As You Desire

by Nichelle Gregory

  Right. She’d agreed to a kiss—only a kiss. He groaned as she pulled away. One kiss wasn’t nearly enough.

  Damn!

  He wanted her so badly. Spending so much time with her had wreaked havoc on the walls he kept in place specifically to avoid the longing and the feelings he was experiencing right now. She pulled every protective instinct out of him. Her sweet spirit made him want to shield her from all the pain in her life, and even though he knew he couldn’t, he wanted to try.

  Rafi looked down at Lona, wondering if she had any idea how the shade of pink of her swimsuit set off her lovely eyes. The sound of the water lapping around them seemed loud as he waited for her to make the next move…or to say something.

  “You wanted to kiss me?” Her husky question made his cock tighten almost painfully in the snug swimming shorts.

  “For days.”

  No need to tell her what else he’d dreamt about doing to her.

  “Kiss me again.”

  Her voice was a soft whisper filled with need and Rafi obliged her, taking her lips in a hungry kiss. She melted in his arms and he struggled to hold her back as she continued to press her body closer to his. There was no way she wouldn’t feel his stiff cock against her stomach.

  Lona froze, wrenching her lips from his.

  “You’re so hard.”

  Her breath fanned his cheek as she played with the hair at the nape of his neck.

  “Lona…”

  She pulled back to stare at him. “You want me?”

  Rafi looked down at her in surprise. “How could I not?”

  The doubt in her eyes made him want to show her just how much he wanted her.

  Lona averted her gaze as she shook her head. “I’m a wreck.”

  “Not to me.”

  Rafi squeezed her waist as she turned her face back to his. He was captivated by the way the waning sunlight danced over the honey highlights in her hair.

  “I’m homeless.”

  “Mi casa es su casa.”

  Rafi grinned as Lona smiled, tension fading from her face for a moment.

  “I’m pregnant with another man—a crazy man’s child.”

  “I know.” He touched her cheek. “That doesn’t change my wanting you.”

  “Why do you…want me?”

  Her hands stilled in his hair as she waited for his reply.

  Rafi shook his head. “From the moment I laid eyes on you, I thought you were beautiful. I admire how you’ve dealt with everything you’ve been through. You’ve kept it together when I know you’ve gotta be scared as hell.”

  Tears glistened in her eyes as he continued.

  “More than anything, I want to show you how it feels to be with someone who truly respects and desires you.”

  “Something about you draws me in, Rafi. Despite everything going on in my world, I can’t stop—”

  A seagull cried somewhere in the distance as the sun all but disappeared into the ocean.

  “Can’t stop what?”

  Lona sighed. “Imagining what it would be like to be with you.”

  Rafi’s blood was rushing faster than the waves washing ashore.

  She wants me, too.

  “Is that what you want?”

  “Yes.”

  One word. One word changed everything.

  Rafi moved his hands from her waist, locking them under her bottom as he lifted her. He kissed the side of her neck as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and he walked them over to the edge of the pool. Wet, tawny strands of Lona’s hair fell along the blue tiles around the rim of the pool and floated in the water as she leant back against the side.

  “Aren’t we going to get out?” Lona asked, sounding breathless.

  Rafi shook his head as he cupped one of her breasts. “Not yet.” He toyed with one erect nipple as she moaned. “You have the most beautiful breasts, Lona.”

  “You haven’t seen them.”

  “I did.”

  “Oh, right, in the bathroom. I’d forgotten about that moment.”

  Rafi loved the way she blushed as she smiled at him.

  “I haven’t. I’ve imagined seeing you naked in my arms a thousand times.”

  Lona gripped the edge of the pool with both hands, her body buoyant in the water.

  The feel of her sex so close to his cock was sweet torture.

  “I want you to see, Rafi.”

  His name on her lips was pure heaven as he pulled aside the fabric of her tankini to reveal luscious, full breasts with dark rose tips. He flicked his thumb back and forth over the taut peaks as she closed her eyes.

  “Lona, I have something to tell you.”

  He played with both breasts, tracing the outline of her areolae as she sucked in a breath.

  “W—what?”

  “These”—he rubbed the palms of his hands over her taut nipples—“are pure perfection.”

  Lona shuddered with a moan as she arched her back.

  Rafi brought his hand to her face and she opened her eyes to look at him. The molten heat burning in the amber depths of her gaze pleased him. She was just as affected by his touch as he was by hers.

  “And so are your lips.”

  He ran his index finger over her bottom lip. His cock pulsed with need as Lona opened her mouth and sucked on it. She swirled her tongue around his finger before drawing it out from between her lips with a saucy grin.

  “You haven’t touched the rest of me yet.”

  A problem he was going to solve now. It was time to get out of the pool.

  Lona licked her lips, loving the tingle running along her mouth from Rafi’s kiss. A million doubts rushed through her head as he stared at her, but she pushed them back. She wanted this moment with Rafi—needed it to help her remember how special making love could be with the right partner.

  “Lona, hold on to me. We’re getting out.” She nodded as Rafi’s gaze fell to her dishevelled tankini top. Her heart pounded in her ears as she wrapped her arms around him again.

  “Close your eyes.”

  Lona complied, just as the blue light surrounded them. She blinked and found both of them naked and wrapped in big, fluffy towels. Her skin actually smelt like Rafi’s soap, as though they’d showered in the span of a second within the shimmering light of his magic. She looked around to see that they were in Rafi’s bedroom. Her gaze moved to the king-sized bed and her pulse quickened.

  “Let me dry your hair.”

  Lona nodded, shivering as he tucked his own towel around his waist and grabbed another off the bed.

  “Are you cold?”

  He moved behind her, running the towel over the long strands of hair falling down her exposed back. “No. I’m never cold around you, Rafi. My body craves your warmth.”

  For some reason, she felt comfortable telling him exactly what was on her mind.

  She turned towards him, revelling in the longing reflected in the depths of his eyes. It had been a long time since a man had looked at her with real tenderness…with reverence.

  Rafi scooped her up into his arms and Lona gasped with delight. She loved his strength and his gentleness. He placed her on the foot of the bed and Lona scooted back until she was lying against the pillows.

  The air in the room felt electrified as he watched her.

  “Let me see you.”

  His voice was hoarse and her hands trembled as she unwrapped her towel, revealing her bare curves beneath. The slick heat between her thighs demanded attention and Lona wanted it from only one man.

  “Touch me, Rafi.”

  She exhaled as he moved up on the bed and climbed between her legs, forcing her to widen them. Her desire was fully evident to him as he placed a featherlight kiss on her hip. He brushed the inside of her thigh with his fingers and Lona moaned as he cupped her sex with his palm.

  “I love how wet you are for me already.”

  Lona couldn’t respond as he slid his thumb up and down her wet pussy but never penetrated the sensitive lips. She lifted h
er hips in silent invitation, offering more to him— wanting more from him.

  Rafi brought his thumb to his mouth and slowly licked the glistening wetness.

  “You taste like the finest nectar.”

  He slipped his other hand between her legs as he offered his thumb to her. Lona opened her mouth and sucked on his thumb as he stroked her wetness.

  “I want to taste more of you.” He took his thumb out of her mouth, shifting his body even lower between her legs. “Would you like that, Lona?”

  Lona closed her eyes for a second as he bent his head to kiss her inner thigh. “Oh, yes, I want you to taste me.”

  She cried out as his hot mouth covered her drenched pussy lips. His groan of delight sent sweet vibrations through her core, bringing her hips off the bed. He anchored her with both hands, sliding them under her thighs as he drank from her. Lona stuck her hands in his hair, enjoying every erotic sensation as Rafi teased her with his talented mouth. She pulled on the strands of hair wound around her fingers as he flicked and encircled her clit in a rhythm her body responded to. It had been so long since she’d felt like this—ready to come at any moment, sexy and wanted by her lover.

  “So sweet,” Rafi murmured before penetrating her with his tongue.

  “Rafi!”

  She tried to move, but he held her fast, alternating between delving his hot tongue into her core and licking, flicking her clit. The feel of his warm mouth on her flesh threatened to break her apart with pleasure as she melted under him. The waves of ecstasy lapped over her as she panted and gripped the blanket beneath her. She lost sight of his dark head between her legs as she closed her eyes and bucked her hips in tandem with his feasting.

  Rafi groaned again, his deep voice seeming to ricochet through her as she climaxed on his lips with a low scream. Her body went boneless, ruled only by the uncontrollable shudders of bliss racking her body, and Rafi tasted each one until they were done. With one final kiss, he shifted his position to lie beside her.

  “Your mouth…dear God, Rafi,” Lona said when she could finally speak.

  Rafi chuckled. “My mouth is—”

  “Divine.”

  “I’m kinda crazy about your mouth, too, you know.”

  Lona turned on her side to face him. He truly was gorgeous. She loved his wavy hair and the way his broad shoulders looked against the white pillows. He had the most amazing pecs and ab muscles and…and the most incredible hard-on she’d ever seen. She got up onto her knees, staring at the jutting length and width of his cock.

  “Wow.”

  “You know what, Lona? You know how to make a guy feel—”

  He inhaled sharply as she wrapped her hand around his cock. She stroked upwards to rub her palm around the fat head.

  “I want to taste you now.” She traced her finger around the ridged crown, heating up all over again at the searing intensity of his stare. “Would you like that, Rafi?”

  “Only if I still get to taste you.”

  His voice was deeper and his cock seemed to jump in her hand.

  Lona’s eyes widened as she got the mental picture of what he was suggesting. A position she’d never tried before. “That’s not fair.”

  Her pulse quickened at the sight of his devilish smile. She watched him grab a pillow and shift his big body down the bed. He shoved the pillow beneath his head and beckoned to her with his finger.

  “Come here.”

  A rush of nervousness and excitement spiked her already rapidly beating heart. She was about to embark on her first soixante-neuf.

  “Come on, Lona.”

  She crawled to him, looking down at his face, and on impulse she kissed him. Their lips meshed despite his inverted position. Lona tasted herself on his mouth as she pulled away.

  “Climb over me.”

  She opened her legs, crawled over his body until his thick cock was inches below her face.

  “Lower—I need you a little lower.”

  Lona widened her stance a little more and moaned as Rafi’s lips connected with her wet flesh. Wanting to return the favour, she bent her head and kissed the head of his cock. His rough groan of pleasure excited her as she flicked the tip of her tongue around the engorged crown before taking him into her mouth. A strangled cry erupted from her throat as Rafi’s warm tongue laved her hypersensitive clit. She opened her mouth to receive him as she lowered her head, savouring the silky, hard feel of his cock between her lips.

  Lona encircled him with her lips, taking in more of his length while trying not to shudder with delight as he continued his own sensual assault on her. The wild sounds of their passion filled her ears as her hair fell on both sides of Rafi’s stomach.

  I can’t handle this.

  Giving and receiving pleasure at the same time was so much more intense. Lona moaned as Rafi penetrated her with his tongue, half-choking on his cock. Her hips moved of their own volition as she struggled to keep up her pace of tortuous teasing. She wanted to cry out, but there was no time and no air with his shaft between her lips. The faster she worked him in and out of her mouth, the faster he licked, kissed and sucked on her pussy.

  Chapter Seven

  Rafi couldn’t get enough of the scent and taste of Lona’s arousal. The feel of her warm mouth surrounding his cock was heaven. In fact, he was certain she was an angel—an angel with a wicked tongue—and he was so close to surrendering to her power, but he would make her come a second time first. He locked his mouth around her clit and laved the erect nub as Lona wriggled her hips above him.

  Her sounds of pleasure escalated, the vibrations from her voice pushing him over the edge just as she lifted her mouth up to cry out with her own release. Time suspended as his climax ripped through him. He groaned as Lona wrapped her hand around his cock, milking every bit of cum from his body. The warm liquid covered his stomach and her breasts as she collapsed beside him.

  “You’re incredible.” Lona turned her head towards him with a lazy smile and Rafi’s heart twisted. She was breathtaking. Her cheeks were flushed, as rosy as the tips of her breasts. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of the way the sun played up the luxurious tones in her hair.

  “Two orgasms?” She chuckled. “You’re the one who’s amazing, Rafi.” He got off the bed and held out his hand. “Shower?”

  Lona took his hand and nodded. “Are we really going to take one, or are you going to

  use magic?”

  “Which do you prefer?” Rafi grinned as she ran her gaze down his body. “Let’s do it the old-fashioned way.”

  Her choice of words made him want to skip the bathroom all together. He longed to

  take her again.

  “Right this way, then.”

  The shower was already running when they reached the bathroom, warm steam filling

  the space as they stepped inside. Lona wagged her finger at him. “I think this counts as cheating.”

  Rafi shrugged. “You didn’t specify the details. Get in—the temperature is perfect.” “Mmm…the water is perfect.”

  “Will you let me soap you up?”

  “Only if you let me do the same for you.”

  “What is it with you and reciprocal displays of affection?”

  Lona squeezed some soap onto her washcloth and washed his chest. “I think it’s nice to

  show the person you’re with that you’re willing to please them just as they are willing to please you.” The water had turned her ginger strands into soft ringlets shielding her face from his as she concentrated on washing his abdomen.

  “As long as you don’t think I expect you to reciprocate anything I do for you.”

  Rafi rubbed his soapy washcloth in circular motions over her breasts and up around her neck. Bubbles dripped from his hands as he washed her arms.

  Lona lifted her face to meet his gaze. “I just want to know I make you feel as good as you make me feel.”

  “Damn it, Lona, how could you doubt that?”

  She was making him feel all sorts
of things he had closed himself off from. He’d known he missed the intimacy shared between true lovers, but he hadn’t realised how much until now.

  “I can’t remember the last time I pleased Rue sexually.” Lona lifted her face to his. “If I did, he never told me, and towards the end of our relationship he never cared what I wanted or needed.”

  She dropped her head.

  Her admission seemed to cost her and Rafi cursed as she started to tremble. He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes, seeing pain in the honey-brown depths.

  “Being with you feels amazing to me…and I’m not just talking about what happened between us moments ago. I’ve enjoyed spending time with you—getting to know you— despite the reasons for you being here.”

  Rafi leant down to kiss her, loving how her soft lips melded with his. She felt so good in his embrace. He wrapped his arms around her waist as more tremors moved over her body. Her head fell back, their lips breaking apart as Rafi looked down at her.

  “Lona?”

  Her eyes were closed and she didn’t respond, her body going limp against his. “Lona!”

  He squeezed one arm around her as he patted her cheek with his hand—with no response. A million different reasons for her fainting raced through his mind as he lifted her. He focused his energy, surrounding them both with blue light. Within seconds, they were in his bedroom. He replaced the towel wrapped around her with a blanket he pulled out of thin air.

  “Rafi?”

  He tucked the warm throw around her as she started to stir.

  “Wh—what happened?”

  Rafi sat on the edge of the bed and took her hand in his.

  “You fainted.”

  Lona’s eyes widened in surprise. “I did?”

  “Yup. I know I’m a damn good kisser, but you’re the first lady to faint away in my arms.”

  Her fragile smile made him feel a little better.

  “How do you feel?”

  “Tired…hungry…but I’m okay.”

  Lona sat up higher in the bed, pinching the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger.

  “I guess we never did get around to eating real food.”

  Lona glanced up, the wry grin outshining the blush on her cheeks, and Rafi couldn’t resist tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.