“Ah–” I began.
“If you don’t wear him out tonight,” Tess added and left the room.
Chapter 24
Raphael
Our kiss was full of desperate need and only broke when Cris pushed me into her bedroom. I pushed at the door as she started pulling my jacket off my shoulders. My own fingers attacked the buttons of her blouse, unfastening each one with dexterity and a growing haste. She let my jacket drop to the floor and started at my belt buckle. By the time I had her out of her blouse, she had my pants undone. Her warm hands dipped into my shorts and wrapped tightly around my member. I moaned into her mouth as she squeezed. I started sliding the blouse down her arms, but I stopped because then she’d have to let go of me.
Cris stroked me a couple of times and my blood boiled. I picked her up and carried her to the king sized four-poster bed that took up a small portion of the large room. Without breaking our lip lock, I gripped the bedspread and top sheet with one hand and flung them toward the bottom of the bed. Laying Cris out on the sheet, I found the button of her jeans, unsnapped them, and slid down her zipper. My fingers slid between the elastic of her panties and the smooth, flat, flesh of her belly. They moved down, over the small, well-trimmed bush that formed a triangle of soft brown fur that pointed downwards toward what I sought. My fingers found the hot flesh of her nether lips, parted them, and slipped inside her dampness.
She moaned into my mouth. Squeezing me tighter, Cris began to stroke me with more enthusiasm. I moved closer to the bed, pinning her hand between our bodies while my fingers moved into her and my thumb found her clitoris. I brought one finger out of her to spread some of her dampness across her clit’s tender bud and then caressed it between thumb and forefinger. She shuddered against me and moaned again. I felt the walls of her vagina spasm and then her hips rose off the bed as she bucked into my hand. While she quivered uncontrollably, I gradually eased up on my administrations to her sensitive flesh.
As her body came under her control again, I raised my lips from hers and met her lustful gaze. My fingers left her moist center, slid up her flesh to lightly caress one nipple, and then rose to her lips. She nibbled at my index finger and then sucked it into her mouth. Her hand released my penis as she yanked my pants and shorts down together and then clasped my cheeks and squeezed as she pulled at me. I pulled my finger from her mouth and replaced it with my tongue while I shoved her pants and panties down her legs and threw them off the bed. I tore at my shirt, frantic to get it off of me as Cris hastily discarded her blouse. I kicked off my pants as I climbed onto the bed and between Cris’s muscular thighs.
I held myself above her on my hands and stared down at her while her fingers dug into my cheeks and tried to pull me down.
“I want you,” Cris said.
“I know. I want you too.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
“Do you want to mesh first?” I asked.
In response, one hand left my butt and clasped my penis in a firm grip. She pulled and I followed as she led me into her center. In one long slow thrust, I slid into her and the walls of her vagina squeezed so tight against me that I wasn’t sure I would be able to pull out. Both of her hands grasped my cheeks again and pulled as her pelvis rose to push me deeper into her.
Cris’s vagina walls began to spasm around me and I found that I had lost all control. We bucked against each other in a frantic insane rhythm until as a raging, quivering beast; I exploded inside her.
We lay entwined, our sweat creating a layer of damp warmth between us, until we’d both caught our breath and were able to do more than pant. I kissed the hollow of Cris’s neck and then rolled us onto our sides.
“Still the gentleman, eh, Rafe?” Cris chuckled.
“Always for a lady,” I whispered back.
Her teeth nibbled the side of my neck and she murmured something I didn’t catch.
“What was that?” I asked.
She bit me hard enough to draw a surprised yip.
“I said, ‘who says I’m a lady?’”
I rolled again, pulling her with me until she was stretched out atop me.
“Well,” I said with a mischievous leer spreading across my face. “Then who says I’m a gentleman.”
Before she could say anything in response, my right hand rose and came down solidly against the flesh of her lower cheeks.
As her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to speak, my other hand pulled her face back down to mine and we kissed, our tongues embraced, danced…and I spanked her one more time.
She squirmed against me and bit my lip hard enough to draw blood.
I slid the fingers of both hands along her ribs and tickled. She writhed, noticed that I’d recovered and moved in a more orderly fashion against me. My fingers left her ribs and moved softly over the swell of her breasts to capture her nipples and roll them tenderly. Her lips returned to attack my mouth as her knees came up to either side of my torso and she began to thrust back against me in earnest.
After a few minutes, her pace increased to where she couldn’t maintain contact with my lips. She pressed her palms against my chest as
