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I expected him to spread me, to slide between. I didn’t expect him to reach down for me, pulling me up onto my knees with him.
His hands moved up over my hips, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling upward.
His voice was a low rumble that shivered through me when he murmured, “Can you put your arms up for me, baby?”
A shiver moved down my spine as I lifted my arms in the air. The shirt slid over my head and his chest brushed my bare breasts in the process, making both of us stiffen.
He tossed the shirt and his hands slid up from my hips, teasing the sides of my breasts, moving over my shoulders, then—finally—slipping downward, closing over my breasts.
His groan drowned out my moan as I arched back, pressing my chest more firmly into his hands. His palms shifted, letting his thumbs work soft circles around my nipples until they twisted into tight points.
Goosebumps rose in a rush and my thighs clenched as the ache grew between them.
I expected more touch.
But Raff shifted suddenly down, lowering onto his back as he grabbed me behind the knees and dragged me forward.
“Get down here,” he demanded, pulling me down when I hovered, feeling awkward.
All insecurity flew out of my mind, though, when I felt his tongue trace up the center of me, then start to circle my clit until my thighs were shaking, my breath was hitching, and the pressure pushed hard on my lower stomach.
I didn’t know if I was sinking or soaring, but either way, I never wanted to land as he continued to circle my clit, driving me up slowly, but relentlessly.
My attention locked on him until everything else faded around the edges.
My soft sounds grew to ragged moans as he worked me.
Raff’s hands wrapped around my thighs, holding me down against him as my hips started to rock instinctively as the ache tightened.
Then, stealing my breath, the pleasure tightened and slowly released—a deep, throbbing release that started between my thighs and traveled up my spine, overtaking me completely.
Raff worked me through it before I fell off to the side of him, dropping onto my ass beside him, panting for breath, pulsing all over.
Raff rolled onto his side, his hand sliding up and down one leg, then the other, anchoring me back into my body and making desire kindle again.
Only then did he lift up and move closer.
I reached for him, pulling him with me as I lowered down, his weight pressing me into the mattress.
My legs parted, letting him slide between.
Raff’s forehead pressed to mine, a groan escaping him as his cock slid against my cleft.
Heat traced through me as a tingling awareness spread outward, limb by limb, as Raff’s lips claimed mine again.
It was soft at first, coaxing, but as my legs bracketed around him and my hands started to slide up and down his back. The kiss pressed harder then, hungrier, more demanding.
My pulse skittered, too fast to count, and Raff’s lips ripped from mine, kissing down my neck, then the center of my chest.
A tremble racked my system as he shifted and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth.
I arched into his mouth as heat sparked across every nerve.
His lips sucked, his tongue traced, and his teeth grazed. And just when I didn’t think I could take any more of the sensation, he moved across my chest, continuing the blissful torment.
My hands slid into his hair, tugging until the pain had him lifting up and moving back over me again.
His lips were on mine again—deep.
