He crawled over her, kissing up her right leg until he got to the edge of those fucking sexy-ass panties. It made him think of when he’d had to talk his way into a girl’s panties in high school. So innocent and fucking sweet. All the reasons Diana could do so much better than a guy like him.
“I wish I could be better for you,” he said before he thought about it. But he’d taken this as slow as he could, had given her time to turn him down, but he wasn’t giving her any more.
He wasn’t that fucking nice.
“You are exactly who you’re supposed to be, Rafael DeMarco. And I like that.”
He might not be the good guy she deserved, but he was the guy who could fuck her like she needed. He could worship her perfect body so she’d never again accept anything less than adoration from any man in the future.
He tugged the panties down and then instantly replaced the fabric with his tongue. Surprised, Diana arched into his touch. Soft moans floated down to him as he grasped her under the hips and pulled her closer. He needed to get deeper. When he finally thrust his tongue in and then pulled back to focus on her clit, she screamed as she shook and clenched against his face.
The reaction just spurred him on, and he didn’t let her rest or pull back. He swirled his tongue around the little hot button that he knew would take her there again. Rafe loved everything about being with her this way, having her honey all over his face and feeling her come unraveled with each suck, lick, and touch.
“Rafe, you have to stop. I-I can’t take any more!”
He shook his head and she squealed when the movement brushed his tongue back and forth over the lips of her sex.
Oh, you like that, do you?
He did it again, delibera
tely, tickling the plump lips around her sex with delicate licks and kisses before he thrust a finger inside her. She broke again, crying out and grabbing his hair so hard he was sure he’d lost a few strands.
Totally worth the sacrifice, he thought when he looked up a few minutes later to see a look of complete and total satisfaction on her face. She looked dazed.
He wiped his mouth gently on her inner thigh and then placed a soft kiss on her belly. Her being dazed and softened from pleasure was exactly what he wanted. He knew he was big, and given the way her slick flesh had clamped around his finger, she was going to be a tight fit.
He rolled away briefly to grab the box of condoms that had been unopened since he moved here nearly a year ago. What does that say about normal life? Well, he had a lot of making up to do. Hands trembling with need, he quickly sheathed himself, then repositioned himself between her thighs.
When he slid inside, her eyes flew open and her fingers curled into his shoulders. She was so wet he’d gone farther than he meant to, and Rafe had to bite the inside of his cheek to maintain control. There was nothing like this, being held in her soft, wet heat.
“Oh!” Diana’s wide eyes locked on his.
He stopped, giving her time to adjust. She shuddered and her pussy clamped around him so hard his eyes almost rolled into the back of his head.
“Goddamn, you are so damn tight.”
He couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled back and then slid forward all the way. Her muscles sucked him in and rippled around his dick as he thrust harder and harder. Slow down, don’t hurt her, take your time. His brain screamed at him to be careful with her, but all his good intentions were lost when her hands slid over his shoulders and down his back to land on his ass. Her nails curled into the flexing muscles.
“It feels so good—don’t stop.” Diana sobbed against his shoulder when she came again, and the tight, clamping rhythm of her release pushed him right to the edge.
“Fuck! Your pussy was made for me, you know that?” He growled it right in her ear, noting how she got even wetter at the dirty words.
“Rafe!”
Her scream was the last thing he heard before he was sucked under in a whirling storm that fractured everything into brilliant white lights.
Holy hell, what had she just done?
Her inner sex kitten stretched languorously. You had yourself a whole bunch of orgasms.
She’d meant to fuck with his life, but she hadn’t meant to actually fuck him. Jesus H. Christ. She was so screwed.
Ain’t that the truth.
The man had stamina, that much was not in question. Diana huffed out a breath and pushed her hair out of her face. Next to her, Rafe lay sprawled over the other side of the bed, looking just as destroyed as she felt. They’d been at it for hours, and it was only now that he was allowing her to rest.
He wasn’t really allowing her to rest; it was more like he’d had to take a break too. She didn’t have much experience, but he’d demanded that she give as good as she got. And if the dopey, satisfied look on his face was any indication, she’d done that. Yeah, but at what cost? Unwanted guilt wormed its way into her heart and planted a seed.