Page 35 of One Week With You
“Safety first,” I joked, then lay back on the floor.
She shook her head with another laugh and snatched the condom, carefully opening the packet before rolling it down my cock. Shuffling forward on her knees, she positioned me exactly where she wanted and then—
“Fuck,” I said desperately, taking a second to close my eyes.
Too much. Too much.
“Watch me,” she demanded softly.
I opened my eyes. Riveted to the way she held my gaze as she slid up and down my length, inch by slow wet inch.
We both groaned.
Talia leaned forward, resting her hands on my chest to give herself more leverage as she slowly fucked herself on my cock, and I couldn’t have taken my eyes off her if I tried.
I touched her everywhere I could reach – cupping her tits from below, pinching and pulling her nipples until they were red and she whined, rubbing that swollen clit with my thumb. Her skin was painted in firelight and shadows, and the sight of her like this, rolling her hips harder and faster, squeezing me so tight I could see stars, was enough to make me snap.
Grabbing her hips hard enough to bruise, I powered into her from below. Ferocious slaps over and over, again and again. The temperature rose and I could feel the pressure of my own release building and building from within, burning up my spine—
“I’m gonna come,” Talia breathed out the moment she clenched around my cock, and all it took was that vicious wave and shudder, then I was coming too, pulse after pulse of agonising bliss.
At some point Talia slumped forward, panting against my chest, and I smoothed directionless patterns across her back dusted with sweat, my breaths lifting tufts of her hair as I came down from the high.
We lost time for a while.
Eventually, Talia climbed off me and collapsed onto her back while I removed the condom. We lay there side by side, nothing but the sound of the fire crackling next to us and the awareness that everything had changed.
I searched for her hand and weaved our fingers together, the action drawing our gazes in shock but also understanding.
Talia made a face that saidwhat now?and I shrugged because I had no idea except that I wanted to do that again, as many times, and as soon as possible.
CHAPTER8
TALIA
The sweet sensationof fingers drifting along my hairline was the only way I wanted to wake up from now on. One fingertip took a soft detour to circle my ear and down the edge of my jaw. Rafe was learning every path of my body, just like he’d promised.
My mouth settled into a dozy grin.
“Morning,” I said, voice croaky with sleep.
His fingers paused. I let my body tense in a quiet, gratifying stretch before hiding my smile beneath the covers. Last night had been incredible and I wanted to bask in it for as long as possible. If I’d been alone, I would’ve rolled around in the bed and clutched all the pillows while I squealed like a teenager after her first date.
I hadn’t done that aftermyfirst date.
“Good morning,” Rafe replied, tugging the sheets away and drawing my chin upwards so he could better see my face. I loved the way he held me, framing my throat like it was his to claim.
He could claim anything and everything, if he hadn’t already.
I tried to fight him off, half-heartedly, and he rolled on top of me, tickling under my arm and down at my waist and that sensitive spot low on my hip that made my stomach clench.
He’d licked me there last night and I’d jerked just the same.
I laughed, wriggling about in the bed, our legs tangling beneath the covers, twisting up the sheets until they were an uncomfortable bunch beneath my spine.
Rafe peered down at me breathless and smiling, hips cradled between my thighs. I ran my fingertip between his brows, down the little line usually deep with a scowl, but it wasn’t there this morning. I followed the path down his nose, over that tiny bump and—
“I fell down the slide.”
