He lowered his mouth to her breast and took her nipple between his lips, swirling his tongue over it and then sucking. Her hands were on his shoulders, nails digging into them as she rocked against his hand. She arched her shoulders and pulled her breast from his mouth.
Their eyes met and all the things he’d been afraid to say seemed to hover in the air around them. He opened his mouth and she leaned forward and kissed him.
She started to rock more quickly. She sucked his tongue deep into her mouth and plunged it back and forth to the same rhythm of his finger inside her body. Her thighs tightened around his hand and he pulled his mouth from hers.
“Come for me,” he said, whispering the words against her ear.
Her hips moved more frantically and he added a second finger inside her body as she cried out his name. She thrust her hips rapidly against him and then she shuddered and fell forward, resting her head on his shoulder. Her breath was warm against his neck as she reached her hand down between them and unzipped his jeans.
Her touch through the opening of his pants almost made him come. He felt a drop leak out of him and slowly pulled his hand from her body and got to his feet, lifting her up into his arms. He didn’t want this to end too quickly
He carried her down the small hallway and into her bedroom, setting her down on her feet next to the bed. She had wrapped one arm around his shoulder, holding on to him and idly toying with the hair at the back of his neck, while her other arm was awkwardly wedged between them, her hand wrapped around his length.
She stroked him up and down, her finger swirling over the top of him. His hips jerked forward and no matter how much his mind said that he was going to take this slowly, his body had different plans.
He let her body slide down his. She moaned as her hardened nipples rubbed over his chest, and he closed his eyes as he felt the dampness of her core against the front of his boxers.
He stepped back and shoved his pants and underwear down his legs and then nudged her forward until she fell back on the bed. Her legs sprawled apart slightly, her hair fanning out around her head, one brilliant dark red curl falling over her shoulder. She had her hands on the top of her thighs and she watched him with hungry eyes.
He wanted to say something profound because the emotions he felt for her welled up inside him, but instead all he could think about was touching and tasting every inch of her.
“Are you just going to stand there and stare at me?” she asked, a tinge of wry amusement visible on her face.
“I’m debating where to start. Every time we’ve been together I want to make it last...I haven’t had the chance to taste you or to explore every one of those lovely freckles of yours.”
“There’s plenty of time for that later. I want you now,” she said.
Her words lanced through him and his erection jumped. He shook his head. Every time he thought he had the upper hand with Emily she did something to remind him that he was putty in her hands. Now and always.
She reached for his length, circling him with her thumb and forefinger at the root. She slowly drew her hand up, closing the circle of her fingers around him as she did so. Involuntarily he thrust closer to her and she smiled up at him as a drop of precome glistened on the tip of his erection. She swiped her finger over it and then brought it to her mouth.
He groaned and crawled up over her body, and then put his hands on her hips and forced her to move back on the bed. He took her hands in his and drew them up over her head as he settled his hips between hers and the tip of his erection found the moist center of her body.
He drew his hips back and then thrust forward again, entering her slowly. She arched underneath him and yet still he resisted the urge to plunge his way all the way home. She turned her hands under his, laced their fingers together and looked up at him.
“Take me,” she said.
He nodded as he drove himself hilt-deep into her body. She sighed and arched against him again and he started to thrust in and out, taking them both closer and closer to the edge. He pulled his hand free of hers and drew it down her side as he rocked back and forth. Going deeper each time and taking them higher and higher.
She ran her finger down his back and he jerked his hips forward as he came. Then he felt her legs tighten around his hips and heard her calling his name as she climaxed.
He kept driving into her until she bit him softly on the shoulder and sighed. She turned her head to face him and he saw the completion on her face. He found her lips with his and gave her a soft, gentle kiss.
Rafe wanted to believe that everything was okay between them but he knew that sex hadn’t made it so. From the beginning their bond had been strong and physical. That created its own sort of problems. He wanted to just keep making love to her and pretending that was enough, but he knew it wasn’t. And there were things he had to say that she might not want to hear.