Page 227 of Branded
Fuck.
“Raph?”
“Go to sleep, baby.”
She rubbed again. “What if I don’t want to?”
I inhaled sharply. “It’s late and you’re tired?—”
Another arch of her back. “I’m not feeling so tired anymore.”
“No?” I asked, dropping my head, dragging my lips along her throat.
Her hand slipped between us, wrapped around my cock. “No, honey. I’m not tired.”
I stopped thinking right around the point her fingers slid under the material of my underwear and landed on my bare skin, but I definitely stopped thinking when she pushed me back, clambered on top and tore my T-shirt that she’d commandeered over her head, dropping it to the side.
Breasts.
Fuck, her breasts made me crazy.
I sat up, cupping one in my palm, guiding it to my mouth, sucking deeply on her nipple.
“Raph!” she gasped.
Then I was…undone.
Suckling both breasts, dragging my lips and tongue along her jaw, her throat, nipping on her earlobe, rearing back to kiss her deeply. Dragging her beneath me, kissing down along her ribs, softly over the top of her growing belly, then down.
Tugging her underwear off.
I pressed my face to her pussy and inhaled deeply. “You smell fucking good here too, sugarpie.”
She shuddered, cried out when I thrust my tongue into her folds. But I didn’t stop, just fucked her with my fingers and my tongue until she was crying out again, this time because she was coming. And then I was inside her, stroking probably too fast and too hard, but she had wrapped her legs around my waist, and I was cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples.
Eyes half-mast.
Lips swollen and parted.
Neck arched.
Skin sheened with sweat.
“Oh God,” she whispered. “Oh God. There. Right—oh?—”
She bucked beneath me, pussy convulsing so tightly I saw stars…and then I wasn’t seeing anything.
Because my orgasm was rippling through me, sucking me dry, and it was taking everything in me to not collapse on top of her.
Chest heaving, brain muddled, I managed to roll us to the side.
And then we lay there, quiet as our breathing slowed.
I didn’t realize that tension had crept into me until she rested a hand on my chest. “I’m fine, love. Promise.”
There that was again.
Love.
