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Raphael knelt one knee on the arm of the chair and leaned down. “First, we need to get you undressed,” he murmured into my ear, sending shivers through me.

I laid back against the plush fabric of the chaise end of the sectional sofa, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it on the floor behind us. He reached down and traced a long finger over the tops of my breasts, following the line of the lace, causing goosebumps to spring up. His fingers trailed down the center of my stomach and down to the top of my jeans. They left gaps where my hipbones protruded, and his finger dipped first into the one gap, and then into the other. My head swam. I needed more. Craved it.

I lifted my hips to him, and he unbuttoned my jeans. He slid them down my legs, and pulled them off one leg at a time before running his hands back up my legs and to either side of my hips, gripping me. His fingers ran along the lace edge of my panties.

I unlatched the front closure of my bra without breaking eye contact. His hands journeyed to my chest to cup my bare flesh in his hands.

I bowed into him. It had been an eternity since someone had laid loving hands on me, and I was realizing how desolate that time had been. Raph leaned down and brushed a lock of hair out of my face and kissed me gently.

His tongue moved along the seam of my lips, then slipped along my own while his fingers expertly plucked at my aching nipples. He tipped my chin up and kissed my jaw and moved his way down my neck and to my left breast, sucking the pebbled nub into his mouth. His tongue circled it, ripping a gasp from my throat while his fingers toyed with the right one, rolling and pinching it between his thumb and finger.

Raph wrapped his arms around the curve of my back and I arched up to him, my arms snaking around his neck and my breasts pressing into his chest.

“End of the hall.”

With a nod, he scooped me up into his arms like I weighed nothing. He deposited me on my fluffy plum duvet after kicking the door closed. He came down to hover right above me, both of us wearing nothing but our underwear. I picked my head up and sucked his lip into my mouth, biting gently. Teasing. He ground his hips into me, letting me feel the immense effect I had.

“Condoms are in the hall closet.”

It took him what felt like an eternity to return, chill setting in the moment he left me. When he finally came back, he was holding all our clothes, and also the prized foil packet. He closed the bedroom door behind him, and came back to my side at last.

Raphael drew me into a deep kiss.

My tongue swiped against his, and he pushed me back onto the bed. His knee nudged my legs apart, and he kissed from my lips to my neck, down to my breasts, bringing each nipple to his lips to give it a tug. He trailed damp kisses down my belly, moving ever lower. My pulse thrummed under my skin.

I couldn’t catch my breath. His stubbly chin abraded my abdomen. His tongue dipped into my navel and licked a short trail to the edge of my lace panties. He dipped his tongue into the gap where my hip was, then hooked his fingers and pulled my panties down my thighs.

It was his turn to groan, then.

“You’re so beautiful…” He mumbled against the hot skin of my mound, then breathed in.

I couldn’t handle waiting a second longer, so I reached for him. I ran my hands down his chest, over his tight stomach, and then to the waistband of his underwear. I pulled it down hard, so he bounced free. We were naked, and I had never wanted someone as fiercely as I wanted Raph.

He retrieved the condom packet and tore it open. Once he was sheathed, he positioned himself between my legs and pushed forward. I cried out as he stretched and filled me, inch by inch.

When he was seated as deep as he could push, he began to move.

He stroked in and out of me at a steady pace, his gorgeous face glistening with a light glow of sweat, intense and surging closer and closer to the cliff’s edge. He gritted his teeth, his jaw working. Our gasps and pants beneath grew louder and more frantic as friction and movement and connection dulled the rest of the world. He felt too good. I clutched at his back, my nails biting little crescents into his skin. Sex never felt like this before. It was new, the sensation of being dragged under ocean waves that quieted everything except the pounding of flesh and the fire in his eyes.

Warmth expanded in my core. The heat filled my belly, pushing me sky high. As I neared my breaking point, my walls clamped down around him and the heels of my feet dug into his strong thighs. I squeezed my eyes shut and tensed my shoulders before I let go.

My eyes flew open with an ‘OH!’ as my orgasm shook me. He picked up the pace, dragging out my pulsations until I came back to Earth. He picked up my hips to fuck me deeper. I held myself steady on my elbows and watched through hazy eyes as Raphael lost control.

Chapter Eleven

Raph

Lia opened up more than I thought she could. She became a creature of temptation in no time. And her innocent eyes held me captive with a vise grip. It was inescapable. For such a timid little thing, she bloomed like a flower.

I looked down at her strewn out, breathless on her bed. The dewy sweat on her chest and her disheveled hair matched her coy, sated smile. I couldn’t pry my eyes from her. She was gorgeous, but I wanted to know more. What made her tick? Why did she carry herself with that subtlety?

That’s asking for too much, asshole.

An hour ago I said I wanted nothing serious. This was about physical attraction. She took me up on the offer, and I had to uphold my end; keep it free from complication.

A stress relieving fling for two people in close proximity. It couldn’t be more.

“Want tea, or something?”

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