Page 29 of Falling for Paris
“It’s time,” he rasped from the valley between her breasts. “It’s time to take me, Tori. You’re going to lovethatmost of all.” He crested her slick entrance and plunged.
At the first push, her walls vibrated and stretched against his deep friction. Her hands were still pinned over her head. The depths of her body thoroughly, deliciously dominated. They rocked steadily. She met each of his powerful thrusts. Meanwhile, the room was filled with the sounds of slapping skin and the unmistakable sucking of her wet channel gripping his bulk.
“Ah, fuck, it’s too good.” He sounded tortured. She opened her eyes to look at him. She could barely comprehend the sight. He was beautiful: lips swollen from kissing, eyes alight, and every muscle on his wide shoulders rippling with the effort to hold her down and fuck her hard. A knotted crease settled between his perfectly shaped brows. Somehow, the wrinkle made his handsomeness more intense, the flaw sharpening his splendor.
With every thrust, her body slid upward. Rafael placed a palm over her head, pulling her down to meet his plunges. That feeling of being crushed and plundered brought her to the edge.
“I’m so close, Rafael. I—” She detonated. Color flashed behind her eyes as she splintered into a million points of pleasure. All through her orgasm, Rafael cooed his praise.
“Your cunt takes me so good. Such a tight pussy. Need more,” he gritted. “Need to be deeper. From behind,mon ange.”
At that, he flipped her over. Rafael kissed down her back, licking up her spine and enhancing the aftershocks of her climax. He didn’t enter but his cock prodded and pulsed by her backside. Pushing her head to the pillow and lifting her ass, Rafael grunted his approval.
“I want you to feel me tomorrow, sore and aching.” He massaged her ass before pressing a finger into the tight, sensitive ring around her anus. “Will you take me here one day, my angel? Will you let me ruin you here, too?”
Panting, she said the first word that came to mind. “Yellow?”
He snickered and then smacked her ass before leaning over to fondle her slick folds. “Say you want my cock in your pussy.” he ordered roughly.
“I want you.”
Another smack, this time at the other ass check. “Beg for it.”
“I want your cock, Rafael. Ineedyour cock in my pussy. Please. Oh god, please.”
With a wild grunt, he thrust into her. “I know you do.Je sais que tu le sais.” In both languages he declared his certainty that she needed him. And in both languages, he was right.
With rasping pants, Tori welcomed the intrusion. The steady beat of his body against hers, like a relentless drum with a volume that increased with every smack, Rafael built her up again. Right at the edge of another orgasm, he changed his rhythm, swirling deeply. The intensity of the unfamiliar sensation made her grab the bed sheets off the bed. It was too much. It wasn’t enough.
Please don’t stop. Never stop.
“You think I’d let another man take you home tonight?” he hissed while continuing to grind her. “You think someone else could make you feel this good?” Spank, spank, spank.
“No…no one else.”
“That’s why you need this cock so bad, isn’t it? Becauseyou fucking knowI’ll give you what you need. I’ve thought of nothing else, Tori. Nothing else but how good we would be together.” Spank, spank, spank.
He rode her hard, slamming into her body in a rough, erratic rhythm. Faster, so fast, so wildly fast it was as if he raced to claim her more and more with every plunge. Blood surged in forceful waves under her skin, his dominance awakening all her senses to the inevitable. She wanted to offer every inch of her body, every atom of her being, to him.
Rafael’s powerful ride took her to another level. One plane of pleasure after another, higher and higher and higher until she let go.
With a roar of possessiveness, he joined her. Together, their bodies pulsed and shook through the most exquisite fall. At the tail end of the glorious climax, Rafael swooped her off her knees in order to grind their hips into the mattress and splay his body over her shuddering back. He bit her shoulder, forcing her to turn her head to the side. Their mouths joined in a searing kiss as the aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her.
When her heart rate settled and her blurred vision refocused, Tori realized he had tucked her under a blanket before he left for the bathroom.
Dread sank in her stomach. Not again?! She couldn’t express why it was important that he not shut her out. It simplywascrucial. He needed to trust her with his vulnerabilities in the same way she surrendered to his demands.
Before dread turned to panic, Rafael walked out of the bathroom with a hand towel.
“Lie back.”
She followed his order and, amazed, watched as he passed a warm, wet towel over her mound. “Are you good, Tori? Was I too rough?”
“You were perfect rough,” she eked out. “So perfect.” Her body cooled and she shivered. Rafael pulled her close, warming her neck and massaging her backside.
“I might not be able to hold you all night,mon ange.But I’ll try.”
His muted sincerity, less confident than his usual demands, shot straight to the center of her chest and squeezed. Nuzzling into his neck and kissing his jaw, Tori burrowed into his hold and entangled their legs.
