Page 20 of Trapped In Wonderland

“What were you goingto ask me, Raul?” I ask again.

Raul exhales slowly as he steps to the edge of the bed, his fingers hovering close over my legs. I know he pictured that night in his head. Silently, I wait and will him to answer me.

“I wanted your mouth on me,” he finally says. “I was about to beg you to give me release.”

I smile happily at his revelation. Not because he just admitted he almost broke, but knowing this proud man would lose his control for my touch.

“Are you here now to gain the control you thought I took from you?” I ask carefully.

“Maybe,” he answers as he kneels between my legs.

“You know you were always in control, right?” I ask. “I’ll never do anything you don’t want me to do.”

He nods as he runs his calloused fingers over my thighs. “I know. But I also realized something that night.”

I catch my breath as he moves his full hands on my thighs and experimentally rubs them over my hips, my stomach, then cups my breasts.

With his eyes watching my face as he thumbs my pebbled nipples, he says, “I’m perfectly fine giving you the reins,Amante.” He smiles down at me.

“Giving me the reins as you torture me to ecstasy?” I breathe the question.

“You hold the reins as I worship you, Kate.”

He kisses me gently and thoroughly, leaving me breathless when he drags his lips over my jaw and works his way back down.

“Oh,” I gasp when he nips at my hard, sensitive nipple before he soothes it with his tongue.

He pays equal attention to the other, and I tug at my restraints, wanting to touch him.

“Let’s keep those on for a while longer while I do my worshipping, shall we?” Raul teases while retracing his earlier path.

“And I thought I was in control here.”

Despite the complaint, I’m loving every second, every touch. Losing the ability to move my limbs is actually freeing. It allows me to surrender and just feel.

“Can’t you see you direct me exactly where you want me to be?” Raul replies between kisses on the muscles of my pelvis.

His chin brushes against my throbbing kitty.

“Yes,” I groan and lift my bottom in a reflex response to his words.

And like the good worshipper he is, Raul gets the memo and runs the tip of his tongue through the slit of my nether lips, and my body tenses in delight. The guttural groan in my chest is a testimony of how this is exactly what I’ve been dreaming about for weeks. I want to scream it at the top of my lungs as drivestwo fingers into me. I can’t describe the euphoria that surges through my blood. This is what I’ve been craving, the reason my own fingers and toys didn’t satisfy me anymore. I’ve thirsted for him for so long I just realized it’s not merely a want anymore. It’s a need.

I see a kaleidoscope of colors when he sucks hard on my clit and hungrily laps at my cream. My body goes taut as surges of high current zap through my muscles and every nerve, as I scream Raul’s name.

“Kate,” Raul’s voice is a gentle whisper. He kisses my lips gently and I taste myself on his mouth. “Put your arms around me,” he orders. Belatedly realizing my arms are free, I do what he asks. “Open your eyes,Amante.”

“You got to give a girl a moment to recover after giving her the best tonguing of her life,” I groan and force my lids to cooperate.

He chuckles and nudges me at my core with his thick cock. A strong thrill races through my spine and recharges the pleasure receptors in my brain.

“Oh, god,” I moan, burying my face into his neck, inhaling his intoxicating earthy fragrant, a mix of musk and sweat. “Take me.”

“I think that’s considered begging,” he points out as he poises at my entrance.

“I’m not too proud to beg, Raul. You have no idea how often I've dreamed about you since you left.”

His heat commingles with mine.

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