by Calista Fox
A dull ache in her pussy caused her to say, “There still isn’t anything I wouldn’t let you do to me.” Her fingers swept lightly over the hard ledge of his pectoral muscles. “I’ve always wanted you, from the moment we met.”
His jaw tightened.
Jenna said, “There hasn’t been anyone since you, either.”
His brow furrowed. “In three years, Jen? You haven’t been with another man since the divorce?”
“Rafe.” She let out a long breath. “There won’t ever be anyone else. There can’t be. No one could ever make me feel the way you do. And I simply can’t fathom another man’s hands on my body. Still belongs to you, even though we’re not together.”
“Jen.” His hands cupped her face and he stared deep into her eyes. “Do you have any idea how badly I want to kiss you?”
Her gaze didn’t waver, either. “Do it. I wanted it last night, Rafe, despite knowing it was wrong. I want it now. It’s still wrong, but…”
“How is this wrong?” he quietly demanded.
“I don’t want you deluding yourself. Mistaking my being here as something permanent. I want you so much that every inch of me aches, but in two weeks, Rafe… I will be gone.”
His beautiful blue irises clouded, but he didn’t look away. He said, “You’re here now.”
And she knew exactly what lay behind those words. He intended to convince her to stay.
Try to convince her to stay.
“Rafe, please don’t fantasize about something that won’t happen. I don’t want to hurt you anymore than I already have. I will leave. It’s what I do. It’s who I am. I learned the hard way that I can’t change that part of me—you learned it right along with me.”
“I know. I just…” He shook his head. “I just want you to live in the moment with me. Here. Now. Can you do that, sweetheart?”
She was at a loss for words.
Rafe didn’t back down.
“Say yes, Jen,” he insisted. “For both our sakes. Say yes.”
She fought for a full breath. But the overriding sensation within her prodded her to tell him, “Yes, Rafe. I can live in the moment. Here. Now. With you.”
Chapter Five
Rafe’s mouth brushed over hers. He nipped at the corners. Jenna’s mind went blank. Her lips parted and his tongue delved deep, tangling with hers as he wrapped an arm around her waist and hauled her up against him.
Territorial. Possessive. Aggressive. He was all that and more.
Sparks erupted low in her belly as his hot kiss seared her insides. Her soft curves melded to his hard muscles. One of his hands eased over her backside, cupping a cheek. He pressed her against him, so she felt his erection as his kiss went on and on. Passionate. Intense. Erotic.
His strong hand kneaded her ass cheek before moving over her hip and under the shirt she wore. His fingers skimmed her rib cage, his touch sizzling. Then he palmed her breast through the white lace of her bra and a moan lodged in her throat.
He gave the full mound a titillating squeeze. Whisked the pad of his thumb over her hard nipple.
Jenna tore her mouth from his. “Whoa.” She gasped as electric currents ran through her. “Geez, Rafe. It’s been three years. Try to remember that.”
His lips skated along her neck. “I remember everything,” he murmured against her flushed skin. “I know exactly what you like.”
A lusty whimper escaped her.
His teeth gently grazed her throat, followed by his tongue. A shiver chased down her spine. Her fingers twined in his hair. Her legs trembled.
He’d barely gotten started and she was already coming apart at the seams.
He backed her up against the sofa and she sprawled in the corner. Rafe spread her legs wide and, kneeling before her, wedged his large frame between her thighs. His eyes shimmered with desire and excitement as he slowly unbuttoned her shirt and peeled the material away.
“God, I’ve missed this body,” he said. His head bent and he dropped feathery kisses across her stomach, making her flesh quiver.
“Have there been others, Rafe?”
“Yes.” His tongue circled the rim of her navel. “Two.” He finally glanced up at her and said, “But they weren’t you. I dated one for a couple of months about a year after the divorce. Right around the time I’d finally taken my ring off. I couldn’t kiss her without thinking of you, so I eventually had to end it. Sometime later, I realized I was dating another woman who looked a little like you. That was pretty pathetic—to find an imitation—so I gave up on that one too.”
Her fingertips grazed his cheek. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I told you, you’re not the only one who screwed things up between us.”
He stretched toward her and kissed her. She lost her train of thought again.
When he dragged his mouth away, his lips trailed her throat once more, then over her collarbone and down to her breasts. His tongue teased a taut nipple, jolting her in a delicious way.
He tucked the lacy cups of her bra under her breasts. Then he sucked her hard nipple into his mouth.
“Rafe.” Jenna squirmed beneath him.
“Patience,” he mumbled. He licked and suckled the other one.
He caressed her breasts a bit roughly, arousing her more. He pressed the mounds together and the hunger that flashed in his eyes told her he was thinking of all the times he’d slid his cock between her breasts. She’d swipe her tongue over the tip or cover the head with her mouth.
He never failed to come when she wanted to get him off that way.
He pinched and rolled her nipples, causing pinpricks of desire in her pussy.
“Rafe,” she said again, her tone darker this time. “You know what I want.”
“Yeah, I do.”
His hand glided down the front of her to the apex of her legs. His fingertips skimmed over her sensitive folds through the lace of her thong, lightly stroking. Toying with her.
A slow burn seeped through her veins.
Then his heel ground against her clit, massaging the entire area until she was breathing heavy and writhing on the sofa. When he had her hot and restless, he hooked his fingers in the strands at her hips and tugged the panties down her legs, tossing them aside.
As his gaze feasted on her, exhilaration trilled through her.
“You’re so wet for me,” he whispered.
“Yes.”
Again, he stroked the tiny bud between her legs, igniting a firestorm. His head dipped and his tongue replaced his fingertips, sweeping over her dewy flesh before flitting quickly, lightly and oh, so tantalizingly against her clit.
“Rafe,” Jenna said on a small cry.
“It’s been too damn long since I’ve tasted you, Jen.”
Too damn long since he’d pleasured her this way. More than that, the man had a gift. His tongue fluttered, his mouth suckled. A long finger eased inside her, wrenching another cry from her.
Jenna’s hips lifted off the sofa as she pressed herself to him. Rafe gave her everything she wanted as he stroked her inside and out, working in a second finger. Pumping with increasing pressure and speed, until the sinful sensations building within her ballooned—and burst wide open. She called his name as she came.
Her body trembled. Her breaths were scarce.
Around the pulse suddenly pounding in her throat, she said, “Holy cow…that was fast. And so amazing. You definitely haven’t lost your touch.”
“Just getting started.”
He reached up and around her neck to release the clasp of her pearl necklace. A naughty tremor ran through her from head to toe.
With a wicked smile, she said, “You’ve been thinking about our wedding night, haven’t you?”
“Every time you wear pearls I think about our wedding night.”
“This strand is in lieu of the one you broke that evening.”
“I know. I bought these for you.”
She whisked a fingertip across his lower lip and said, “Let’s hope this n
ecklace holds up better than the last one.”
Having wrapped the pearls around his erection that night, she’d slid the necklace up and down. Slowly. The beads had rolled along his thick shaft as she’d sucked him. Hard. When he’d exploded in her mouth, his surging cock had snapped the delicate strand and pearls had flown in all directions as she’d giggled and he’d groaned.
This one looked much sturdier.
But he didn’t offer them to her in order for her to do what she wanted with them. Instead, he placed the doubled up strand against her clit and snaked a hand around her from behind so he could slide the pearls along the erogenous zone, pulling tauter as her hips lifted and gyrated.
“Oh, God.” Her eyelids drifted closed and her head fell back against the pillows as he rubbed the beads against her, from anus to clit. Back and forth, back and forth.
His mouth closed around her nipple, his teeth gently scraping. She thrashed beneath him, wet and wanting him. But loving every silky wisp against her sensitive skin, between her legs. When she was just about to crest that beautiful precipice, he eased the pearls inside her pussy, then slowly pulled the necklace out and upward, the pearls dragging along her clit.
She shuddered. “I’m going to come again.”
He wound some of the strand around his finger and pushed deep into her, stroking her quickly. No rabbit vibrator with the pearl feature could beat this. She knew firsthand.
Her hips bucked as he expertly massaged her inner walls, driving her wild.
“Yes,” she murmured. His head lowered and he licked her clit as he pushed farther into her. “Rafe. Oh, God. Yes.”
Everything erupted inside her and she came with a violent shake that rocked her body.
“Oh!” Her scream filled the quiet loft. She panted loudly as her skin tingled and her pussy throbbed.
Rafe let her ride out the orgasm before slowly withdrawing his finger from her. Even that caused a ripple of ecstasy.
“God, that was hot,” he said in a husky voice.
Her eyelids fluttered open. She grinned. “You’ve never done that to me before.”
“What, make you come so hard you screamed? Yes, I have.” The look he gave her was a scorcher.
“That’s not what I’m talking about…and you know it.”
He unraveled the pearls and dropped them on the coffee table. “Think we’ll keep these close by. I have another idea for them.”
Excitement stole her breath. “See? I told you that you were bad.”
He leaned close to her and whispered in her ear, “Next time, I just might use them in your ass to get you off.”
“Rafe.” Lust consumed her.
He kissed her, long and hot. His fingers threaded her hair while he also palmed her breast, kneading it with just the right pressure before he teased her nipple with his finger and thumb.
When they came up for air, she was breathless again.
Rafe stood and unbuttoned his Levi’s. He hadn’t bothered with briefs after his shower. As he shoved away the denim, she bit into her lower lip.
“Like what you see, sweetheart?”
“I haven’t forgotten how magnificent you are. Bet I could come just looking at you and thinking of having sex with you.”
“You don’t just have to think about it.” He winked. It made her even hotter.
Rafe returned to her, one arm snaking around her back. He flicked the hook on her bra, releasing it in a smooth maneuver.
“Definitely a bad-boy move,” she assured him.
He quickly divested her of the lingerie and shirt. “Give me a sec to get a condom.”
“No condom.”
His gaze narrowed on her. “You’ve never said that before. Even when we were married.”
Jenna shifted onto her knees on the sofa while he stood before her. Her hands glided over the grooves of his ridged abs, up to his chiseled chest.
“I’ve never been with anyone other than you, Rafe. And you haven’t been with anyone in at least a year. I’m on the pill.” Her hand slid lower and covered his cock. She stroked slowly. “I want to feel you inside me.” She flicked her tongue over his small, pebbled nipple and then suckled. “More specifically, I want to feel you come inside me.”
“Jen.” He let out a primal growl.
She gazed up at him. “This is the only thing I’ve ever asked of you.”
“And you think I’d deny you anything?”
Her head bent to him and she skimmed her tongue over the tip of his cock, making his hips jerk. Then she took him deep in her mouth.
“Fuck,” he said on a harsh breath.
His fingers swept away loose strands of hair along her temple. Her head bobbed as she made love to him with her mouth. Then she sucked him hard.
“Goddamn. Jenna. Don’t make me come.”
Urging her away with gentle hands, he stared down at her with fire in his eyes.
“I know how you want it,” he said.
“Yes.”
He sat on the sofa cushion, the chenille throw draped over it, positioning himself in the corner. One long, powerful leg stretched out along the couch, while he firmly planted the other foot on the floor. He reached for Jenna and pulled her to him, with her back to him. She straddled his lap and lowered herself onto his cock, taking him in all at once. She was that wet. That in need of him.
A sharp moan fell from her lips.
Her body stilled for several seconds as she assimilated to the girth. Of being filled and stretched.
“It really has been too long since I’ve felt you inside me,” she whispered.
How had she survived three years without this?
Jenna didn’t want to answer her own question.
Slowly, she began to move, rocking against him. Small pants of air fell from her lips, growing heavier as he thrust up into her while she rode his cock.
Rafe’s hands gripped her at the dip of her waist, pushing her down onto him as he pumped heartily.
“God, you feel so good,” he said, his voice gruff, his breathing jagged.
Her head fell back and her hands cupped her breasts. She moved with him, her hips undulating and her own raspy breaths picking up…along with her pulse.
He read all the signs. “Tell me when you’re ready.”
“I love how this feels,” she said. “But I’m ready.”
One of his hands slipped around to her front and he rubbed her clit with two fingers. Rapidly. Masterfully. She released her breasts and leaned forward, flattening her palms on the cushion between his parted legs. Rafe’s free hand tugged the holder from her hair and the strands spilled all around her. She arched her back, raised her hips slightly. And then he fucked her. Fast, hard strokes that jarred her—and felt so incredibly good she wanted to scream again. As it was, her throaty moans resonated throughout the room.
Oh, how she truly had needed this! How she’d needed him.
He kept up an aggressive rhythm on her clit as he hammered into her. Jenna’s fingertips pressed into the leather cushion.
“Rafe,” she cried. “Oh, God. Yes.”
Her breasts bounced and the ends of her hair grazed her nipples. He was huge inside her, but she squeezed him tight. He grunted.
“Careful,” he said. “I’m too tightly wound right now for that.”
Regardless, she ground herself against him, and then lifted again so he could piston into her.
“Rafe, you are so incredible.”
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
“Yes. You’re going to make me.”
He fucked her faster. Harder. The sensations swelled within her again, then converged and exploded. Jenna screamed his name as she came, because she knew he liked it when she did. And she simply couldn’t help herself.
Her inner muscles contracted around him as her orgasm took hold of her entire body.
“Jen, I can’t stop. Jesus.”
And then she felt his cock surge and pulse.
“Oh, fuck!” he called out. A breath lat
er, his hot seed filled her, his thick shaft stroking her. It all felt too spectacular not to respond.
Another orgasm roared through her. “Oh, God!”
She savored every second, clutching him fiercely to prolong her climax. And his.
Jenna couldn’t deny it—nothing had ever felt so right.
* * *
“Holy shit.” Rafe tenderly gripped her biceps and helped her straighten, then pulled her back against him and wrapped an arm around her, one hand palming her breast.
Her knees were still bent on either side of him. He lightly stroked her clit. Slowly, in a circular motion.
“Come again,” he murmured.
“I will if you keep that up.”
He did. Her hips began to roll. An easy, steady cadence that matched his fingers on the swollen knot of nerves. His teeth nipped her neck, making her gasp.
When he caught the hitch in her breath, he picked up the tempo, stroking her clit faster, with more pressure. She rocked against him, his cock still inside her. Seconds later, he felt her body tighten and then release and quiver.
“Rafe,” she said on a long sigh. “Damn. You have such a magical touch…”
It took a small eternity for her to get her breathing under control, and he enjoyed the feel of her in his arms and surrounding him with her heat and wetness.
Eventually, she hauled herself up and curled her body into the corner of the sofa, tucking her legs beneath her. Her skin was rosy and her plump lips were parted and damn tempting. But he didn’t close in on her for a kiss. Instead, Rafe gave her the few minutes she seemed to need to collect herself.
Finally, she reached for her wine on the coffee table and sipped. Then she set it aside and told him, “That was pretty much mind blowing.”
He grinned. “I do aim to please.”
Jenna laughed softly. “I realize I don’t have a basis for comparison, but there is clearly a reason I’ve never bothered with any other man. No one could top you.”
He gave up maintaining distance between them and joined her on her side of the sofa. Rafe draped an arm along the top of the couch and rested his other hand on her inner thigh.
He stared into her eyes, seeing all kinds of emotions in them—and wanting to hear the most dominant one. “Say it, Jen,” he urged. “Tell me how you feel. Say it.”