His hand slipped downward again, his fingers finally sliding into the slippery desire that I’d accumulated just for him. Yessss!
And that’s when I felt Rafe’s restraint fall away. We moaned together, our tongues tangling. Everything was heat and motion. I kicked off my pants, and he helped. We pushed all the last bits of clothing off the bed.
Side by side now, he held me as if he were trying to eliminate any distance between our bodies. Shaking hands skimmed my waist, dipping low to tease my clit, then retreating again. Even now that he was hard and leaking for me, he still did not rush. This beautiful man was worshipping at the altar of me.
And his girlfriend cheated on him? She must be an imbecile.
Five
Rafe
When I was a kid, I could sometimes go swimming at the public pool on 173rd Street. Above the surface of the water, it was overcrowded, loud and crazy. But when I dipped my head underwater, the world hushed, and I was lost to pure sensation.
Losing myself with Bella was just like that. The world shrank down to the size of her mattress. As I caressed her, reality was muffled by her smooth, creamy skin and the sound of our breathing.
I knew that if I stopped to think about it — if I popped my head back above the surface — the real world still waited, loud and disapproving. But she and I were swimming alone together, hands stroking, tongues teasing. I did not want to come up for air. Ever.
At some point, Bella sat up. So I sat up, too. Then she handed me the box of condoms. Somehow, even though I was drunk with lust, I managed to tear it open. They came out in a string — the way the bodega on our corner used to have a chain of red lollipops hanging over the cash register, and the cashier would tear the next packet off if you wanted to buy one. I tore off a condom and let the others slide to the floor.
I handled the packet carefully, not wanting to tear the latex inside. But the packet did not open on the first try.
“Let me,” Bella whispered. The feel of her hand stroking my dick practically erased my ability to respond, let alone hear.
I handed the condom over to her, too turned on to care that I wasn’t man enough to get the job done. I flashed back to the whole champagne-bottle incident. An hour ago, I’d had no idea where this night would lead me.
Still didn’t.
It seemed impossible to believe that sexy Bella and I were naked together right now. That she was kneeling beside me, one hand on my hip, the other one fitting a condom over my pene.
“Is this your usual brand?” she asked softly, using two hands to roll it down. “It’s kind of tight. Seriously, you should buy the next size up. And I’m not just saying that.”
I didn’t answer, because I didn’t want to admit that there was no “usual brand” for me. There was nothing at all usual about this moment. I didn’t even want to think about why.
With a tug on her hands, I pulled Bella onto my lap and kissed her again. As long as I had my mouth on hers, I didn’t have to think. More sensation, por favor. More action, less talking.
And no thinking. Maybe not ever.
Bella straddled me willingly. So willingly. She curled one of her pretty hands around my waist and let me plunder her mouth again. Cristo. The way she touched me was incredible. I’d never felt my own desire mirrored back to me like this. With Alison, I’d always been coaxing her. But Bella arched into me. When I touched her, she pressed closer. When I groaned, she joined the chorus.
This. This is how it was supposed to be. Bella’s enthusiasm had obliterated all of my caution. She wanted me. And I could no longer think of any reason why I couldn’t have this.
Our kisses were bottomless. I leaned back against the wall behind me, the sound of my heartbeat throbbing in my ears. Bella reached down between our bodies, wrapping her hand around me again. This time, the condom prevented me from feeling very much. That was probably a good thing. When she’d stuck her hand down my pants earlier, I nearly came like a fountain.
“I like you right here,” she whispered.
I only groaned. I liked her anywhere at all. As long as she didn’t stop kissing me.
She reached over to grab a pillow, and I had to lean forward so she could jam it behind my back.
Then she put her hands on my shoulders.
Then she rose up on her knees.
Then? She lowered herself down on my aching dick.
Caliente, I thought immediately. It was so warm inside her. I let out the breath that I didn’t even know I was holding.
“That’s more like it,” Bella whispered, pushing her hips forward. Her cheeks were pink, I noticed. And those beautiful rosy nipples were right there in front of me, shamelessly asking for my attention. I took both breasts in my hands and circled the nipples with my thumbs. “Yesss…” she hissed, moving her body against me.