Page 34 of Into the Light

I felt my cheeks getting hot, and wondered if something was wrong. But then he moved his hands to my tank top, pushing it up to expose my breasts. They fell to my sides with gravity, but I had no time to worry about self consciousness, because he dived in. He held them in his hands, laved at my nipples with his tongue, nipped softly at the skin with his teeth.

My hips gyrated to the rhythm of his mouth and the feel of his hands. And then I whimpered. He finally took pity on me and moved down to where I needed him most.

He approached my waistband, slipping his fingers inside it, and pulled it down, as if in slow motion, following the path of my skin with his lips.

He kissed every exposed inch, over and over, on each leg, until he was kneeling at my feet. And then he kissed his way back up. His two day-old stubble scratched my skin, contrasting with his soft, full lips. It was heaven.

For a moment, I thought I’d died and actually gone to the big place in the sky. Was this too sinful for that? Maybe. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

When he reached the top of my thighs, he lifted his head to look at me.

“Can I taste you?”

His fingers hovered over the sides of my yellow cotton panties—ones I’d surely die of embarrassment over at a later date. He was waiting for my response. And having his mouth on me seemed way better than overthinking the situation, so I nodded, a little too enthusiastically.

His lips turned upward into a grin that reached his eyes. And then he pulled my panties down and off me. His calloused hands brushed over my thighs, and then spread them apart.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve fantasized about this, El.”

“Wha—really?” I lifted my head to look at him, unsure what to think. But Raf just nodded as he stared at my pussy with that same look of desire. He dipped down to kiss my thighs again, and I rested my head back down.

Every move he made heightened the sensations and he hadn’t even gotten to my core yet. His lips and tongue made their way over my upper thighs, to my mound, over it, then around again. He even went back down to kiss my lower thighs and up again. It was the most excruciating pleasure I’d ever had. He was teasing me. Teasing every inch of me. And I couldn’t get enough.

But apparently my mouth had other ideas because without meaning to, I screamed out his name. He chuckled, his breath tickling my skin, and then swirled his tongue on me. Not quite where I needed it most, but pretty damn close.

“You’re so wet for me.” He licked a slow, torturous path and grinned. “God, I love the way you taste. Even better than my fantasies.”

I moaned and he growled.

And then… Sweet baby Jesus, then… he finally got me.

He circled my clit, his lips leaving fiery kisses and suction in their wake. His whiskers were rough against me as his tongue flitted in the most decadent rhythm. I rose up, high, higher. Trying to get as close to bliss as I could.

But Raf’s hold turned commanding. Rough. His hands sank into my soft thighs and held them down with delicious pressure. I felt his deep, throaty moan against my most sensitive skin and my nerves lit up like a Christmas tree, sending sparks throughout my body.

I called out his name, I whimpered, I knew my vocal chords were working, but I couldn’t tell you what they said.

“Louder.”

“Huh?”

“Louder, angel. Scream for me.” His tongue lashed at my clit, harder now. “Call my name out when I make you come.”

Raf was like a possessed form of himself. His voice was guttural, raspier, even deeper than usual and I writhed in response, every synapse firing, every sensation heightened until I crested the peak, and fell off the other side.

It turned out, I did scream his name. Over and over again, without even meaning to. Or maybe my subconscious meant it, and the rest of me was just along for the ride.

Raf continued to lick lazy circles around me as I heaved in breath after breath. My body felt like I’d just run a marathon. Exhilarating adrenaline and sore muscles gave way to a dreamy euphoria.

My eyelids grew heavy as I felt his hands massage my body. Stroke up my legs, my stomach, my breasts. Every soft, bare part of me now knew Raf’s touch. And something about that lulled me into the most restful trance I’d ever experienced.

Somehow, sleep overtook me.

But not before I felt Raf pull me against him, his arms encircling me, holding me tightly and swaying like the ocean as I drifted away.

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RAFAEL

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