Page 216 of Love Unwritten
He brushes his hands over my thighs with such softness, it makes me feel precious. Like he will spend the rest of my life showing me how he finds me a masterpiece.
Not broken, like I had once labeled myself, but loved.
He may not have said those three big important words yet, and I don’t expect him to anytime soon, but I can tell by looking into his eyes that he is feeling it.
And so am I.
My chest warms as he takes his time drawing my pleasure out. Rafael drives me to the brink of madness with his tongue only to yank me back from the edge multiple times before I’m writhing beneath him, begging for him to do something.
“Make. Me. Come,” I say between heavy pants, and he grins up at me.
“I am working on it.”
“You’re a fucking tease.”
He chuckles before sucking on my clit hard enough to dull my vision. My cry for him is rewarded, and he plunges his fingers inside me. I push his head down, keeping him right there while his fingers pump into me at a punishing pace.
His head is trapped between my thighs, and they apply enough pressure to keep him in place until he finally curls his fingers and presses on my clit to make me come.
My pleasure is a wave, rolling through me in a rush of warmth. Rafael doesn’t stop touching me until my body finally goes lax underneath him.
I can hardly hear anything over my heavy breathing, but the telltale sign of a condom wrapper ripping piques my interest.
“I thought you got a vasectomy.”
“I did.” A look passes over his face, and I hate that I’m the reason for it in the first place.
If he wants to be extra cautious about not having any children, that’s fine. I don’t blame him after his last incident with an accidental pregnancy.
Instead of asking him any more questions, I slide off the bed and grab the condom from his hand. He begins to protest, but the words die on his tongue as I get down on my knees in front of him.
Never in a million years did I imagine I would be kneeling in front of someone I once had a crush on, looking up at him while he stares down at me with hooded eyes and a smirk that could put the devil’s to shame.
“Mi belleza.” He cradles my cheek affectionately, and I melt into his touch before his fingers slide through my hair.
I lean forward and plant a kiss on his thigh. His muscles strain, so I repeat the same thing on his other leg, earning a little sharp inhale this time.
Mi belleza: My beauty.
I drag my finger across his thigh, stopping as I get closer to his straining cock.
After he went down on me in the barn loft, we had a talk about how long it’s been for him.
Two years.
“And you call me a fucking tease.” His gravelly voice makes my body pulse.
With a smile, I wrap my lips around the head and suck. He jerks forward with a curse, and I can’t help laughing at him apologizing for accidentally gagging me.
“I’m fine.” I brush my hands down his thighs before I part my lips again, flatten my tongue, and slide as much as I possibly can of his cock into my mouth.
His thighs tremble as I slowly pull back, flicking my tongue across his stiff length. His nails scrape at my scalp, but he never forces me to speed up. Never tries to gag me or switch to a new punishing tempo.
If anything, he tugs on my hair in a silent request for me to slow down. At this rate, the poor man may come before he ever has a chance to slip inside me.
“Elle,” he rasps when I wrap my fingers around him and pump. His salty essence seeps from his tip and coats my tongue, so I swallow, which earns me a hiss.
He steps away, and I release him with a pop. He yanks me onto my feet and swipes the condom wrapper from my hand before placing me on the edge of the bed.