thighs and he lowered his mouth. As he kissed the outer edges of her core, she struggled to shift, wanting his mouth everywhere at once.
He gave her what she wanted, moving his mouth further down, kissing the inside of her thighs, while he moved his hands up to caress her hips and then smooth along her shaking stomach.
“Please, Rafe,” she begged.
He said nothing. His tongue swept out and caressed her core with only one slow lick, making her back arch in the air. Then he began to move upward again, making her whimper.
This time he planted kisses up the slope of her breast and circled his tongue around the outside of her pebbled peak before sucking her nipple into his mouth and gently clamping his teeth down, making her cry out.
His hand found her core and he thrust two fingers inside, making her juices flow as she came close to falling over the edge.
Begging him did no good. He took his time kissing her all over; his hands followed the path of his mouth and he glided across every surface of her skin.
Finally, he bent down and opened his mouth to her core, sucking her throbbing pleasure point into his mouth and making her scream as an orgasm ripped through her, pulsing on and on, endlessly.
His tongue soothed the area, drawing out her pleasure; but then, suddenly, he was gone. She wanted to see what he was doing, but she couldn’t shake off the blindfold.
“Rafe?” she asked when several moments passed and he didn’t touch her, didn’t slide his body into hers.
The room was utterly silent and she started to grow nervous. Yes, the orgasm had been insanely good, but she wanted more — she wanted his body to sink into hers now, needed him to join them together to make everything complete.
When she was really starting to worry, she felt something silken and velvety against her lips, and she swept out her tongue to taste his excitement as he pressed his arousal against her mouth.
She gladly opened to him, her core beginning to pulse again as he slipped his manhood into her mouth, sliding slowly deeper as he grasped the back of her head.
She hadn’t done this before — hadn’t sucked him inside her mouth while tied up and blindfolded, with him in complete control.
She was amazed at how turned on she was.
He still said nothing as he pushed himself deeper, quickening his movements as he touched the back of her throat, his pleasure lubricating his thick staff and dripping on her tongue.
Pulling out, he ran the head of his arousal across her lips and she swept out her tongue to taste him again, to feel his texture. The only sound in the room was a mixture of their excited groans.
He pulled away from her and she whimpered until he leaned down and kissed her, his tongue possessing her mouth, demanding her submission.
She was his. Unquestionably his.
He moved again and she whimpered until she felt him pressing against her core.
Finally!
She was more than ready for him to fill her. With a solid thrust, he drove inside her body, rocking her forward on the table as he groaned. “So hot,” he called out as he stilled, buried fully inside her.
Then Ari blinked as he ripped off the blindfold and looked into her eyes. “I want to see your eyes dilate when I send you over the edge again,” he gasped as he began moving.
Ari couldn’t take her eyes from his as he thrust in and out of her, building her higher and higher as his body possessed hers.
She shook as he brought her close to the brink before slowing down and pausing, making the orgasm so close but just out of reach. “Please don’t stop,” she begged, and he sped up again.
Rafe smiled at her as he lifted a hand and cupped one of her swollen breasts, taking her nipple between his fingers and pinching hard.
That was all it took. As he thrust against her while squeezing her swollen peak, she came apart, her body holding his manhood tight as she convulsed around him.
“Ari,” he cried, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back inside her, then shaking with the power of his release.
He now moved slowly within her, squeezing her hip bruisingly hard with one hand and her breast with the other. She didn’t care about the marks he was sure to leave. All she could focus on was the pure pleasure in his face.
When the last of their orgasms eased, he gave her a look of complete satisfaction, then leaned forward and kissed her lips.
“I will never get enough of you, Ari.”
“But it will sure be fun if you try,” she told him.
Rafe released her from her binds and picked her up in his arms. She turned her head to look at the newest toy he’d bought, a wooden table with movable areas for the arms and legs, and with soft leather straps that he’d used to bind her with. Oh, the fun they would have with that.
One of these times, she’d turn the table on him. She was already plotting the wicked things she’d do to him once he was tied up there.
That was for tomorrow, or maybe the next day. With a contented sigh, she nestled against his chest as he carried her to their bedroom.
Chapter Forty-Two
Ari ran toward her mother with her arms out. There was so much to tell her, so much to fill her in on.
“I missed you,” she said as she threw her arms around the woman who had always been her confidante, her best friend.
“You know I always miss you, darling,” Sandra said. “How was the honeymoon?”
“It was perfect in every possible way. We took a tour of Scotland and went through old castles, and then lay on the beach for hours. I even got to watch dolphins dance, and saw some giant whales. The best part was just being with Rafe. I can’t believe how much he has changed from the man I met a few years ago. It seems so unreal that we almost didn’t get our happily ever after. We’re going to have to go there again with you and Rafe’s family.”
“That sounds divine. But would you mind one more person joining our group?” Sandra asked.
“Who? Oh, wait, that was a stupid question. Things must be going well with you and Marco,” Ari said with a teasing grin.
“He asked me to marry him.” Sandra grew quiet, as if unsure how Ari was going to feel about her mother marrying.
“Oh, Mom, that is so great!” Ari exclaimed, catching her mom up in another embrace.
“I’m glad to hear you’re happy about it, because we went ahead and eloped three days ago,” Sandra said. She held up her hand and showed Ari the platinum band with an exquisite design of diamonds circling it.
Ari replayed her mother’s words in her head. Her mom had gotten married — without her. Finally she found her voice again.
“I can’t believe you would get married without me there,” she managed to say.
“I’m sorry, baby, but I knew you would want to make a big fuss about it, and you are a new bride. I wanted you to be able to focus on your marriage and husband and not worry about me. I’m just an old woman who’s been lucky enough to find a great love late in life. We’ll have a big celebration dinner. How does that sound?”
Ari wasn’t thrilled that she’d been excluded from the ceremony, but she also didn’t want to cast a shadow on her mother’s happiness, so she sucked up her disappointment and smiled.
“That sounds wonderful, and don’t you dare call yourself old again. You are as beautiful now as you were twenty years ago.”
