No man had ever ejaculated in her mouth. She’d never even considered it, thought it too…too… She wasn’t sure. But she was sure right now. She wanted that from Rafe.
She continued to torment him, adding her hands so she could pleasure his entire massive length at once.
“Baby, slow down. I don’t want to… God, slow down.”
Not in this lifetime. She wanted this more than she wanted to breathe. She continued her assault, faster, faster, faster…
Until pulses began beneath her tongue.
“God, baby, I can’t stop it—” He panted, his breath coming in rapid gasps.
She continued, hoping he knew it was okay. Hoping he would give her this gift that she’d treasure always. Hoping—
He came with a gush over her tongue. The salty tang of him slid over the roof of her mouth, down her throat.
She shivered. This was the most erotic experience of her life. She’d never forget it.
Never.
And she knew in the depths of her being, she’d do this for no other man. Ever.
She pulled away from him. Rafe’s gaze was upon her, staring down at her with lust and anticipation.
“I’m sorry, baby.”
She shook her head and smiled, only now realizing the pain in her knees. “Don’t be. I wanted it. I wanted to do that for you.”
“It was amazing.”
“For me too.”
He pulled her to him. “I hope you don’t think we’re done.”
“You mean?”
“Hell, yes. I may not be eighteen anymore, but you affect me like no other woman. Let’s go sit in that tub and soothe your sore muscles, and I’ll show you exactly what I’m capable of.”
She couldn’t wait.
Chapter Eighteen
After a soak, Rafe set Angie on the edge of the tub and tantalized her with his talented tongue. She shivered as he pleasured her, whispered against her flesh how good she tasted, how pretty she was. How would she live without this?
She had to. She had no other choice.
After he had given her several orgasms, he stood and thrust into her. She stared into his black eyes, her gaze never wavering, and dug her nails into his dark shoulders, her back arching, as he pushed into her again and again. Completion, total fulfillment.
Perfection.
“Baby, you feel so good.”
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
“God, so good.”