Removing my hand from her mouth, I let my lips hover over hers.
“I want to do everything to you, Peyton, act out all my dreams. You will let me won’t you baby, let me bring every filthy erotic dream to life?”
My voice was low and steady, but inside, every cell quivered with anticipation. When Peyton causally announced she wanted me in her bare, my dick came close to exploding then and there. Talk about dreams coming true!
“Will you, Bunny? Because the things I want to do to you are going to take all night. I have a lot of them, baby, every night away from you, I would dream about lying on top of you like this, feeling your soft body heaving under me.” Without taking my eyes off Peyton, I smoothed one hand down to her plump breast, lingering only for a second on the soft mound before continuing until I found the waist of her jeans.
“In my dreams, you would moan when I slipped my hand inside your pants, underneath where my fingers would find your pussy soaked.” Doing what I was describing, one finger skimmed over silky, warm and wet flesh. “Yeah, that is so it, baby. Wet and warm just like my dreams,” I cooed into her mouth, her tortured answering moan hitting me in balls.
“Fuck, Bunny, this is better than my imagination ever came up with.”
Rubbing my middle finger through her folds, I resisted pushing inside, not yet. Instead, I slid it down the length of the slit, the pad of my finger sensually running over the opening, each time I felt the hole pulse on my digit.
“Mmmm, like that, do you Bunny?” I smirked, loving the wild look in her amber eyes and the hot puffs of air Peyton was blowing into my mouth.
“Yes! So much,” she moaned, lifting her hips in a desperate effort to push my finger in where she wanted it the most. Giving her a little taste of what was coming, I pushed my finger into her opening just past the nail. Even in this small distance, I could tell Peyton was tight as fuck. Getting my thick length in wasn’t a concern for me, though, my Bunny was made for me. Six months of lusting and dreaming of her assured me of that. Peyton being the only woman to grab my attention since my marriage crumbled. The only woman to tempt me to wade into the possibility of a relationship. That was now on the cards, one taste of her lips, and I knew without a doubt, I wanted to explore more with this woman. Speaking of which …
“Bunny, I don’t want to take my finger from your warmth. So I need you to take your tee shirt off for me.” Peyton’s whimper brought a smile to my lips and a gush of wetness on my finger.
“Rafe, please,” she begged, but her hands left my neck and went to the hem of her shirt.
“Slow Bunny. I know you don’t have a bra on under that shirt, that tantalising glimpse of your breast is still etched in my mind. Now, I want you to show me those beautiful tits one inch at a time,” I demanded when I saw she had intentions of ripping the garment off fast.
“Rafe, you are killing me,” Peyton panted but slowed her movements. Easing back off her body, I kept my eyes on her upper body and not where my finger was still slipping slowly through her folds. If I succumbed to my desires and looked now, then I really would fuck the night up by coming in my jeans.
“Slow baby, nice and slow.” My demand in time with my finger, the wet sounds of her arousal and the heavy panting from my Bunny.
Agonisingly, Peyton lifted the shirt up her torso, revealing lickable soft skin. My mouth salivated at the joy it was going to have over and over, sucking and biting every inch. Marking her as mine.
“That’s it Peyton, show me what I want to see.”
The tee lifted further until finally, I got my first real eyeful of the plumpest, lightly tanned breasts. My heart picked up speed, knowing that in any second …
“Fucking perfect,” I groaned when two pert, ever so slightly extended fleshy nipples, pink and rounded, revealed themselves to me. Not able to deny myself any longer, I dropped my head down, my mouth already open, and sucked that gorgeous morsel between my lips. Using my free hand to hold me up, the other one pushed my finger deeper into her heated core, dragging a moaned hiss from Peyton.
“Rafe! Yes!”
Thrusting my hand against her pussy, I finger fucked her almost roughly as I sucked and licked my delicate treat like a dying man getting his last taste of food.
“Come for me, Peyton, come all over my hand while I am sucking on this beautiful nipple,” I commanded, quickening my pace, egged on by the fast thrusting of Peyton’s hips. Tonguing the fleshy bud, I licked all over the raised area surrounding it. I loved pert, raised nipples and Peyton’s being that kind just cemented she was made for me.
“Rafe … I’m … I’m … gonna …” her stammering stopped, and a cry of exultation filled my ears at the same time warm, sticky liquid coated my fingers and palm.
I released the nipple with a loud pop and quickly watched as my Bunny threw her head back on the pillow, her body bowed up off the bed, and her eyes rolled back in her head. A deep animalistic groan tore from her pouty lips, and it took every ounce of control and willpower not to shoot my own load at the beautiful sight of Peyton orgasming for the first time for me.
The first of many.
Pulling my hand slowly out of her wetness, I dropped down to lay on top of her limp, panting, bare chest. I mourned the fact that I had my shirt on, still not allowing me to feel those now bullet hard nipples digging into my bare chest, but calmed immediately when her face came into view and saw the pleasure she was experiencing. And suddenly, a revelation hit me.
Seeing her pleasure made me happy. It got me off, and fuck me if that wasn’t a first. Though a sexual woman, Angie had not been all that into waiting for me to get the deed done. She thought nothing of taking over and rubbing out her orgasm before I could. I either wasn’t doing it right or taking too long with foreplay. And she would never ever consider thrashing her head on the pillow in the throes of passion and risk ruining her hair-do where Peyton’s pink and blonde hair was messy and wild around her face. Her lips were parted, and she was busy sucking in gulps of air, her eyes hooded and filled with delighted surprise.
That look made me feel like a fucking king.
Peyton’s king.
Please, Lord, don’t let my past fuck this up.
CHAPTER TEN
PEYTON
All the air left my lungs. My body felt like a limp noodle, and I couldn’t even move my head up enough to look at Rafe. One orgasm … one amazing orgasm and I was acting as if I had never had one before.
“You okay, Bunny?” Rafe asked me, his voice sounding closer.
“Speechless,” I muttered, then felt a delicious weight come over me—a naked weight.
Shifting my head on the pillow, I looked at Rafe, noticing that he was now completely void of his black tee and jeans.
“You’re naked?” I blabbed, ignoring his chuckle.
“Yes baby, and from the waist down, you are too now. Only have to get rid of this.” He nodded at my tee that was bunched up around my neck. His chuckle turned into an outright laugh as he slipped my shirt off the rest of the way and tossed it to the floor.
“Now, where were we? Oh yes, I believe my finger was in here,” he teased, his finger slipping back inside my slippery entrance.
“Oh yes, god, yes! I do believe you are correct,” I hissed loudly, my hips moving up on their own accord, pushing his hand deeper against my pussy while his finger went in search of that spot I was rarely able to find myself.
“You are so tight Bunny, I can’t wait to sink my dick in your wet heat, but before we do that …”
Ever so slowly, Rafe pushed his finger inside me once more all the way past his knuckle, then dragged it out, touching that spongey part inside me that made my legs quiver like jelly.
“Rafe,” I moaned, drawing out his name. My god, the man had talent, and it made me wonder what other sexy ideas he had in store for tonight.
“Watching you come for me, Peyton is better than any accolade, no medal for bravery could top what I just witnessed, baby.” As he whispered the sweet wor
ds of praise for me, he lifted his finger. It was glistening with my arousal and he was holding it close to my lips.
“I have every intention of tasting your cum, baby, but this way first,” he crooned, surprising me by sliding his wet finger across my bottom lip then the top.
“Open for me, Pey, taste yourself, get it on your tongue for me so I can …” I didn’t wait for him to finish ordering me, my mouth opened, leaning forward I drew his thick digit between my lips and lathed it with my tongue. My tangy flavour mixed with his hitting my senses with a zing. Never would I ever have considered tasting myself before Rafe, but his playful erotism had me wanting to push out of my comfort zone and willing to do anything he wanted.
That didn’t make me weak, not at all, because something by the way Rafe looked at me in the kitchen during tea and since told me he would do exactly the same for me.
“Jesus, Peyton, you are fucking wrecking me but in the best way possible,” Rafe growled, watching the progression of my mouth around his finger.
“Hmmm.” Releasing his finger slowly, I licked my lips, tasting more of my juices.
“I don’t see a problem, do you?” Where was this wanton behaviour coming from? Other than my wildly coloured hair, acting out in bed or playing the seductress was not my normal. Rafe had some kind of power over not only my body but my mind too.
“The only problem I see is what am I going to do first, eat you or fuck you?”
My pussy convulsed, liking both ideas equally.
“We can do both, can’t we?” I asked, spreading my legs letting Rafe settle in between them rather than on top of them, my decision made with my silent invitation.
“No doubt about that baby,” Rafe agreed, already fisting his cock and brushing it along my folds. “Are you sure bare is good, Bunny? Because I am happy to wear a condom until we get further along in our relationship.”
“Very sure,” I panted, desperate for him to get on with it. I was yet to see his cock, but I surmised it was huge going by the thickness of the tip rubbing at my entrance.
Rafe’s eyes dropped to my mouth then lower to my breasts. Without looking at them, I knew they were marked from his lavish attention a few minutes ago, and I was far from bothered about it.
“Hold me, Bunny, hold me tight as I slide into you for the first time.”
Doing what he asked, I wrapped my hands around his huge shoulders, my fingers digging into the muscles already anticipating how much I was about to stretch to accommodate his dick.
“Spread your legs as far as comfortable, keep them flat on the bed.” Again, I followed his instruction, spreading my legs flat.
“Hmmm, that’s it. Now relax, Bunny, let me make you feel good.” He breathed in deeply then slowly pushed into me, I could feel my flesh stretching and god did it feel like he was tearing me in two. It was pain mixed with a whole lot of glorious pleasure.
“Fucking hell Peyton, you are so tight,” Rafe growled, pushing further inside, his dick meeting some resistance from my clamping walls.
“Oh hell, don’t squeeze me yet, baby … oh yeah, that feels so fucking good.”
I giggled at his change of direction, which caused another clamping motion and another growl from Rafe.
“Woman!” Rafe moaned, cantering his hips, stealing the breath out of my lungs with the force of his cock tunnelling deep inside, hitting my sweetest spot.
“Fuck! Baby are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Rafe grunted, pulling back. Quickly, I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his tapered waist, and dug my nails into his firm shoulders, holding him still.
“You pull out of me and we are going to have a problem, Rafe,” I warned him, my voice sounding more like him when he growls at me. “I want you to hit that place deep, deep in me again. Like now.” My hips rose off the bed at the same time my thighs and calves pulled him down, his hips had nowhere to go but forward.
“There,” I hissed, feeling the tip of his cock where no cock had hit before.
“Like me deep do ya, Bunny?” Rafe grinned, his speed picking up, his rhythm perfect.
“Yes, yes I do,” I moaned, clawing at the sweaty skin on his back, keeping as much contact as possible. If I could crawl inside him I would. Rafe was actually here, making love to me, and rather expertly. He talked about his private life, told me where he went and why. I knew him opening up like he did must have been hard for him. In all the months we knew each other, he kept his chatting about himself pretty generic sticking to safe topics like favourite foods, TV shows or turning the conversation to me. Tonight he even told me things about his team, and that was definitely a first.
Soft lips at my neck shook me from my thoughts, but it was the erotic sliding of his tongue up my throat and across my bottom lip that grabbed my attention fully.
“You here with me Pey, or am I doing it wrong?” Rafe growled, biting my lips between his teeth, grazing it.
“No, you are doing it perfectly,” I sassed back at him, circling my hips, eliciting a feral moan from him.
“Oh, you are going to keep me on my toes, aren’t you Bunny?”
“Yup!” I giggled, “but in bed would be much better.”
“Oh, Jesus! When you giggle, your cunt strangles me even more,” he moaned, going up on his arms, pummelling into me with long, hard strokes. Each raw moan from his throat, every snap of his hips, and the intensity from his hooded eyes staring back at me, I fell deeper and deeper under Rafe’s spell. I couldn’t believe that I resisted being anything more than friends, fought it just because I had a past. To think that I could be missing out on this right now, sitting on the couch by myself watching movies I had already seen so many times I knew them word for word. I knew what I preferred.
Shivers of pleasure rolled low in my belly, my core contracting around his dick.
“I am never going to get enough of this feeling,” he growled, looking down my body where we were joined. “Never gonna get enough of the sight of my cock sliding in and out of your tight flesh. Fucking never.” His voice sounded almost distorted as he lowered his mouth and clapped his lips around my aching nipple. His tongue and lips working in unison as his hips ground into me.
My senses were working overtime, trying to compute the passion Rafe was dragging out of me. Did I focus on the miraculous tingling in my nipples or on the pleasurable pounding my intimate flesh was getting?
The choice was suddenly taken from me when Rafe released my nipple with a loud pop, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud. Sitting up on his knees, Rafe pulled my legs from his waist, his large hands engulfing my ankles and pushing my legs apart until I was completely exposed to his heated, brown eyes.
A sheen of sweat covered his muscled chest, and he had a smattering of dark hair across his pecs that lead into a neat line down to his belly button. The man was hot as sin, and he was looking at me like I was the only person that existed for him. That sensation was a heady one, scary and overwhelming to be seen that way by a man like Rafe. His job was a dangerous one, shrouded in secrets and codes and other things of which I had no understanding. A sliver of doubt crept into my head, a voice asking me if I was sure of what I was doing. The line was well and truly crossed now, and we left the friend’s zone the second his heated eyes burnt through me when I gave him an eyeful of my breast.
I wanted this with Rafe, this newfound intimacy, but losing him from my life because of complicating things with sex and a relationship worried me.
My mood change must have worried Rafe because suddenly my ankles dropped to the bed and his large, warm body came down again to cover mine. His face hovering so close I could feel his breath tickling my lips.
“Nothing changes Peyton, it just gets better. I promise.”
“If we stuff this up Rafe, I won’t be able to—” Rafe’s lips slammed down on mine, his mouth wild as he kissed me with an ardour that both thrilled and terrified me.
“Nothing is going to stuff up.” His growled words vibrated against my tingling lips. “I never take risks
Peyton, I think through everything I do. You aren’t a risk, you are a fucking gift that I have no intention of giving back.” Another hot and wet kiss sucked the breath from my lungs at the same time his hips slammed into my pelvis. His hard cock reach a place in me I never knew could be hit.
“You are so very important to me, Peyton, you were before I slid my cock into you and you always will be. But rest assured, baby,” he groaned, holding himself deep in me, his hips circling deliciously, pulling yet another wanton moan from me.
“I ain’t going anywhere, this is what I want. You are what I want.”
I wanted to burn this moment into my brain, remember every detail of his handsome face, every facial expression, every single word from his lips. The moment, I knew Rafe was worth risking my battered heart.
“I’m falling fast Rafe, and it scares me,” I whispered, telling him the truth, “but it also makes me hope that good things can happen to me again, with you. You have been my guiding light since the fire, your strength and honesty that makes you the man I want in my life.” A shadow passed over his face but was gone before I could make out what it meant. His mouth touched mine more gently this time, just pressing on my lips and stilling.
“You think I’m not scared also, Bunny? I have never felt so much for a woman, fallen so completely, so quickly. We have the best start Pey, and it’s just a matter of adding to it with this new phase. Now we begin us,” he murmured, pecking at the corners of my mouth with small wet kisses. With him firmly lodged inside my pussy, I let all my insecurities and fears go. Just as easy as that. With Rafe by my side, how could this possibly fail? I have already dealt with his job as a soldier as his friend, and I can do it as his girlfriend too.
“Us,” I hummed, loving the sound of that simple word for the first time. Moving my hips, I pushed off the bed and with my legs wrapped around his waist, I rolled us, with a lot of help from him because let’s face it, the man was a mountain, I sat astride him, his cock so deep all I could think about was coming all over it.
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