I reach down and tug on the hem of his shirt, wanting to see his bare chest. He takes over and whips it off, and I lean back on the desk, admiring the way days of hard labor have defined his chiseled torso and tanned his skin. It makes him look like an exotic being. It thrills me to know that this alluring man wants me.
He growls as he tears my shirt off and slides his arm around my waist, pulling me in close so our bare chests collide. His mouth descends on mine as our tongues tangle frantically. We kiss and caress as if neither of us can get enough. Truth is that I can’t. It’s all I’ve thought of these past few days, and now that we’re here, I want to savor it. Yet, at the same time, I want him to take me hard and fast.
Rafe lets out a groan as his hands move up my sides and over my breasts. My nipples tighten as he massages each one and uses his thumbs to tease them with slow, agonizing brushes.
“Jesus, Brie. I love how responsive you are. How aroused I make you, and how your body reacts to my touch.” His voice is thick, low, and throaty, a sound that does nothing but heighten my desire.
Wanting to play, too, I trace a finger along the waistband of his jeans, my eyes lifting to meet his. As I unbutton them and slowly slide his fly down, he rains kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I slip my hand into his boxers, teasing the silken tip of his manhood with my thumb, just as he did my nipples. It’s exhilarating—liberating, even—touching another man. This is exactly what I need.
“Fuck, baby. Touch me. Grab my cock,” he requests low in my ear, nipping at my lobe.
My hand moves farther into his boxers and finds him impossibly hard and thick. As I stroke rhythmically, he urges me along.
“Yes . . . Just like that, Brie.”
Suddenly, he pulls my hand away and pushes me down on the desk, pulling my skirt down over my hips and throwing it on the floor. He takes his time kissing, licking, and nibbling his way down my body, giving each breast equal amounts of attention until I’m writhing beneath him. The lower he gets, the more aroused I become, and just as his tongue circles my clit, the invigorating stimulation causes me to cry out. I’m unable to take the waiting any longer.
“Please, Rafe. I need you inside me right fucking now.”
Relief swells as he complies. He stands and pushes his boxers down before gripping himself in his hand. My legs rub together in anticipation, and I watch with hungry eyes as he rips a condom open and sheaths himself. As he rubs the smooth head up and down my slit, teasing and tormenting me, his eyes darken.
“Tell me again, Brie. Who do you want?”
“You. God, I want you,” I breathe, my hips arching to draw him in.
I barely get the words out when, in one swift stroke, he enters me, full and deep, taking me as his. It sends a shockwave straight to my *, making me so incredibly wet, already so incredibly close with just that one thrust. He grips my hips, holding me firmly in place. His eyes close as if he’s revering our intimate connection.
“Your * is perfect. Just like I knew it’d be,” he groans just as he begins to move in and out of me at a leisurely pace, as if he could do this all day. Usually I’d be all for that, but I’m burning with the overwhelming desire to be fucked and fucked hard.
“Rafe, please . . . Please don’t go slow. I need you to fuck me. I need you to make me come,” I pant with a desperation I’ve never felt.
His thrusts send pulsing pleasures throughout my body before he stills, his cock buried to the hilt. He slowly moves his hips, causing friction against my clit. My hands rest on his shoulders as my nails dig into his skin. The tension builds as he slowly withdraws and then eases back inside me, increasing his tempo with each thrust. I arch my hips, aching for more of him, and I tell him so. With a low growl, he releases his grip on my hips, and a hand swiftly moves to my head, where he fists my hair, hauling me up until our mouths meet. His tongue parts my lips, dueling with mine as the desperation of his kiss consumes us both. All too soon, he tears his mouth away, causing me to whimper. With his hand, he tilts my head to the side and kisses down the curve of my neck.
His lips return to mine, his hot kiss evoking a deep moan from my mouth as he fucks me. The sounds unleash something in him, causing him to finally increase the pace. His hips drive him into me harder and deeper, intensifying the sensations of friction between us.
“Yes, Rafe. Yes. Just like that. God, I’m so close.”
My words ignite a fire, and his movements become more frantic. As if he can read me, his hand comes down between us and rubs my clit in a quick succession that matches the rhythm of his hips. The desk moves as his high-speed tempo rocks us both, and even though I don’t want this to be quick, it’s inevitable.
His next forceful thrust pushes me over the edge, causing my body to tense. Tremors rock through me as intense waves of pleasure overtake my senses. As my * clenches around him, his cock jerks. Then he groans incoherently as he comes right along with me. Our cries of pleasure mixing and echo throughout the trailer, both of us uncaring of the world beyond the confines of this room.
He collapses on top of me, and I wrap my arms around him, holding him close as the scent of sex and sweat, heady and intoxicating, roams around us. Our chests, slick with sweat, rise and fall together as we try to catch our breaths after our frenzied fucking.
As our beating hearts slow, he lifts up and looks down at me. “I wanted to take you slow and sweet, but dammit, Brie. As soon as your tight * was clenching my dick, I lost my fucking mind. I had to fuck you.”
My cheeks flush with warmth and embarrassment, not used to dirty talk while not in the act. Yet the way he talks of fucking is arousing and exciting. My hand reassuringly strokes his naked back.
“I’m pretty sure I begged you to fuck me, so you did exactly as I asked. Plus, we have plenty of time for the slow and sweet.”
He smiles down at me, and it’s magnificent. “Do we?” he asks, raising a hopeful brow.
“If I have my way,” I tell him, and his smile widens.