Page 22 of Falling for Paris
Her mouth gaped open for a second, but his angel recovered quickly. “No, it isn’t very nice,” she mumbled. Her brown eyes were so heavily lidded she looked dazed.
“I think you should be punished,” he stated as his hand travelled between them. “Do you want to be punished?” Rafael’s fingers rubbed the edge of her silky folds. “Here?” He offered a firm tap on her cunt with three stiff fingers.
The sharp inhale and excited moans told him what he needed to know. She wiggled for more but he swirled his fingers instead, spreading her juices languidly. And then he did it again, tapped her slickness three times.
“More. Dammit, Rafael.More.”
At her insistence, he tilted his hand to deliver a series of tight spanks against her pussy. A steady rhythm as she bucked and moaned, offering herself up with each contact. Increasing his speed, Rafael offered fleeting yet relentless pressure against her clit. Her nails scraped up and down his neck as her hips surged to meet his hand.
When her grip clawed on his shoulders, threatening to tear his shirt, he plunged his fingers into her channel, curling them up and pressing his palm against her swollen clit.
Her cry of ecstasy filled the room and Rafael knew it was now the soundtrack to his every erotic dream.
The orgasm that stormed through her body left her limp and dizzy. She had never experienced anything so…so…
It took her a moment to realize Rafael was carrying her across the bedroom to place her on the bed. From that vantage point, Tori looked up at the man whose punishment felt like being worshipped. She took her fill of his wide shoulders, shapely chest, and the impressive bulge between thick thighs.
“Why am I the only one naked?” she whined.
Rafael came closer, kneeling between her legs. His warm chuckle travelled through her spine, intensifying her shivers of sensual awareness. “Patience,mon ange.I’m far from done punishing you.”
“If that’s what you mean by punishment, by all means, continue.” Her voice was steady but a desperate refrain coursed through Tori:Please don’t stop. Never stop.
As if he read her thoughts, Rafael’s dark smirk filled her vision. “You’ve chosen an excellent time to cooperate.” He moved deeper between her legs, forcing her knees open to accommodate his bulky shoulders. “Perhaps it is time for your reward.”
At that, Rafael trailed fervent kisses along her hip, following the path of the g-string. She had bought it in the same boutique as her too-tight dress. Two impulsive purchases she couldn’t regret.
He removed her scant underwear. “I’m keeping this.”
“Wh-why?”
“It’smyreward,” he grunted before delving into her throbbing folds. And wow, hedelved. With slow, slick passes of his tongue, Rafael made their contact the center of Tori’s entire universe. There was nothing except the press of his lips, the titillation of his tongue, the vibration that travelled into her body as he moaned and sighed against her wet channel.
“Rafael, Rafael,” she chanted.
“I’m here, angel.” His reply was somehow both shaky and smug. And then he paused before asking, “Are you alright, Tori?”
“I’m so good,” she gushed, too enraptured to be embarrassed by how much he affected her. “And…and you?”
“Suffering every second my cock isn’t buried in you, thank you for asking.”
Tori had to smile because everything about the night was unexpectedly thrilling yet, somehow, inevitable too. He was going to be gentle and indulgent, crass and demanding. Rafael would surprise her yet give her exactly what she always needed. That was her last thought before he gripped her ass hard and lifted her apex to his searching tongue.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Her chants interspersed with helpless moans.Please don’t stop. Never stop.She didn’t have to say it because, apparently, he had no intention of coming up for air.
Something about witnessing his ravenous desire for her broke through all of Tori’s reservations. She let her calves fall heavy on his impossibly wide shoulders and writhed her hips to the rhythm of his torrid kisses. The relentless strikes of his tongue quickened, her body wildly chasing more of his heat, more of his pressure. Then it happened, the shift from achingly tight sensitivity to a blooming, expansive pleasure. Her climax pulsed in strong spasms down her back and then clenched her deepest muscles till she was nothing but a light-headed, gasping mess.
When her pleasure abated long enough to understand that her hands had been roughly gripping Rafael’s hair, Tori tenderly rubbed her fingers on his shoulders. Then, she gripped his shirt and pulled, urging him to face level. He allowed himself to be guided upward but didn’t fall over her body like she wanted.
Planked on his elbows, Rafael gave her gentle kisses on her nose, the side of her mouth, her jawline. It was confusing because she wanted to nestle into his coddling affection while also raging at its insufficiency.
“What happened to suffering every second you’re not, you know, in me.” She couldn’t believe the words left her mouth but this is what she’d been reduced to. A blundering beggar of anything and everything Rafael had to offer.
“I, um, I didn’t bring any protection. I had no idea we would…”
“Oh,” she managed, her disappointment coming out of her in waves.
And then brilliance.
