Page 28 of Falling for Paris
“Yes, Chef,” she cooed and turned around. Her ass swayed as he gripped his hardness. She went on her knees and crawled to the middle of the bed.
He didn’t hold back his growl of need at the sight of her looking over her shoulder. “We’ll need a safe word, Tori. One gasp of that word and I’ll stop. Till then, you need to know I’ll do as much with you as you’ll let me. Do you understand?”
She whined and wiggled. “How about…red?”
“Red,” he repeated firmly. “If you say red at any time,any time at all, we will stop. Promise me that you’ll use it.”
“I-I promise,” she said, turning around to show him her serious expression. “I need to see you naked, Rafael. I’ve been dreaming about it all day.”
“I’ve been dreaming of you naked allweek,” he commented.
Full nakedness in front of another person might never be in Rafael’s future. When he left the house, he always wore a compression sleeve on his right arm, ostensibly for blood circulation. Truth was, he felt better when his wounds had an extra layer of protection. Although his skin graph was considered successful, the gashes and dips of his right forearm made for an ugly sight.
He undid his shirt and watched her eyes glaze over. “You’re so…you’re so built,” she said. She sprung up so her hands could splay over his chest. “How are you this hot?” Her hands roamed over his shoulders, over biceps, and up again before going down the center of his body, strumming fingers over his abs. Fitness was a crucial part of his pain management for a while now.
“What is this?” She grazed his compression sleeve.
“Before I fully managed my medication and implemented exercise, I had much harsher and more sporadic nerve attacks. This is the result of my limbs failing just as I lifted a pot of boiling sugar. I needed skin grafts for the burns.”
“Oh my god, Rafael! This is why you always wear long sleeves. I’m sorry that I’ve been so insensitive about it.”
“You’ve never been insensitive. Unrelentingly frank, yes, but insensitive, never. You had no way of knowing.”
She flung her body forward, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and burying her flushed face in his neck.
“Does that hurt too, then?” she asked.
“Not at all. Not even close to how much my dick hurts at the moment.”
“I can do something about that,” his angel promised. And he had every intention of holding her to that promise.
She unfastened his belt and worked the zipper, her hand lovingly caressing Rafael’s ridge. Tori tugged his pants and boxers down. Naked but for his forearm sleeve, Rafael crawled over her, pushing her on her back and rubbing his hardness against the inside of her thigh.
Both groaned as he rocked over her. “Condom. Please tell me you have condoms,” she pleaded.
She felt him push away and scramble with his pants before retrieving the foil wrapper.Yes, yes, yes.Her brain was on repeat before it completely shut down. He was sheathed over Tori, his mouth just above hers. And then it started, the inevitable joining of lips and limbs.
Brazened by his blistering kiss, she grabbed his ass. It was hard with muscle. Rubbing that perfect globe, she sank in her nails. His moans of approval were satisfying in ways she couldn’t describe. All the while, they were grinding and crashing.
Please don’t stop. Never stop.
“I won’t,mon ange. Not unless you say red.” She must have said that out loud. Tori should be embarrassed about her blatant, rampant lust but she wasn’t. Not even a little.
“So you thought about me naked all day.” It wasn’t a question; it was a declaration. “When you think about me naked, what am I doing to you, Tori?”
His tongue found its way to her neck, the top of her breasts, back to her mouth. When they came up for air, she panted her response. “Sometimes, when we’re in the kitchen lab, I think about you bending me over and using one of the spatulas to…to…”
“To spank you, Tori? Do I turn this lush ass red and raw?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“And then? What else do I do?”
“My hands, like when you held them in your office.”
He pushed her hands over her head and pinned them with a heavy grip. “Like this?”
She nodded because it felt so good to wiggle and meowl and yet be grounded by the force of his desire. “Yes, yes, I love it just like that.” Rafael’s cock, thick and rigid, provided relentless pressure between them.
