Rafael's Woman

“Do you want to know what scared me the most? He would take the first time away from me when I wanted it to be with you.” She whispered the words, pleading.

He shuddered, his hands tightened around her arms and Carrie was past thinking, past being scared, past shame at wanting him so badly. Pressing a kiss to the center of his chest, he shook his head and his throat worked but he didn’t speak.

“Rafael, please. I want you so badly, every time I closed my eyes today I saw him but it’s you that I want. Take me to bed, please.” He groaned her name and she rubbed against him. She was rewarded by the feel of him thick, hard and straining against her stomach.

“Carrie.” It came out of him a strangled whisper. He had stopped trying to push her away and she knew he was close to giving in. She’d do whatever it would take to push him over the edge.

The silky white robe matched the see through thigh length nightgown beneath it. Tugging the robe off, she heard him gasp. “I want you to touch me, you asked me if I was inviting your touch that day in the shop and I was. I was just scared by how badly I wanted you. I wanted you to take me then and there, not caring who saw us.”

His mouth came down on hers and Carrie’s arms went around his neck to hold him to her. Opening her mouth to him, his kiss was as hot as fire, making her blood burn through her entire body. His arms came around her and flattened her against a wall of muscle clenched tight. Her breasts swelled and her nipples hardened with the need to feel him against her bare skin. Even the silk of the nightgown felt rough against her heated body. Rocking her hips to invite more she was rewarded with his growl along her ear.

Hot air flooded her ear, “Carrie, we can’t.”

His body betrayed him. He might be saying the words but they weren’t what he meant and Carrie knew Bethany was right. She went still and his arms loosened around her. Without a flicker of shame or embarrassment Carrie slid down his body until she was on her knees. “Fine, it doesn’t have to be we, don’t move and it will just be me.”

Her hands barely fumbled, it had been something she had dreamed of often enough. In only seconds his pants were undone and she was pulling them down, along with his boxers. When his thick cock was free, she was wet at the sight of him and the need to have him inside her. She saw nothing but the marvel she had set free. Trying to wrap a hand around him wasn’t easy, he was so large her hand didn’t wrap all the way around him. He was so hot and soft yet hard at the same time, she wanted to know what he tasted like. Her mouth was hungry as she licked at the tip of him. Beads of moisture escaped and the taste of him was shockingly good to her. Her tongue swirled around the end of him, wanting more. The tip of his cock was thicker and flared out from the length of him, when her tongue teased the skin beneath his tip he moaned her name louder.

> Inside Carrie wanted to turn cartwheels at the moan coming out of him. She had no real point of reference on what to do to make this good for him. While she’d seen a man naked before it had been in movies and once years ago a porn Bethany had stolen from her parents. She had only been thirteen, too embarrassed to pay attention and laughed through the few minutes she’d watched. It had been years and Rafael was much larger than she remembered the man being in the video.

Carrie was also incredibly turned on and her body was screaming with the need for more, thinking was becoming too hard. Need pushed her on, opening wide, she sucked him deeper. His hands went into her hair and her hand grasped him tighter. Her hand began to work the long length of him that her mouth couldn’t reach. Rafael groaned, his hands twisted in her hair. She was relieved when he stopped trying to pull away and began to move deeper into her mouth. When he hit the back of her throat she moaned her disappointment, he groaned and she felt him thicken even more inside her mouth. She moaned again, drawing out her breath, he surged deeper and deeper each time. Carrie understood, it was making him feel good. Keeping up suction she pulled out and then back down and moaned. Rafael swore long and low in Spanish. She didn’t have to know Spanish to know the words were curses. He allowed her control for only a minute longer before he took over again.

Carrie felt like he was ravaging her mouth and she clung to his hips and reveled in his thrusts. Again and again he met the back of her throat and she would moan at her disappointment. Each time he ground deeper until she thought she couldn’t breathe before at last easing out of her throat. Confusion was high until she watched him grasp his own cock. She understood, then, knew he was coming but didn’t want to do it in her mouth. Not even sure why it meant so much to her, it angered Carrie. She grasped him at the base of his cock and sucked him back into her mouth. Her tongue worked around the head of him. Then he began to spurt inside her, her name on his lips escaped him in a sigh. As he flooded her mouth, she swallowed and she figured out why he had attempted to pull away. She knew most women would have preferred he not release into their mouth but not Carrie. The taste of him while thick and salty was different from anything she had experienced it wasn’t as bad as so many women made it out to be. She also knew she wanted to experience everything with Rafael. She didn’t want him to hold back and protect her from anything about their lovemaking.

Even limp he was so thick she could not take all of him into her mouth. It was frustrating, she frowned as she sat back on her knees and studied him. She knew there were women who could take someone as large and thick as him deeper into their mouths and she was determined to be able to take all of him.

A low chuckle came from above her. She looked up to see Rafael shaking his head at her. “That was an extremely satisfying and gut-wrenching experience and all you can think of is what you were not able to achieve.”

He reached down, drawing her up until she was back on her feet. “How do you know? And gut-wrenching sounds bad, was it not good?”

Easing down he lifted her in his arms and her arms went around his neck, she felt weightless in his arms. She couldn’t believe he didn’t even strain as he held her and he was smiling down at her. “Your every thought flutters across your face. Gut-wrenching is bad for me because you cared only for my pleasure. One so young and inexperienced and I gave you no pleasure.”

Setting her down on her bed, he sat at the edge and his regret was clear. Afraid he’d leave or think again too much, Carrie sat up and went on her knees. Pushing his suit jacket off, she licked at the skin of his neck. A thrill shot through her at his shudder in reaction. Her hands went to the row of buttons on his shirt. “Rafael, what I did gave me a very large amount of pleasure. So much pleasure, I was very close to having an orgasm from doing it.”

Carrie managed to get most of his buttons before he turned and pressed her down into the bed with his body. His body was a work of art and she could see clearly how he had managed to pick her up without the slightest intake of air. Muscles curved and flexed under the lightly hairy chest as fine as the silk of his skin. She had thought the expression was a six pack so how did it look like eight hard curved knotting of muscles over his stomach. The feel of him pressing into her was making her drip from need, her body was on overload from need to press harder against him until she melted completely into him. His mouth at her throat, licking and sucking at the hollow where her heartbeat pounded was the only thing that stirred her senses. “I don’t have any protection, mi dulce.”

It took several minutes to work out he had even spoken. All she knew was the word protection. The words were pulled out of her and she knew she sounded drunk, because she was off the feel of him against her. “I do, bedside table. I need you.”

Pulling away, he got up and closed the door. Carrie wanted to scream and start throwing things, how in the world could he get up and walk away from her. He looked regretful, she didn’t care and she needed this man and it was clear as day he wanted her to. Everything Bethany said came rushing back over what he was scared of getting into and so she could maybe understand why he was trying to stop them from going further. His shirt was open and his trousers were hanging on his hips open but hiding him from her. Running a hand through his hair, he looked down at her and shook his head. “Carrie, this can’t happen. You deserve better than I am able to give you. I do not want a long-term relationship and a woman like you deserves better than even that. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let you do what you did knowing all of that.”

Laughter bubbled up out of her, relief had it come out easier than if she had forced it. Gone was the feeling of guilt, she wasn’t playing a game to have him, if she were it would be called chicken. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him and if she had to say something she didn’t mean, for now, then she’d do whatever the hell it took to get him, “Rafael, I’m not asking you to make an honest woman of me. I’m not looking for a relationship. I think you jumped way too many steps ahead. I’ve been a virgin because I’ve been busy raising two twin boys. I’m going to be busy for several more years. I’m not looking to make my life any more complicated than it already is. For many years I was overweight, I still think I am but it makes me feel good knowing you don’t think so, that somehow I turn you. Before, I was too self-conscious about my body and positive the only thing a man wanted was sex on their terms.” He looked doubtful but his eyes roamed over her body with heat. She decided to turn up the pressure. The nightgown was off in one easy movement and she was naked on her knees at the edge of the bed. “Just your nights, Rafael it’s all I want. I’m not asking for you to skip any more meetings for me or wine and dine me in the evening. I just want you in my bed at night, my bed, not yours. If you want to stay the whole night and be gone by the time the boys wake up then fine. If you want to leave once we’re both satisfied then I’m happy with that too.”

His eyes were practically devouring her. It made her so wet she couldn’t take it anymore. Settling back onto the bed, her hand went down between her spread legs and she touched herself with a sigh. Ever since the first night she had moved in, the thought of Rafael in the same building had her touching herself. Night after night she had reached orgasm imagining Rafael slipping into her bed, touching her, inside her. Now he was here, and hearing his breathing become heavy as he watched drove her on.

Chapter Eight

Rafael felt like he was in a dream. He wondered if it would end just like all the ones he had of Carrie where he would wake up aching and alone. Then he took a deep breath and knew it was no dream. Even from a few feet away he could smell the hot heat of her pussy as she touched herself. Until this moment he thought he’d never seen anything so erotic as Carrie on her knees with her lips around his cock. Now, watching the pleasure dance over her beautiful face as her fingers played inside her, his cock was so hard he was sure if he touched it that it would break. This witch was the one bringing him to his knees.

For a moment he clung to his sanity, this wasn’t the way his visit with her was supposed to go. He had planned to yell and threaten her into taking care of herself, then stomp up to his condo and spend another restless night. Now she was telling him that he didn’t have to. She was telling he could spend the night with her and she expected, wanted nothing more from him than sex. Rafael desperately wanted to believe it but the words rang false from the Carrie he believed he knew. She had said them as if they were a taunt and he wasn’t sure if it was because she wanted to reassure him or herself. Her soft little moans of her impending release pushed him to believe it was herself. Carrie had never had a lover before but it was clear she had pleased herself often. Rafael could now believe once she finally had a man who made it clear he could be trusted and would please her that she was reaching out for what she could get. It didn’t matter if deep in her eyes, he had seen the truth.

Javier had told him, Carrie was his, all he had to do was reach out for her. Finally, he moved to do just that.

Pushing off his pants he came down on the bed, catching her hand in his wrist he sucked the long, elegant fingers into his mouth. Licking with long strokes she tasted as sweet as she smelled. Her eyes were wide and her other hand moved to stroke his chest, he grabbed her hand before she could touch him. He needed to taste her completely, she had done enough touching. Moving down her body, his cock twitched in angry need at the sight of her pussy slick with her juices. Light blond curls tried to hide her from him but she was swollen and bright pink as if begging for attention. Licking the seam of her lips the taste of her exploded even more vibrantly on his tongue than she had from her fingers. Sweet and heady the taste of her clung to his tongue, it wasn’t enough. He wanted to know every inch of her and what made her gasp and moan the loudest. The need to make her lose her mind as thoroughly as she had sent him over the edge when she had him in her mouth was pushing him on. Slowly, his tongue roamed over the wet, tender flesh while ignoring the one thing he knew she wanted him to touch the most. Hearing her nearly sobbing for him filled him with a deep primal satisfaction.

When at last her words were barely intelligible he pressed two fingers inside her. Damn it, she was so tight his cock grew harder at the thought of being inside her. Relief filled him, there was no longer a barrier but it was clear her body wasn’t going to take him easily. With that knowledge he knew he wasn’t nearly done.

Slowly, gently,

he eased another finger inside her. Carrie’s hips rose up to meet the new feeling, inviting more even as her pussy tightened against his entry. Setting an easy tempo he pumped in and out of her. Her moans grew so loud he hoped her brothers slept deeply but he couldn’t bring himself to quiet her. The sound of her enjoyment fed his desire, then she moaned how much she wanted his cock. Fuck, hearing the word on her lips had his cock twitching painfully. Carrie was no shy little virgin, she knew what she wanted and she was asking for it, begging for it. He began pumping faster, she gasped his name and he loved the sound of his name, just like that, coming out of her. She was almost there, his tongue swept over the swollen pearl of her clitoris to send her over the edge. Sucking hard, the scream above him ran down his spine as he felt her shake in orgasm.