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“I need…” I choked out, body writhing right there on the edge, that tingly crest of a climax, so close and yet completely out of reach.
“What do you need, Talia? Tell me. Fucking tell me,” he demanded roughly, hips pistoning back and forth.
I desperately wanted to touch him, needed to grip the muscle of his ass and feel it clench as he powered into me, and I struggled against the binding at my wrists.
“Touch me,” I managed somehow. “Rub my clit.”
A growl ripped from his chest, and he swept one hand up to my breasts, squeezing the weight, pinching my nipple, everywhere I hadn’t begged for but somehow he knew I needed. My head rocked side to side and just when I was on the edge of begging for more, Rafe slid his fingers down to my pussy, teasing my swollen clit with soft touches and hard circles until I went out of my mind, overloaded with exquisite sensation.
My breath caught in my throat.
“Yes, come all over me,” he said tightly. “Fuck.”
My ass lifted inches off the bed as I clenched around his cock, an endless cycle of jerks and shudders until I was a wrung-out puddle of bliss with ringing in my ears. Rafe gripped me tighter, powering through my orgasm with deeper, wilder thrusts, over and over until he cried out and slumped in a breathless, sweaty mess.
I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t.
“Untie me,” I begged. “Untie me right now.”
Immediately Rafe snagged the ribbon and tugged it free. Concern flashed in his eyes until I threw my hands around his neck, smoothing them up to his jawline, touching him the way I needed. His gaze darted between mine, his expression softened. I pulled him down to my mouth and kissed him hungrily, hoping he heard everything I wasn’t yet brave enough to say.
CHAPTER9
RAFE
Boxing Day startedwith the Johnson family tradition of hot chocolate with marshmallows andHome Alone. We planned on three rounds of Monopoly – the usual best out of three to decide the winner – but round two ended with Talia flat on her back on top of the board, fake money and game pieces scattered everywhere. It took ten minutes to find the little silver top hat while we settled on a draw.
Late afternoon we went for a walk and then dozed for over an hour. I wasn’t sure if we both needed to catch up on years of lost sleep or if our bodies were finally relaxed enough not to fight it, but I’d never napped so much in my life.
When I woke, the bed was empty beside me, and Talia was padding around the bedroom barefoot, in nothing but one of my flannel checked shirts. A soft, dreamy smile played with her mouth as she re-rolled the length of red ribbon I’d thrown on the floor the night before. I stretched and clasped my hands behind my head and watched her move, eating up the sight of her smooth, solid thighs, my grin dark when she bent over.
I’d never tire ofthatview.
“What are you up to?”
Talia dropped the ribbon onto the dresser and whirled around. “Just tidying away. I thought you were asleep.”
“I’m very much awake now.” I winked, nodding at my cock tenting the sheet.
She laughed, sending me a look of faux shock. “A gift, for me?”
“Already unwrapped.”
She shook her head softly, fingertips pressed against her smile. “But I didn’t get you one. What can I get you?”
“How about you come up here and sit on my face. That’d be gift enough.”
Talia’s amusement vanished when she realised I was serious. After a second’s pause, she slowly unbuttoned the shirt, teasing me with glimpses of her skin, the slope of her cleavage without a bra. The way the fabric slithered to the floor energised me like nothing else.I kicked the blankets and sheets to the end of the bed, not even ashamed I was quick about it.
Eager and painfully aroused, I patted the mattress next to my head. “Right here, baby.”
Talia climbed onto the end of the bed and crawled up my body, pausing to kiss the dip of my hip bone. The shivery caress of her hair as it fell in her face and across my cock had me groaning, and she looked up the length of my body with a glint in her eye and a smug little grin.Tease. She swung one leg over my shoulder and took a bracing breath as she hovered above my face. There was a vulnerability shadowing her eyes, given the intimacy of the position, and the only thing that surprised me was that I was allowed to see it.
“Beautiful,” I whispered, mesmerised by the obscene way she was spread out for me, the wet splay of her sex. She scraped her fingertips through my hair and across my scalp while I smoothed my hands up the outside of her thighs, over the wide crest of her hips and up to her breasts. Everything about her body lit me on fire, generous enough to grab and clutch andsqueeze,and I did so over and over, starved for her even though it had only been hours since we’d last fucked.
Talia leaned into my touch as I lightly circled her areola once, twice, three times, before I gave her nipple a solid pinch and tug, nothing even remotely gentle about it. Her mouth dropped open, her head rolled. Signs of pleasure I’d imagined for so fucking long, but nothing came close to matching the real-life visual.
My cock was as hard as a fist.
