Page 88 of Raphael

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

“I’m not stopping, Reina,” I promised. “I’m doing what I should have done the moment we stepped into our bedroom. Make love to you.”

Her mouth parted and her eyes shimmered like the lightest sapphires, yearning and burning desire mixing in them.

“You made me cum,” she murmured, jerking her hips into my touch. “So you did something right,” she stammered.

I took her nipple into my mouth, my teeth grazing the sensitive bud.

“Oh my God,” she moaned, her fingers pulled through my hair, her nails scraping at my scalp. I bit her nipple and her body arched off the bed, pushing herself against me. “More. Harder.”

I grinned against her soft skin, her breast straining for my touch. My eager angel.

I turned my attention to her other nipple and bit harder, all the while my fingers slid in and out of her. “Ohhh. Raphael, I’m going to–”

Another moan.

Fuck, with all those noises she was making, I wouldn’t last long. The look of ecstasy on her face was a sight to behold. I’d worship her for the rest of my days, just to see that look on her face.

Her inner walls clenched around my fingers and I continued thrusting them in and out, then curling them up to hit the sweet spot inside her.

Her eyes turned a darker shade. Her body started to shudder. My fingers were drenched from her juices. She was ready for me. I slid down her body, kissing her stomach. Lower. Until I reached her pussy and the scent of her arousal was the best fragrance ever.

My tongue slid up her slit. Her slick sweetness was all around me. Tasting my wife was the best dessert ever. And as a delicacy, I devoured her. I nipped at her clit, eating her out as she ground her pussy against my face. I slid my tongue inside her and a keening sound rasped from Sailor’s lips. I lapped at her juices, greedy and all the while I kept my eyes on her. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was like a halo around her.

A devil devouring his angel.

I nipped at her clit again and her body tensed, her fingernails gripped my hair and I felt her body shuddering underneath me.

“Raphael,” she whimpered. “Oh my God, I’m–”

I didn’t ease up. I kept lapping at her pussy, determined to taste every single drop of her.

She was exquisite. The way she clenched around my finger. The way she moaned my name.

Raising to my haunches, I hovered over her body. “You, Reina, are heaven on my tongue.”

I pressed my mouth to hers, letting her taste herself on my lips. “Are you ready?”

Her hands wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer. Our gazes drowned in each other.

“Yes,” she rasped, her soft lips brushing against mine.

I placed my dick at her entrance, dipping just the tip of it inside and I felt her pussy clench, greedy for it.

“You want it?” I grunted.

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Please, give it to me.”

I slid deeper inside her, keeping my eyes on her face. For any trace of panic or signs she needed me to stop while fighting the instinct to thrust deep inside her and fill her to the hilt.

Her legs came around me, locked behind my back. Her back arched, her hot pussy taking me cock even deeper.

“Fuck, Reina.” My control hung by a thread. “You feel so good.” My eyes sought out hers. “Am I hurting you?”

She shook her head. “No,” she breathed. Her grip tightened around me. “I need you inside me.”

“Reina, I don’t want to lose my control.”