It seemed we’d both been yearning for this.
Kissing the tip, I teased him some more. Then I bathed him with my tongue, and every muscle in Rafe’s body went rigid. Wrapping my hand around the base of him, I realized blowing this boy was not going to be easy. Welp. I’m just the woman for the job.
Opening wide, I sucked him down.
The moan Rafe let out could probably be heard all the way to Grand Central Station.
I popped off him and gave his stomach a gentle shove. “Lie back. And let me have these.” I tugged on his underwear.
“You don’t have to…”
I looked up into his lust-filled eyes. “Do you honestly want me to stop?”
“No.” He put a hand on my hair. “But I won’t last.”
Leaning into his hand, I smiled up at him. “You won’t last right now. But later tonight, when we’re fucking, you’ll last even longer.”
He blew out a hot breath. “That’s a plan I can get behind.”
“Mmm,” I said. “I do like it from behind. But enough talking.” I gave his chest another push and he reclined onto his elbows. Three seconds later I had his briefs off and his thick cock in my mouth.
Heaven.
Rafe was practically levitating off the bed as I tongued him. As he cursed and writhed beneath me, I sure did appreciate his enthusiasm.
Relaxing my throat, I took him deep. Cupping his heavy balls in one hand, I moaned around his dick.
“Fuck, belleza,” he panted. “Tan bueno. Demasiado…”
He torqued his hips in a sexy rhythm, and I was on fire again, too. A turned-on Rafe was just so, so sexy. He didn’t try to play it cool. He showed me exactly how much he wanted this. His breath hitched, and his thrusts became short and erratic. I knew the signs — he was close. So I gave him a good, hard suck.
On a groan, Rafe nudged my cheek with his hand — a wordless warning. Damn, my new boyfriend was considerate. But that only made me more eager to finish him. I swirled my tongue around the head of him while he panted. Then I took him all the way to the back of my throat again and moaned.
He came on a shout, his stomach going rigid. I swallowed again and again until finally he collapsed, legs splayed out, one arm over his eyes. “Dios,” he mumbled.
For a moment, I rested my cheek on his thigh. Rafe’s hand smoothed my hair out of my face. “Are you okay?” I asked him.
He grunted. “Never better. Just don’t ask me to get up.”
I climbed up on the bed and gave his flank a little slap. “Move your hot self over a little.”
“That I can manage.” He moved over a foot and then pulled me into his arms. “There aren’t words for how good I feel.”
That made me surprisingly happy. “Didn’t you ever get a blowjob before?” It was none of my business, and probably hypocritical of me to ask.
“Not a good one.”
That made me laugh. “You’ve been hanging out with the wrong girls, Rafe.”
“Truth.” He pulled me closer, pressing his lips to my forehead. “What is that song Lianne’s playing?”
I listened, then snickered. “It’s Marvin Gaye’s ‘Let’s Get it On.’”
His eyes were closing, but he chuffed out a laugh. “She cracks herself up.”
“Yeah,” I whispered, running a thumb over his cheekbone. Over my boyfriend’s cheekbone. I was going to have to repeat that word to myself a whole bunch of times until it didn’t seem weird anymore. “Sleepy?” I asked him.
“Mmm. I wish I wasn’t.” He opened his eyes and stretched. “Just give me a few minutes. I can rally.”
I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, admiring Rafe’s naked form through the doorway. He did look tired. And it was almost two in the morning. When I came back to bed, I tugged on my quilt. “Hottie, lift up a second.” A minute later, we were tucked under the covers, and I reached up to click off the lamp.
“The more comfortable you make me, the quicker I’m gonna fall asleep,” Rafe said.
“I know.” I curled up to him. “Thing is, I just realized that we get to do it again tomorrow. And the day after that. And the one after that.”
“I like the sound of that,” he said.
“Me too. So rest up. You’re going to need your strength.”
My boyfriend’s chuckle made his body undulate beneath my head. I rested my hand on his heart, and Rafe’s fingers made loving strokes down my spine. It was glorious. “I’m glad you’re here,” I whispered.