A Touch of Notoriety(47)
Beth hadn’t needed Raphael’s verbal expression of his approval, had seen his response to her nakedness in the thickening, lengthening bob of his shaft and the intensity of the glistening juices at that purple tip.
Her nervousness became a thing of the past as she held out her arms to him. ‘Come and make love with me, Raphael...’
His teeth gleamed whitely as he gave a predatory grin. ‘First I intend making love to you,’ he murmured throatily as he knelt on the bottom of the bed, gently pushing her legs apart before moving slowly upwards until he knelt between her thighs, the muscled firmness of his own hair-covered thighs pressing against her bared flesh, and sending quivers of awareness to her core, causing her inner folds to moisten and plump.
She watched beneath lowered lashes as Raphael bent his head and placed a brief but warm kiss against those golden curls, knowing he must be able to smell her salty-sweet arousal as the dark stubble on his chin rasped gently against her sensitivity, and causing a warm gush between her thighs.
Beth sucked in a breath, her head pushing back into the pillows, her back arching, as Raphael now touched her with just the warmth of his lips as they travelled butterfly soft across the flatness of her stomach before his tongue dipped into the well of her navel, gently probing, leaving a trail of moisture there, his hands lightly clasping her hips as his lips travelled higher still.
Beth’s fingers clenched tightly into the sheet beneath her as she felt those butterfly kisses against her ribcage, just beneath but not quite touching the swell of her breasts, her nipples tingling, swelling like ripe fruit, in anticipation of the moment when those lips captured and suckled on those swollen berries.
It became exquisite torture as Raphael’s lips now moved in an open-mouthed caress across and over her breasts, never quite touching those engorged nipples as his grip on her hips kept her from moving, shifting restlessly, as she felt the burn of desire between her thighs.
‘Please, Raphael...!’ She groaned her need longingly even as she arched her back, pushing her breasts up temptingly.
‘Patience is most definitely a virtue when it comes to lovemaking, Beth,’ he assured her softly, the warmth of his breath a tormenting caress against the curve of her breast.
She gave a pained moan. ‘I ache, Raphael...!’
He stilled above her. ‘Tell me where.’
‘Everywhere! Oh, God, everywhere! My breasts, Raphael,’ she added breathily as he remained still and silent.
‘Cup your hands beneath them and offer them to me,’ he encouraged throatily.
Beth didn’t hesitate, her breath leaving her in a satisfied sigh as his open lips closed over one turgid peak and he suckled deeply, her hands moving up so that she could entangle her fingers in Raphael’s hair as he continued to draw strongly on her nipple even as his tongue lathed a hot caress against that aching flesh, her sigh becoming a pleasurable gasp as Raphael lowered the lean length of his body gently down on top of her, the length of his hot and burning shaft further torment as it pressed against the moistness of her swollen folds.
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It took all of Raphael’s self-control not to hurry their lovemaking as he feasted on Beth’s delicious breasts, her nipples as sweet as ripe strawberries against his tongue and the soft rasp of his teeth as one of his hands moved smoothly, caressingly, down over the silky flatness of her abdomen and stomach, before slowly moving lower, seeking out the swollen place between her thighs as she arched up into that caressing hand.
The tight bunch of flesh thrust engorged and swollen from beneath its protective hood in evidence of Beth’s deep arousal, a low and keening cry escaping her lips as she began to climax as Raphael first stroked and then lightly squeezed her there, quickly thrusting a finger deep into her hot and clenching channel as he felt the climax rippling through her, prolonging her pleasure as his finger curved and stroked against the sensitive muscle deep inside her.
‘Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God...!’ Beth groaned and quivered and shook, her fingers digging painfully into Raphael’s tensely muscled shoulders. His breathing was ragged as he kept her poised on the shuddering plateau of her release, holding her there with the press of his finger against something deep inside her as wave after wave after wave of undulating pleasure continued to rage and roil through her body. ‘I can’t take any more, Raphael...!’ She gasped, her eyes wide as her hips strained and surged up again and again into that momentous release.
‘You can,’ he assured her fiercely as a second finger surged in hotly to join the first, the soft pad of his thumb caressing the overstimulated nubbin above, around and around, over and over again, until Beth thought she would explode into a million pieces that might never be put back together again.