Diana raised her hips, rubbing against him like a cat. Each time her heated center came in contact with the rigid length of him, he struggled for control, but he didn’t know how much longer he could hold on.
Ragged breaths tore from his chest. “Diana, please stop moving. I really want to be inside you when I come.”
Beneath him, she whimpered. “So close though.”
He bit back a groan as she wiggled again. “You don’t listen too well.” Rafe dipped his head, breathing over the perfect peak of her breast. With every movement over her nipple with the stubble of his chin, her hips lifted and she reached for him. She gasped when he secured one nipple and sucked her deep into his mouth.
Diana threw her head back and moaned his name when he suckled harder. Desire thickened his blood as she held him to her. He ached with the need to be inside her.
His hand at her hip, he traced the line of her thong under the cotton of her leggings. He tugged gently, and as fabric gave way to silky skin, he kissed the path of sinful heaven exposed to him. First her hip, then the divot where her leg met joint. Then her belly button.
Diana lifted her hips to aid him as he removed her leggings. He discarded them somewhere over his head and then swiftly yanked his shirt off. With trembling fingers, she reached up and traced the pads of her fingertips over his abdomen.
“You realize you look airbrushed, right?”
Rafe choked out a strangled laugh as he nuzzled her belly button again. “What?”
She nodded. “Someone overdid it with the photoshopping of your muscles.”
“I promise you, they’re all real.” He kissed his way back up her body. When he reached her lips, he took his time savoring her. Everything about her taste careened him toward orgasm. The way her tongue met his, even as he dipped and retreated into her mouth, simulating how else he wanted to join their bodies, how he wanted to stroke into her with his cock.
His fingers stole under the fabric of her panties, and excitement ripped at him. He knew what came next. Her dewy slickness. Her sex tugging at him while he explored.
As he slid a finger inside her heat, they both gasped, and the base of his spine tingled. Shit. He wasn’t even inside her, and he was so ready to blow.
He wanted to tease an orgasm out of her, and he wanted to take his time doing it. But it seemed like Diana had other plans. Working her hand between them, she pulled on his belt. Once she yanked it through the loops and tossed it away, she unbuttoned his jeans. Rafe watched intently as her graceful hand slowly tugged his zipper down.
When Diana slid her hand into his jeans, he stopped breathing. Oh hell. Delicate fingers wound around his erection, and all higher functioning stopped. All his focus went to where her sweet core milked his finger and her fingers milked him.
She stroked him again, and his brain shut down. All he registered was the warm silk of her palm caressing the straining head of his dick. She lingered over the head, using her thumb to spread the moisture gathered there and teasing the hypersensitive ridge.
Rafe squeezed his eyes shut. The urge to come was a strong, beating pulse in his malfunctioning brain. Come. She wants you to come. You know you want to. Each beat of his heart sent thick, lust-laced blood through his veins straight to his dick.
She watched his response from under a hooded gaze. When she licked her lips, he gave serious thought to begging her to wrap her lips around him so he could get some relief. But he was torn. He also wanted to prolong the feeling, prolong that sex-crazed current running through his body and making him hum.
The firm pressure she applied on each downstroke of his length sent fiery tingles down his spine, and he stilled her hand.
He dropped his forehead to hers. “Jesus, I want to come so bad.”
She slowed her pace but
didn’t stop. Leaning in, she whispered, ““Isn’t that the point?”
She was going to kill him. “Diana… inside you… fuck.” Ragged breaths tore from his chest. “This way—” No matter how many ways he tried to rev the engine, his brain refused to come online. “I… I…” But then her inner walls clamped tight around his fingers and there was a slight quiver. It reminded him that he wanted to see her come more than he wanted to come himself.
Snapping his free hand around her wrist, Rafe shook his head. “Oh, no you don’t. Ladies first. Always. You keep touching me or, God help me, make that face like you’re wondering how I taste, and I’ll forget that.”
“You’re the only one who gets to explore?” She pouted.
He stroked a thumb over her clit, and Diana threw her head back. “Oh, you’ll get your turn, I promise.”
“Rafe…” Her voice was thready.
God, she was so sexy. “Open your legs wider.”
Diana complied without question and dug her nails into the flesh on his shoulders. “Rafe, please…”
With another flutter of his thumb, she broke apart, her mouth open on a silent scream. He watched her in awe, a smug grin spreading over his face. That was what he’d been waiting for.