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I stopped my frantic sheet-grabbing action and reached over to hold my panties to one side. He made an inarticulate sound and kept pulling on his cock, looking his fill.

After a few seconds, he dipped down to run the flat of his tongue all the way up my seam. He thrusted his tongue into my core, alternating with sucking my clit. His pulsing rhythm had me tossing my head back and forth, eyes closed.

I’d let go of my panties by that time. Rafe had curled one or three fingers into my core, reaching deep, finding that particularly sensitive spot. I closed my thighs around his head, felt his stubble rubbing me raw—beard burn for real this time—and shot off like a rocket.

In the midst of my bliss, with all that warmth gushing out of me, Rafe ramped up his licking and sucking and kissing to keep up.

Finally, finally, I could catch my breath. Yes, I was still hot and flushed all over, but at least my heartbeats were slowing down to what passed for normal. When I parted my eyes just the tiniest sliver, Rafe was sitting back on his knees again, swiping the back of one hand across his lips. He met my hazy gaze and gave me the most delectable closed-mouth smile ever.

Did he need to know that was my first all-natural, all-man-induced orgasm in, like, forever? Oh no, there were some things that made me feel too vulnerable to share.

But was I going to return the favor?Oh, yes.Especially when his hard, velvety length looked so…appetizing.

I think I surprised Rafe when I suddenly pulled my legs in, turned to my side and pushed myself up on my knees to face him. Stilettos still fitted to my feet.

I gripped his shoulders to steady myself and announced, “Turnabout’s fair play.”

Chapter 24

Rafe

Ilooked down and searched those gorgeous green eyes that I swore had been glazed over with satisfaction a moment ago. Like in my imagination, or my dreams.

Did Rose somehow thinkIhad not beenjustas satisfiedwhen she’d come all over my fingers and face?

Sure, I needed to go take care of myself, and I’d do it in the shower in a few minutes. But first, I needed to nip this line of thinking right in the bud.

So I shook my head and said, “No. No, I’m good. This time was about you. Making you feel good. I’ll havemyturn the next time—and therewillbe a next time. Now let me…” and I trailed off.

I was going to say, “Let me get a warm washcloth to clean you up.” But Rose was shaking her finger back and forth in front of my face.

“Not so fast, Rafe. You may want to wait until another time. But what about me? What if I don’t want to wait? You know I’m impatient. What if I don’t want to wait to makeyoufeel good?”

I opened my mouth and closed it again. I had nothing.

Of course, in the time it took for me to figure that out, Rose grabbed my arm and forcibly swung me around to topple me onto my back. Yes, I could’ve resisted—twice her size, combat training and all that—but why?

She climbed off the bed for a quick minute to lose both her bra and her panties. She was back up in no time and straddling my thighs—still wearing those fucking heels. I thought she was going to wrap those plush lips around my cock—and believe me, that would have made me feelrealgood. I was close to erupting at that point, despite my earlier claims I could wait. Especially since I had a front-row view of her beautiful, tear-shaped breasts. But Rose was full of surprises.

Instead, she leaned over me to rub both palms up my chest and down over my biceps and forearms—again and again. Her tight tips brushed all the way up my groin to my chest each time. Her tongue popped out to lap at my nipples and my neck on the way by.

I may have groaned once or twice.

She leaned back and yanked my jeans further down my hips. She rebalanced on her knees and swayed way over to grab a foil packet from her nightstand. In one swift motion, she brought it to her mouth and ripped the top off with her teeth.

Fuck. My woman was prepared. I’d stuffed a few of those in my jeans pocket when I took the dogs back to my apartment—I’d even made a special trip outside the neighborhood to buy new ones today. Suddenly, I’d gotten an attack of the “shys”—fucking new for me. Didn’t want to seem overly confident we’d go all the way tonight.

Nothing shy about Rose.

She pulled out the condom and used one hand to stroke, stroke, stroke my arousal upward. I swallowed hard when she swooped in to lick a drop of precum off the tip. She pinched the end of the condom, snugged it into place and carefully smoothed it all the way down. After smiling and muttering, “I guessed right,” she rose on her knees above me.

By this time, I was the one grabbing the sheets on either side of me—rather than going with my first urge—grabbing her hips and driving her down swift and hard. Rose needed to be the one in charge, the one setting the pace. And she needed to comeagainbefore it was my turn.

Regardless of what she thought was fair play.

Rose steadied herself with one hand on my abs and notched me in place. She lowered herself, one tormenting inch at a time, until she was fully seated. She whimpered at that point, and I groaned in response.

We rested together like that for a minute or ten while she adjusted to me, and I absorbed everything that was hot and tight and wet about her.

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