Page 59 of A Million Shades Of Love and Betrayal

Fuck me! What was this woman doing to me?

The moment Yasmin set down the Rolex, tension surged through my body. I could hear the soft tick-tock of the watch, a reminder of every agonizing second passing by. She turned, her eyes locking with mine, and a sultry smile played on her lips. She walked back over to me, her hips swaying with an enticing grace that made my breath hitch. I could only watch her, my muscles tense with anticipation. I didn’t dare move, afraid that any action on my part would break the spell she had cast, and she would stop.

"Rafael," she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down my spine. "Do you have any idea how sexy you are?"

I swallowed hard, unable to find my voice. Her words were intoxicating, each one a spark that set my blood on fire. "You've been so good to me," she whispered, her tone sultry and teasing.

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt a familiar heat pooling in my lower abdomen. I tried to maintain my composure, but her presence was overwhelming. She moved her lips to my neck, placing feather-light kisses that ignited my skin. Still, I didn't move. My fingers remained balled into fists even as she ran her hand up my chest, helping me to shrug off my shirt.

She giggled softly, a sound that was both innocent and wicked. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, the way you hold yourself back. But you don’t have to, not anymore.”

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. She placed an open mouth kiss on a sensitive part of my neck. The sensation was electric, and I could feel my self-control slipping away.

“You’re making it very hard to be a gentleman,” I managed to say, trembling slightly.

She laughed again, this time a little more wickedly. “Who says I want you to be a gentleman?” Her hand continued its journey downward, reaching my belt buckle. She played with it, her fingers nimble and teasing. “I want you to show me how much you want me, Rafael.”

A primal growl escaped my lips, and I grabbed her, pulling her onto my lap. Her gasp of surprise quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as I dragged her over my body, positioning her so she was straddling me. Her eyes widened in surprise, then quickly darkened with desire. I could feel the heat of her pussy lips through the thin fabric of her thong, and it drove me wild. I rolled my hips up, pressing against her. She gasped, her head falling back as she let out a low, throaty moan.

"About time you took over," she moaned, her voice breathy and filled with lust.

Something snapped inside me. All the pent-up desire, the longing, it all came flooding out. I rolled my hips, pressing against her, eliciting another moan from her lips. Her hands gripped my shoulders, nails digging into my skin as she ground down onto me.

"Yasmin," I groaned, my voice raw with need. "You drive me fucking crazy."

She laughed, a low, seductive sound that sent another wave of arousal through me. "Good," she said, her eyes dark with desire. "Because you make me feel the same way."

I captured her lips in a searing kiss, my hands moving to grip her waist, guiding her movements. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, and our tongues danced in a heated rhythm. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, mirroring the frantic beat of my own.

"Rafe," she whimpered, her voice trembling with urgency. "I need you... now."

Her words were my undoing. With a growl, I flipped us over, pinning her beneath me. Her eyes widened in surprise and delight, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. I kissed a trail down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin, and how her body responded to my touch.

“Rafe,” she breathed, her voice husky. “Take me.”

"You wish to fuck little wife?"

Yasmin moaned in response, nodding enthusiastically. My mouth watered as I slid down her body, my lips roaming over her breasts and stomach before reaching the offending material shielding her cunt from me. I gripped the material tightly ripping it apart until it was in tatters around her pussy, exposing her fully to me.

Unable to wait any longer I shoved my face between her thick thighs, inhaling deeply. She sucked in a shaky breath. "You smell so sweet," I mumbled against her lower lips. "Make as much noise as you want," I told her and then I was sliding my tongue through her slit, changing the dynamic between us forever.

Yasmin jerked, her lips parting on a loud cry that only got louder when I wrapped my arms around her hips, forcing her pussy down on my tongue. She moaned with need, her chest heaving as she gripped my hair tightly in her fists.

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Yasmin

Every nerve ending in my body felt like it was on fire. Each touch, each caress, sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, leaving me trembling and gasping for breath. As I clutched his hair, my fingers wound tightly, I felt his tongue dart and swirl, exploring me in ways I never imagined. The sensation was almost overwhelming, a blend of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

I couldn't believe this was happening. It felt like a dream, and the only thing grounding me in reality was the heat of his mouth and the relentless pressure of his tongue. My back arched off the bed as another wave of pleasure hit me. I cried out, the sound raw and needy.

"Please," I gasped, knowing exactly what I was begging for. I wanted more, needed more. His response was a growl of approval, the vibrations sending shockwaves throughout my body.

My body moved of its own accord, grinding against his mouth, desperate for release. My thighs trembled, my breath coming in ragged pants. I felt myself getting closer, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within me. Every flick of his tongue, every press of his lips, pushed me closer to the edge.

My hands left his hair to clutch at the sheets, twisting them in my fists as I felt my climax building. It was like a tidal wave, unstoppable and fierce. "I'm going to—" I started, but the words were lost in a moan as my orgasm crashed over her. I was helpless against it, my body convulsing, my mind going blank from the sheer intensity of it.

He didn't stop, didn't let up, and the pleasure became almost too much. I could do nothing but ride the waves, my cries filling the room, until finally, the last tremors faded, and I collapsed back onto the bed, boneless and spent.

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