Page 86 of Keep Her from Them

I’d give him a show in return.

Still on my knees, I stroked my hands up my waist to cup my breasts. He tracked the movement.

“I have a problem with you,” I said, reversing the direction so I glided down to the straps of my underwear. “I might be semi-clothed, but you’ve seen all of me naked. You’ve had your hands and mouth on me. I haven’t had the same pleasure. But,” I claimed the air before he could interrupt, “I respect the reasons you won’t allow this to go any further.”

He didn’t answer, though one hand cupped the impressive bulge in his shorts.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t watch,” I finished.

Raphael’s jaw locked. “Going to need ye to be crystal clear what you’re asking.”

Always the honourable man and the king of consent. “You won’t let me touch you, but I can watch you touch yourself.”

He groaned. For good measure, I added my killer blow.

“While I get myself off at the same time.”

Raphael exhaled hard then released that perfect control, snapping up his hips to remove his last item of clothing. Shocked, I stared at his sizeable dick, so hard he had to be going insane with need.

He fisted it and stroked himself, reclining with one hand gripping the bed post. Good God, that was attractive. Those abdominal muscles contracting. The way the lamplight showed every strong curve. Need fizzled along my veins, sweat pricking my forehead, my underwear soaked.

There was nothing I wanted more than to straddle him and guide that thick and blunt end to my entrance then spear myself on him. I wanted him inside me. I wanted his hands on my waist and for him to groan my name at the tight fit.

But I’d made a promise, and I was good to my word.

With effort, I held my ground and unclipped my bra. Raphael’s lips parted, and when I cupped my breasts, his tongue slid over his lower lip. Again, he stroked himself, his legs apart so I didn’t miss a thing of his perfect body.

I was already so into the man. Just being around him all day had me ready and willing, but watching him play with himself while I toyed with my nipples and massaged my breasts for his pleasure had the power to ruin me for good, and I was willing to let it.

The energy in me built and built, so that I tipped my head back and closed my eyes, overwhelmed and so, so turned on.

“Get those off.” Raphael’s desperate tone returned me to the moment.

I stripped my underwear then lay back, heat burning my cheeks but hypnotised by how his gaze glued to the place between my legs. Slowly, I spread my knees, giving him all the opportunity to look until I couldn’t take it anymore and had to touch myself.

At the first glide of my fingers over my wet core, he made a choking sound. I stared at him and how he gripped his dick, not moving.

“Make yourself come, princess. Fuck knows I can’t hold off for long. Not when you’re right there.”

“I’m so wet for you. You do this to me. Only you.”

I did as he asked, soaking my fingers to circle my clit. After only a minute, I was panting in need, my body tight and my back arched and my breasts begging for touch. My nipples tingled, my skin was on fire. When I moaned, he seemed to get impossibly harder, his free hand cupping his balls like they ached for release.

I’d wanted to tease him and make this more of a game. For one of us to approach the cliff then fight to hold off while the other chased their pleasure. In my head, I’d drawn it out until we couldn’t take it anymore.

In reality, just seeing my beautiful bodyguard sprawled out in front of me with his dick in his hand was enough to chase me over the edge.

I forced my eyes open and my mind to capture the image. The plain need in his eyes and the way he held himself so tight.

“I wish you could fuck me,” I blurted, right as my orgasm struck me down. I bucked from the bed then sank into the sheets, satisfied but at the same point desperate for him to fill me and to prolong the pleasure by taking his own and hammering into me.

“I wish I could, too.” Raphael growled out a sound almost of pain.

I flew my eyes open. With his shoulders bunched and his forearms taut, he jerked his dick a couple more times, his focus never leaving me. Then, when his gaze touched my face, he came.

Ribbons of cum soaked his chest. I moaned again, fresh heat scalding me at the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.

I was so screwed over him. So badly from our first dance and every encounter since. More when he recovered and grinned at me, like we’d shared something so delicious and heaven-breaking that his happiness couldn’t be contained. That adoration was cemented for good when he grabbed a flannel from the bathroom and cleaned us both up, then killed the light, ushering me beneath the sheets so he could slip in behind.

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