I slide between her legs, the muscles of her thighs flex and tense. Then open in invitation. I press my nose there, inhaling the heady scent of her need.
‘Fuck, Lis. You smell so good. I could drown in you.’ As she moans, I press my mouth over her in a kiss, then open my jaw wide as though I could take a bite. ‘Do you make yourself come?’ I swipe my thumb over the fabric—over the length of her, her back arching as she presses herself into the contact. ‘Do you play with yourself?’
‘Yes,’ she whispers, turning her head into the pillow under her head.
‘Would you let me watch sometime?’ My mouth pressed low, my gaze wanders up her body to where she takes the cotton pillowcase between her teeth. It doesn’t stop her needful moan as I dip my fingers under the cotton, pressing my thumb into the depths of her.
‘Rafferty, please,’ she whispers fervently.
‘Tell me where you need me? Here? I twist my wrist, Lissa hips arching into the experience. ‘Or here.’ I rise above her to press my wet thumb between her lips. She moans so deeply, sucking hard and pulling the digit into her mouth.Fuck, there’s my answer.She tastes like sex and fucking heat as I kiss her, lick the seam of her lips, pulling her bottom lip into my mouth.
‘Baby, I don’t think I can trust myself with you right now.’
‘Please.’ Her hand on my chest, she drags it down to my cock, wrapping it in her fist and giving it a solid tug. ‘I trust you. I need you.’ Her gaze grows heavy as I groan, my cock so fucking hard in her hand. ‘I want you to see how much I want you.’
‘I see you. I know.’ There’s something in the tenor of her pleas that’s a little too much for me. ‘Let me so this,’ I whisper, taking both her hands and bringing them above her head. ‘Let me own you, Lissa.’Let me make love to you, my unspoken words say.
As I kiss her, I feel my tension slip away. Is that what I needed? To put a name to this—to what I’m feeling? I don’t want to fuck her. I want to own every part of her, from heels to head. I want to make love to her because I’m falling in love.
The realisation should make me move, not like I’m doing, not moving my mouth over hers to taste her sighs and her skin. It should be making me move to the door, collecting my shorts from the floor on the way out. Instead, I’m pulling off her underwear, resigning myself to this. To fate. To her walking out of my life next week, leaving me nursing a hurting heart. This should feel like my life is unravelling. But it’s the opposite. For once, I see sex has meaning.
My kiss her slowly, thoroughly, suck her tongue into my mouth then deliver rough, biting kisses to her jaw and the soft skin of her neck. I press my hand over the pert roundness of her breast, pinching the tip, her whole body trembling taut and humming with need under my fingertips.
And maybe with the prescience of what the moment means.
As I move down her body, I trail my tongue over her scar, travelling farther still, dipping into her navel. Pushing her thighs farther apart, blow a soft breath over her heated flesh.
‘Rafferty,’ she whispers, pushing up onto her elbows to watch, her eyes rolling closed with a languid moan as I breach her folds with my tongue. One lick and she’s crying out. Two and she’s whispering incoherently, bucking into my hands as I wrap them around the contours of her hips.
‘You taste so sweet, Lis.’ I circle the soft rise of her clit with my tongue. ‘So, so sweet.’ I begin to flick, her body reaching like a whip.
My cock aches, it’s so hard, and I’m almost fucking the mattress as I revel in the taste of her and in the tenor of her cries. I devour her like the delicacy she is, feast on her like she’s my last meal. All I can think is how many ways I want her.On my face. On her knees. In my life always.I need to be inside her, sunk so deep she’ll always feel me.
I grunt, a sound of primal approval, as she reaches down, twisting her hand in my hair. She begins to grind against me as I fuck her with my tongue then my fingers. She squirms under me, riding the edge of her own pleasure as she cries out my name.
‘That’s it,’ I growl against her wet flesh, the very sight of her losing herself driving me insane. From between her legs, my eyes travel the length of her body. Her spine arched, her skin is flushed, her nipples pebbled and taut. ‘Give it to me,’ I demand as, with a twist of my wrist, she arches off the mattress, her body beginning to pulse around my fingers. ‘Give me what I need.’
With a sharp cry, she pushes hard against my mouth, wild and hard as I press my face against her, completely lost in this intensity.
‘Please,’ she gasps, eventually coming down. Her thighs shake, her hand, too, as she reaches out for me.
Sweat sticks to my back as I crawl up the bed. The weight of my cock dragging against her skin as I pause to suck and taste, gently biting the curve of her breast.
‘That looks obscene,’ she whispers, pants, whatever, as I lick the taste of her from my mouth. Her eyes are dark and heavy, her cheeks flushed. She looks... fucking amazing and I want to touch her everywhere.Fuck her everywhere.‘I think the use of your tongue should be illegal.’
‘Does that mean you don’t want me to lick your pussy again?’
‘It means I want you to move into my panties,’ she says, her words coming out in a rush as she hooks one leg around me.
I’m smiling, and as hard as I’ve ever been in my whole life, desperation doesn’t even come into it. It feels kind of momentous, looking down at her. Does she feel it, or does this only go one way?
‘You’re perfect,’ I find myself whispering.
She gasps as I slide myself over her, rubbing myself through her wetness, making us both exhale a shuddering breath.
‘I need you.’ Her hand cradles my face, her soft breath blowing over me. Her next breath more sigh than anything else as I press into her and her eyes flutter closed, her body accepting me. ‘Yes, like that... ’
