Page 60 of A Million Shades Of Love and Betrayal

I lay there, chest heaving, staring up at the ceiling with wide, unseeing eyes. It took several moments for me to come back to myself, for the fog of pleasure to lift enough that I could think clearly. When I did, I felt a soft kiss on my inner thigh, a gentle reminder that he was still there.

My hands found his hair again, this time stroking it gently. I looked down at him, a soft smile playing on my lips despite how shy I suddenly felt. "That was..." I couldn't find the words. He looked up at me, his eyes dark with satisfaction.

He climbed up my body, his lips trailing kisses along the way until he was face to face with me. He kissed me deeply, and I could taste myself on his lips, a heady reminder of what had just happened. I felt a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the afterglow of sex and everything to do with him.

It was more than just the physical connection. It was the way he looked at me, the way he touched me like I was the most precious thing in the world. It was the feeling of being known, being seen, in a way I'd never experienced before. All I could think now was how much I wanted to reciprocate that feeling. Before he even knew what hit him, I flipped him over, so I was now straddling his hips. He grunted but aside from that he just let me have my way with him.

My hands immediately reached for his belt buckle. I hastily unbuttoned his pants, lowering the zipper carefully. I sucked in a deep breath as he shrugged off his pants and boxers, leaving him completely bare to me. My hand moved on its own, wrapping around his thick, long, hard length.

Rafael groaned, his head falling back against the pillows, eyes closing as he gave himself over to pleasure. His reaction fueled my desire, making me bolder. I stroked him slowly, savoring the way he felt in my hand, the way his body responded to my touch.

“You’re incredible,” I whispered, my voice filled with awe and desire. “I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”

His eyes opened, dark and intense, locking onto mine. “You already do,” he replied, his voice husky. “Don't tease me, Flower. I need all of you.”

The raw need in his voice and the endearment he rarely used sent a shiver down my spine. I tightened my grip slightly, moving my hand in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had him groaning again, his hips lifting off the bed in response. The power I felt at that moment was intoxicating, a heady mix of control and desire that made my need burn even hotter.

I leaned down, my hair brushing against his stomach as I placed a soft kiss on his tip. The taste of him, salty and masculine, made me moan softly. His hands tangled in my hair, guiding me as I took him into my mouth, my lips sliding down his length.

Rafael’s reaction was immediate and intense. He bucked against me, a deep, guttural sound escaping his lips. “Yasmin,” he groaned, his voice rough with pleasure. “Fuck! That feels so good.”

I moved slowly at first, savoring the feel of him, the way his body responded to every touch, every movement. His hands were gentle in my hair, guiding but not demanding, letting me set the pace. The trust between us, the connection, made everything feel even more intimate, more profound.

As I increased my pace, taking him deeper, his grip on my hair tightened slightly. His breaths came in short, ragged gasps, and I could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in his body. The sounds he made, the way he said my name, sent waves of pleasure through me, making me even more eager to bring him to the edge. "Fucking hell, what are you doing to me?"

I almost grinned at him, pleased at how unhinged he sounded but I didn't. I sucked him in deeper, swirling my tongue. He jerked forward, thrusting even further down my throat. He hissed as the tip of his dick hit the back of my throat. "Damn woman," he groaned loudly. "Don't you have a gag reflex?"

I only stared as I deep-throated his dick, giving him all the answers he needed with every flick of my tongue. "I g-guess that's a no."

Just as I felt him nearing his climax, he pulled me back, his hands cupping my face as he drew me up to him. Our lips met in a fierce, hungry kiss, his need matching mine. He flipped us over again, his body pressing me into the mattress, and I could feel the heat and hardness of him against me, making me ache with desire.

“I need to be inside you,” he murmured against my lips, his voice a low growl. “I need to feel you, Yasmin.”

"Then take me," I wrapped my legs around his waist, guiding him to my entrance.

Rafael gave me one hard thrust, entering me as deep as he could go. A gasp tore from my lips, my body arching instinctively to meet his powerful movements. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that left me breathless. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as I adjusted to the intensity of his presence inside me.

For a moment, he paused, letting me catch my breath. His breath was hot and ragged against my neck, and he murmured. "Your pussy feels like heaven on earth."

I responded with a soft moan, my hips moving instinctively to urge him on. The need inside me was insatiable, driving me to seek more of him, to lose myself in the rhythm we could create together. I could feel every inch of him, the heat and hardness, the way he filled me completely. It was almost too much, but I craved it, needed it.

He began to move, each thrust measured and deliberate, drawing out my pleasure with a skill that left me reeling. My breath came in short gasps, my body trembling with each powerful motion. I felt his muscles tensing beneath my fingers, the raw strength of him, and it made me feel wild, untamed.

“Rafael,” I moaned, my nails digging into his back as I urged him on. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

He growled low in his throat, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Never,” he promised, his pace quickening, driving deeper, harder.

Our bodies moved in perfect sync, a dance of passion and need that left me breathless. Every touch, every movement, was filled with love and desire, a connection that went beyond the physical.

"You're so fucking wet, Flower."

"Only for you."

"Gonna make me cum deep in this pussy, huh?"

"Yes, please."

I felt myself climbing higher, the tension coiling tighter inside me. Rafael’s thrusts became more urgent, his breaths ragged and uneven. “Cum with me,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. “Cum with me, Flower.”

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