Page 68 of In Want of a Wife
“Look at me, I need to see your eyes, Lily.”
She did, falling deeper into his hazel eyes. They might as well have been the ocean themselves because she barely ever understood their depth.
“I am going to touch you here.” He drew his hand upward, brushing over the curls of her quim in the lightest of touches.
She nodded, her heart racing.
“Do you ever touch yourself here?”
She clamped her eyes shut and nodded once again, too distracted to speak.
“Good girl,” he whispered. His fingers parted her folds, and he began rubbing gentle circles over her pearl before bending down and sucking on her breast.
She bucked against him, grabbing on to his shirt. But it wasn’t enough. She needed to touch him, feel him.
He slowly drew circles over her pearl, spinning her apart, setting her body on fire.
Rafe slid a finger inside of her, and she moaned.
“Do you like that, love? Do you love when I touch you there, when I’m inside you?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t stop thinking of you. I can’t…” He moved lower again, pushing up her nightgown. He settled between her legs, then he dropped a kiss on her mound. “I’ve dreamt of tasting you.”
She watched, holding a breath as he moved his head, parted her folds, and licked her.
Lily moaned again. A sound she had never heard herself make before until now. Desire burned through her as he moved his tongue over her and slowly slipped another finger inside.
She pushed up onto her elbows to look down at him, to watch him taste her, and it was the most erotic sight she had ever seen. She ran her hand through his hair and gently pulled before falling back against the floor.
Rafe groaned.
“Shh, love.”
“Rafe, I think…”
Everything tightened in her body, tightened, then she was climbing, climbing toward her own pleasure. He was undoing her, and she never wanted it to end. But that was a mistake because suddenly her body burst into flame, and she climbed higher still before pleasure washed over her, and her body shook under Rafe’s touch.
They both stilled, catching their breaths in the aftermath.
Rafe slowly untangled from her and sat up.
Some small part of her filled with panic, believing he would leave.
Instead, he drew her onto his lap.
She felt his own need press against her. She ran her hand over him, and he hissed.
“Not tonight, love. Not…” He stopped, laughing in spite of himself. “You tasted amazing.”
Lily’s heart still hammered in her chest, even as her limbs grew heavy, and suddenly she only wished to sleep. She hated having to leave and sleep alone in her bed. But she must.
She kissed his jaw, running her hands back into his hair. She was quite certain she could kiss him for hours. But now they had moved on from kissing, and she craved to know what else lay ahead of a manand woman when they coupled. And she wished only for Rafe to teach her.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“You deserve to know what pleasure is, Lily. That is how a man should treat you. He should worship you.”
