Page 45 of Rafa's Convenient Wife

She wasn’t about to argue, and when he dropped to his knees at the side of the bed, she giddily fell back and closed her eyes. She wanted tofeel. She wanted to anticipate his next move, his next touch.

Rafael caressed her naked legs, dragging his fingertips along her calves and thighs in the most deliciously ticklish way. He kissed the same trail as his fingers, moving from the right leg to the left. His lips left a line of fiery sensations in their wake, and she arched her back off the bed as he drew closer and closer to where she ached so deeply.

He gripped her inner thighs and shoved them wider apart. Her breath hitched, and she gasped when he nuzzled his face against her sex. She had dreamed of this, fantasized about it on lonely nights in far-flung places across the world. She had imagined how he would feast on her and bring her to heights of ecstasy.

He was slow about it, dragging his fingers along her labia and parting her ever so gently. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

Her head spun, and she clutched at the duvet beneath her naked body. Rafa’s tongue slipped through her folds, and she cried out with sheer joy. It was the most incredible sensation. “Please don’t stop.”

“You’ll have to tear me away from this pussy,” he groaned before diving in and making her see stars. His tongue fluttered and flicked as he lavished her clit with attention. She panted and reached for his head, scratching her nails along his scalp as he did wicked, dirty things.

She wanted to draw it out, to make it last, but her body was so electrified that every single lick drove her closer and closer to the edge. Her thighs trembled, and her toes dug into the mattress. He kept her thighs shoved wide open, his fingers marking her soft skin as his lips and tongue danced over her clit.

“Rafa!” Tension twisted low in her belly. Her breaths came faster and faster. Those first shuddery explosions of ecstasy teased her. He groaned against her, and the vibrations, coupled with his tongue, sent her flying right over the edge. She cried out, her body undulating wildly as Rafael—her husband—gave her the best orgasm of her life.

But he wasn’t done.

No, he seemed to have something to prove.

He abandoned her pulsing clit for a moment and let his tongue drift lower. She covered her mouth to stifle a squeal as his tongue thrust into her. His skilled fingers soon slipped into place, and his tongue returned to her clit. This time, he was slower, softer. He lapped as if he had all the time in the world and never wanted to get off his knees. He wanted to worship her, and she was going to let him.

This climax came gently, building and building until a perfectly timed stroke of his fingers inside her matched the tight suckle of his mouth and destroyed her. She came hard, unable to speak, unable to make a sound. Wracked with spasms of ecstasy,she clawed at his shoulders, desperately wanting him to stop but keep going in the most maddening way.

Sagging against the bed, she panted and gazed at the vaulted ceiling beams. Limp and boneless, she tried to catch her breath as Rafael caressed and kissed his way up her body. He wandered from her belly button to her breasts and finally found her mouth again. The intimacy of that kiss brought a sting of tears to her eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

“I’m so good,” she assured him. “It’s just a lot.”

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured and swept his hand along her bare stomach. “I would keep you in bed for a month if I could.”

“I’d stay there with you if we could.” She imagined a honeymoon somewhere private and warm, a place where they could frolic in the ocean and make love.

“When things settle down, we’ll finally get our honeymoon.”

It was a promise she intended to hold him to, but right now, she was more interested in holding something else.

“Sky,” he moaned her name as she grasped his cock. The steely heat of him filled her hand as she moved her palm up and down his length. “I want to be inside you again.” He touched his forehead to hers. “I’ve never stopped thinking about the garden. I’ve regretted walking away from you every day of my life since.”

She hated that he carried so much guilt over it. “Rafael, we were both different people then. I was so young, and honestly, it was a good thing I ran.” At his startled expression, she explained, “I mean, it wasn’t good that I missed so much time with my family, but it was good for me as a person. I discovered myself out there. I proved I could do anything. I could survive. I could make it in the world all on my own.”

“I don’t want you to live that way.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “You shouldn’t have to fend for yourself. I want to take care of you. I want to love you and build a family with you.”

She smiled warmly. “I want you to take care of me. I like it. I like being a part of a family. I love being your wife and knowing you’ll do anything to keep me safe.”

“I will, Sky.” He kissed her with such tenderness. “Mi amor.” His kiss was more passionate this time. “Anything I have is yours.”

“I just want your heart, Rafa.” She stroked his handsome face. “I want your love.”

“It’s yours. All of it,” he promised and sealed that vow with a kiss.

She wound her arms around his broad shoulders and wrapped her thighs around his waist. He hefted her up the bed, his muscles flexing beneath her hands, and moved her into a better position. She happily welcomed him between her legs, hitching them up a little higher as he lined up to enter her body. He took his time, nudging in only a little bit and gathering up the slick heat waiting there.

When he finally thrust deep, she dropped her head back against the bed, exposing her vulnerable neck to his greedy lips. He nipped at her sensitive throat, causing goosebumps to break out on her skin. She giggled and then groaned as his thrusts grew faster and harder. He felt so good inside her. Filling. Stretching. Hitting that spot that made her cry out and want more and more and more.

I’m going to get addicted to this.

I’m going to want it and crave it and need it.

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