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It’s a risk, my head says, but my body is fully on board, and all my heart has ever wanted is him.
“I’ll try to follow your lead. But I don’t know if I can. I’m not a good follower.”
“Following in life is different from following during sex. Maybe you’re not cut out for either, or maybe it’ll feel just right.”
“You’ll stop if it gets too weird for me?”
“Just say the word, and it’s over.”
His voice and his expression are earnest. I’m not worried about him hurting me. I’m worried about what comes after.
“Will I get to touch you?” I ask, my fingers itching to stroke his cock.
“We’ll see,” he replies, his lips brushing mine. “Where do you want to touch me?”
“Everywhere.” I gasp as he holds my earlobe between his teeth.
“Does that include my cock, Angel? Will you dip your fingers between your legs and slather your arousal all over my cock?”
Yes. Yes. Yes.
“Are you wet enough to make it slippery?” He slides a finger inside me and brings it to his mouth, but not before he shows me how it glistens.
“You have a dirty mouth,” I whisper.
“And you love it.”
I do.
“You blush like a schoolgirl, but your breasts get heavier, and your nipples get harder with every filthy word.” He lowers his mouth to my temple. “I bet a little gush coats your thighs every time, doesn’t it, Angel?”
His voice is hypnotic, and although he’s barely touched me, I’m so aroused I can’t do anything but nod.
Rafael takes the candle and blows out the flame, but his eyes never leave mine. The emotion is so stark that I’m treading water helplessly, unable to keep up.
“Are you going to give me a massage?”
He shakes his head. “I’m going to paint your skin with the oil, swirl it around with my fingers until you’re so aroused your sweetness floods the counter where Giana and Sabio have lunch.”
I feel my cheeks warm as he spoons the dollop of shame onto my conscience. It’s not bitter like one might expect, but shimmery and bright, enticing me deeper into his spell.
Rafael pours oil onto the inside of his wrist. It looks like ordinary oil, but it smells divine. He nods when it hits his skin. “Perfect,” he murmurs, pressing a small kiss to my mouth, and all I think about are his fingers swirling the oil into my skin.
He lifts the candle and drips the scented oil onto my shoulders while I watch.
I flinch at the first sensation. It’s quite warm, but there’s no pain.
“Too hot?” Rafael asks, stilling.
I shake my head. “It just came as a surprise.”
“Good.” He nods. “Lie on your back, Angel. Let the cold stone be the yang to the warm oil.”
As I lower myself, the quartz is an icy kiss to my overheated skin, almost dizzying, but I don’t have long to contemplate the contrast. Before I’ve even adjusted, Rafael whips off his shirt and climbs on the island with me, straddling my thighs while he drizzles oil between my breasts, warming my skin until it tingles.
I gasp with each new drop, writhing as his fingers dip and swirl, tracing a circuitous route from my breasts to just below my navel, sparing no inch as he zigs and zags across my curves.
Rafael gazes at me without a word as he raises and lowers his arm so the warm liquid can rain on my skin from various heights. Some warmer, others cooler.
