Page 222 of Love Unwritten
I take my time worshiping one breast and then the other, my movements remaining slow and calculated.
“Rafael,” she says with a groan as she yanks on my hair. My head whips up, and our gazes connect.
“Please.” She shimmies her hips.
I slide off her with a grin before I wrap my hand around her ankle and yank hard enough to make her gasp. She glides across the comforter before I release her.
Her thighs hang over the side of the bed, and I push them apart until she’s open for me.
“You’re dripping.”
No merezco a alguien tan hermosa como tú: I don’t deserve someone as beautiful as you.
“I have a few ideas on how to fix that problem.”
“My only problem is that I haven’t fucked you yet.”
Her eyes go wide as I drop to my knees, widen her legs to give me space, and seal my mouth over her pussy. I stroke, flick, and swivel my tongue until she is writhing and moaning underneath me, bucking her hips while begging for release.
I could spend forever between her thighs, and it still wouldn’t be long enough.
Not even close.
Her nails dig into the comforter as she comes, and I find myself smiling as her perfect world shatters around her because of me.
Pleasuring her is my newest drug of choice. The high is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, and I want to chase it for the rest of my life.
Just like I would chase her to the end of the world and back because I love her.
She goes limp while I sheathe myself with a condom and crawl over her body before our mouths fuse together again. Her kiss is hesitant at first, tainted with the taste of her release, but then her tongue flicks out and traces my bottom lip, making me shudder.
I line myself up and slowly sink inside her. Ellie’s legs wrap around my waist, opening herself up even more for me as her heels press into the small of my back. My eyes shut, and my body shakes as I slide inside her inch by inch until I completely bottom out with a sigh.
I want this moment to last for as long as humanly possible. Want to bask in the look of adoration on her face and the pure sense of joy that builds in my chest when I realize I could feel like this for the rest of my life, so long as I don’t get in my own way.
She cups my cheek, and my eyes snap open to find her staring up at me. Her hazel eyes look more brown than green in this lighting, the dark of her irises drawing out the deeper tones.
I plant a quick kiss on her forehead before pulling out slowly. My cock glistens in the light, completely soaked with her arousal, and I become distracted by the sight of me sinking into her for a few moments before she drags my attention back to her face.
I cradle her head between my hands, holding her in place as I pump my hips slowly in and out of her. Sex in this position feels intimate. Like I’m being laid bare in front of Ellie with nowhere to hide as the pleasure builds between us.
I rise to my knees and deepen the position. With every snap of my hips, Ellie slides backward, so I wrap my hand around her throat and hold her in place.
Her wild eyes bounce between my face and my cock as my pace quickens, and her heels dig into my back. Pressure builds at the base of my spine as my balls draw up, but I refuse to give in until Ellie does.
My fingers around her neck squeeze harder, and her eyes roll into the back of her head when I shift my angle, hitting the spot that makes her fingers dig into my thigh hard enough to leave marks.
I snap my hips, making her body shake with every thrust, and she replies with a drawn-out moan and a few more scratch marks added to my thighs.
“Mi estrella.”
She shudders underneath me.
“You like being called my star?”
She shakes her head. “I like it when you call me yours.”
I lean forward until our lips hover a centimeter apart. “If it wasn’t obvious, then let me make myself perfectly clear. You’re mine, Elle. In every sense of the word, from here on out, because I love you.”