That Hot Night

“Rafe,” she groaned, exasperated.

Which meant I needed to show her. “I mean it. These tits of yours are beautiful. So soft and plump, and these nipples,” I flicked my tongue over a hardened nub and smiled. “So stiff and sweet.”

She moaned and arched into me as I gave her other breast the same treatment. “Yes!”

“This little freckle right here,” I told her and licked a streak of heat across the freckle under her left breast. “Fucking kissable.” My mouth went from that little freckle down to her ribcage and belly button, before I kissed down her left leg and up her right leg, hovering just above her pulsing pink pussy. “And this pretty pink-,”

“Okay, Rafe. Okay. I get it. Thanks.” Her cheeks were even pinker and I wanted to toy with her some more.

But she was so wet, so pink and slick just inches from my mouth that I couldn’t ignore it. Or her. “You sure?”

Janey nodded and lifted herself up so she rested on her elbows, watching as I spread her thighs apart and blew on her clit, watching in fascination as it grew, swelling and tightening in anticipated pleasure. “So sure.”

“Good.” Her arms trembled after the first swipe of my tongue, but her gaze never left mine and I know that, because I couldn’t look away from her. I couldn’t look away from the way pleasure clouded her gaze, the way each swipe of my tongue against her clit or her opening, produced a shiver.

“Rafe…” Her elbows buckled and sent her crashing to the soft pillow-top cushion of her bed, and when I had Janey flat on her back, I pushed her legs apart further and licked her, hard and fast, surprising her with the speed of her pleasure. “Rafe,” she said again, her voice a warning that made me pull back.

I wanted this to last, wanted Janey to learn her pleasure limits. “I’m right here sweetheart.” She was close to her first orgasm if the way she clenched around my finger was any indication. “Right,” I blew on her clit. “Here,” I whispered and sucked it into my mouth.

“Oh hell!” Pleasure overtook her, fast and hard, but still Janey clung to me, hips still grinding against my face. My mouth.

It was so damn hot, I kept tasting her, slowly until she trembled and squealed, completely out of control. Only when she relaxed under the power of her own pleasure and fatigue did I stop tasting and started kissing a trail of heat up her body until I found her mouth, wet and plump and ready. “Janey,” I growled in her ear before nipping at it with my teeth.

“Rafe, don’t tease me. Please.”

“Who’s teasing?” I wanted her good and riled up, it was how I preferred Janey best of all. “Your skin is so soft. So kissable,” I told her as my lips grazed her most sensitive parts.

“Rafe,” she moaned again and clawed at what little clothes I wore, using her feet to shove my turnout pants and the boxers underneath. “Rafe,” she growled a second time in frustration.

I pushed off the plush bed and shucked off my pants and shoes, my gaze never leaving Janey’s green gaze, dark with desire. “Janey. You sure?”

She nodded, “Absolutely.”

That was good enough for me. With a smile I crawled up her body and kissed her, long and hard and so deep I swear that her taste was imprinted on my tongue. And then her hands were everywhere as I slipped inside her with a growl. “Janey.” She was as tight as I remembered. Wet and hot and pulsing around me.

“Yes, Rafe. More. I need more.”

I needed more too, but more than that I needed to be careful. Gentle. “More of what?” And sure, a little bit wicked too.

She rolled her eyes, but her meaning changed as I slid out and thrust deep again. And again. And again. “Yes.” Her words, her moans grew louder with every move of my hips and every stroke of my tongue. Her legs wrapped tight around me and her hips thrust up, eager to get more of what I gave to her. “Rafe.”

The way my name fell from her lips, a plea meant for the gods, only fueled my desire for her. It amped up how badly I wanted her, how badly I wanted to keep making her pant my name. My hips moved quickly, in fast deep thrusts that made her tits jump beautifully, that made her clench tight around me. So fucking tight. “Janey.”

She was wild and out of control, hips bucking up as pleasure swamped her, drowning her in sensations she didn’t understand fully, but embraced wholly. “Yes!”

She was close. So close and I couldn’t wait to feel her come apart around me. Would she be as appealing as she’d been in Santa Fe? Shy and sweet, yet somehow wild and free? My hand snaked between us and my thumb found her clit, slick and swollen. Sensitive.