His husky voice rolled over me as he said, “Not this time, love. I’m too greedy to watch you fall apart on my tongue again.”
Before I could think too much about his use of “love,” Rafe slowly kneeled in front of me. It was awkward to watch, as he had to be careful with his injured leg, and I tried to tug him up. “No, Rafe. Don’t hurt yourself.”
He ignored me and finished kneeling. “I’m fine, love. The pain goes away as soon as I do this.”
Lowering his head, he licked my pussy.
As he continued to tease and lap and nibble, I forgot about everything but the man between my legs and the building tension in my lower belly. My fingers went to his hair to hold him in place, and I arched my hips. But Rafe moved away from my clit to my entrance instead, fucking me with his tongue, and I tried to guide his head back up.
With a chuckle, he stopped and met my gaze again, his lips glistening with my arousal. “I’ll make you come, love, I promise. But let me stay in control this time. You can tease me all you want later, if you ever want to suck my dick.”
At the thought of Rafe naked and standing, his cock jutting out long and hard as I licked and teased and finally took him into my mouth, even more wetness rushed between my thighs.
He gently traced my opening. “You want that, don’t you? You’re getting wetter just thinking about my dick between those perfect lips of yours.”
His words were ambiguous and could mean my mouth or pussy. And yet, suddenly, I wanted to know what it was like to have him inside me both places.
He lightly thrust his finger into my pussy, and I arched toward him. “Please, Rafe. Stop talking and use your mouth on me instead.”
He snorted, but lowered his head and continued fingering me as his mouth suckled my clit. The more he teased me with hismouth and tongue, the harder it became to breathe until lights danced before my eyes and pleasure rushed through me.
Wave after wave made more intense as Rafe continued to lap at my clit with his tongue.
Eventually I slumped in the chair, feeling relaxed and sleepy, and looked down to meet Rafe’s eyes again. He looked smug, and yet I couldn’t fault him for it. Before I could think better of it, I said, “You’re good with your mouth.”
He grinned, and my heart skipped a beat.
He said, “Just wait until you see what I can do with my dick.”
He waggled his eyebrows dramatically, and I laughed. “Someone’s confident.”
After kissing my inner thigh, and then the other, he stood awkwardly and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His finger trailed gently down my cheek. Combined with the tender look in his eyes, I stopped breathing.
He murmured, “Say the word, and I’ll show you it’s more than being cocky.”
As we stared at one another, my heart raced and my cheeks heated as I struggled to reply. A few words from me, and I could have one of my most desired fantasies.
And yet, the thought of merely sleeping with Rafe and walking away squeezed my heart.
At one time, that would’ve been enough. And now? Now I wanted the impossible—to date Rafe for real and maybe keep him forever.
Eventually, Rafe stepped back and smiled at me. “Think about it. For now, if we don’t get a move on, we won’t have time for everything on today’s schedule. I’ll shower while you finish eating, and then you can get ready.”
Part of me screamed to say screw it and ask Rafe to take me to bed.
However, I needed time to think about what I wanted. Because taking a leap of faith with Rafe would mean no going back.
And I wasn’t sure if I was quite ready for that yet. Yes, I wanted it. But there was still so much in the air when it came to my ex, that I needed to fix some of that first.
Since he looked at me expectantly, I replied, “Um, okay. Sure.”
He nodded. “I’ll be quick.”
With that, he raced up the stairs, and I heard the bathroom door close.
After quickly tossing on my tank top and shorts, I headed back to my room, closed the door, and leaned against it. Part of me was confused, another part angry, and another part just sad.
Because for a split second, Rafe’s eyes had said he cared about me and wanted me for real.