Page 64 of Burn for You

I move to kneel on the bed and reach my arms behind my back, unclasping my bralette and letting it fall in front of me, baring my tits to him.

“Jesus Christ, May.” He scrubs a hand over his mouth as he looks at me.

“So does it hold up?” I ask, and his brows draw together. “To how you’ve been imagining it, I mean,” I slowly make my way closer to him. Letting my hands fall against his hard chest while his eyes are fixated on mine. “I hear you in the shower, you know. It’sflattering really.”

His nostrils flare. Rough hands are suddenly on my waist and then I’m face down on the mattress.

The feminist in me should not be so turned on by the manhandling I’m receiving right now, but I can’t help it.

“You like that, do you?” Rafael’s voice is low and right in my ear as he leans over me. “Do you like hearing me come to the thought of you?”

I can’t help the whimper that erupts from deep inside of me as my mind produces the exact image he describes.

He chuckles. “That’s what I thought. Now, you’re going to tell me exactly what you want, exactly what you were thinking of that night in your room.”

I just moan in response, barely able to form coherent thoughts aside from the fact that I can feel his cock pressed against my ass through his boxers.

His hand wraps around my neck, pulling my head up and making my back arch. “Does my little spitfire like it rough?” He softly kisses my cheek and the contrast between his actions makes heat pool in my stomach.

“Yes, chef.”

“Fucking hell,” he says before he fills his spare palm with one of my tits, rolling the taut bead of my nipple between his fingers.

“Oh my god,” I moan, pressing my ass back into him. More, I need more.

And then he’s gone, my body released from his touch, but only for a split second, and then he’s back, flipping me on my back and settling between my legs.

“I’ve been wanting to taste this sweet pussy since I first saw it.” He runs a finger over where I’m aching for him through my panties. “Do you want to come on my tongue, blondie?”

“Please,” I moan, grinding into his touch.

He stops his stroking, and I lift my hips, trying to get his touch back, but he uses his big palms to pin my hips to the bed. “What was that?”

“You know what I said.”

“Say it again, Whitley.”

I shake my head. “No way.”

He pulls my panties to the side, exposing me, before he blows a soft breath over me, sending waves of arousal pulsing through my body, and I’m fucking throbbing for him.

“That’s a shame,” he says, and then he pulls my panties back into place.

“Wait! Fuck, please Rafael. I need it.”

“You needit, or you needme?”

“You, fuck. Please, I need you to touch me.” I’m aware that I’m telling him everything he wants to hear, everything he accused me of last night, but I don’t have the self-control to care.

A guttural moan comes from the end of the bed as he yanks my panties down my legs. He kisses roughly back up my thighs, making his way to exactly where I need him, and just before he reaches it, he bites down. Hard.

I squeal, and my leg jerks in response, pain burning where his teeth just left my skin, but he uses his arms to press my legs wide open and presses a kiss to my core, immediately distracting me.

“Oh my—fuck.”

He chuckles against my skin, and it sends vibrations right through me, just before he flattens his tongue, licking me with intent, over and over until I’m writhing beneath him.

“Sei dolce proprio come immaginavo,”he says, before he sucks down on my clit. I moan and dig my fingers into his hair, needing something to grip onto.

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