Page 37 of Rio (Knight Empire #3)

RAQUEL

I stripped down, and I’m only wearing my bra and tank, in front of Rio. I’m completely naked from the waist down.

A part of it is me needing to push the boundaries.

I want to see how far he goes, because we both want this.

We’re stuck together tonight, and the truth is, I was uncomfortable in my shorts and I would have taken them off had he not turned up.

I held out as long as I could, but I saw the hunger in his eyes as he looked at me and now that fate has thrown us together again, maybe I should heed what it’s trying to tell me.

I’m a woman with a healthy appetite; it’s my inability to trust that causes problems and makes me hold back. But when there’s something I want, I go for it.

With Rio I’ve held back because it scares me just how perfect he could be for me, despite who he is. Now he’s here. He came looking for me, and he probably saved my life.

Maybe this was meant to be. I don’t know if we’ll ever get another chance like this again, and we’ve had a fair few already.

So I decided to make the first move. Even though he’s charming, flirtatious and cocky, and he gives off dangerous vibes with the way he struts around, he’s a gentleman at heart. He’d never make the first move.

So, I had to.

I peeled off my shorts and my panties because I was desperate for him to see me, and when he looked tortured enough, I knelt back on the floor so he couldn’t see much. Just enough to tease him. Sure enough, he announces that his pants are feeling tight on him too.

I tell him to take them off.

It’s like we’re daring each other slowly. Inching forward in this slow tango of ours that started on that hot night in S?o Paulo. He kicks off his sneakers, then takes off his shorts, and then his boxer briefs.

I let out a small moan. The flickering lamplight illuminates his breathlessly large cock, which promptly springs to attention now that it’s free. I reach for him, my thumb stroking his slick tip, as I watch his face contort in pleasure.

A shiver darts through me. I feel a slickness between my legs.

All I want to do is take him in my mouth and suck long and hard, the way I’ve dreamt about for months. He met my challenge. He’s completely naked now, as he sits down beside me.

“It’s always a stripping game with us, isn’t it, princesa?”

“Seems to be.”

“And yet you’re still wearing something,” he murmurs.

That’s all it takes.

Lifting my arms, I peel off my tank top, then, with my eyes fixed on him, I unhook my bra from behind. The instant relief makes me sigh. Rio lunges forward, his mouth closing over my breast like he’s been starving for it. He groans as he sucks greedily.

The first pull of his mouth makes my breath hitch, and when a low, greedy rasp rumbles from him, vibrating against my skin, heat surges through me. My fingers tangle in the thick, dark tufts of his hair, and I grip just enough to tell him I like this. That I want more.

The more he sucks, the wetter, hotter, more undone I feel.

He shifts, his free hand sliding up to my other breast. His palm curves over it, full and warm, kneading gently before teasing my nipple between his fingers.

They’re full, perfectly rounded, and high; I’ve always been proud of them, but seeing the way his eyes darken—seeing the way he worships them, makes me desperate for more. I need all of him.

“Fuck, I needed that.” He doesn’t even look up at me, he’s so mesmerized, and then he latches onto my other breast and sucks—teasing my nipple over his teeth, biting just enough to make me gasp.

I arch into him, tugging his hair, desperate for him to take more, to claim more. I’m so hot, so turned on, and have been for so long now, that when his hand slides between my legs, a low, primal noise rumbles from deep in his chest, like a man about to go wild on me.

“Raquel …” I love the way he says my name, like he needs me, like he’s desperate for me.

He’s working both his hands; one tweak my nipple while the other slides over my folds.

He sucks hungrily at my breast, and it’s the most exquisite sensation, being taken care of like this.

Pleasure shoots through my veins, and I let out a low moan.

I’m so wet, dripping with want. I reach for his cock, and give it a gentle tug before sliding my thumb around the wet tip.

He shudders in approval, stiffening some more, then he groans, low and feral.

He’s loving this. He’s loving this a lot .

My fingers wrap around him, and I stroke his cock, stopping every now and then to slide my thumb along his wet tip.

He jerks involuntarily. I love that I can make him feel this.

We stay like that, giving and receiving pleasure simultaneously, but when his fingers hook inside me, a wave of pleasure darts me and I stop, letting it pulse, while I pant slowly, trying to not come undone so fast. I’ve been so wound up with frustration over this man, and now I’m so close to coming, embarrassingly so.

“So soon, princesa?” His teasing voice is a whisper in my ear.

“More,” I gasp.

He slides in another finger, and I cry out, bucking against his hand. I’m so slippery, and there isn’t the friction I so desperately crave.

“I want to … come,” I pant, trying not to fall apart so quickly. The floor is hard. We’re on our knees, him slightly bent over, his mouth suctioned to my breast while he fingers me beautifully.

His tongue slides over my lips, and I gasp, wanting more.

It’s slow, and lazy, yet heat flames my skin, and I want more than just this.

His cock pokes into my stomach, tempting and teasing, as if it’s trying to find its way to my wetness.

In this position, I could so easily have him slide inside me.

Make him lie down so I could straddle him and ride him, but the floor is dirty and hard.

His gaze locks onto mine. It’s like we’re both thinking the same thing.

“I don’t have a condom.”

“Oh.” Disappointment crushes me.

“But there are plenty of other things we can do.”

“Oh.”

He guides me down, so that we’re lying on our sides, propped up on our elbows, facing one another. I barely have time to adjust and slide my hand over his chest when his greedy fingers slide over my folds and slip back inside me. I shiver involuntarily, before reaching for his cock.

We kiss again. It feels perfect. His fingers inside me, while mine are wrapped around his length.

Inside this hut, we’re lost in something deep and sensual, while outside a storm rips around us.

We’re cocooned in our lust hazed heaven.

Deep in a kiss, he murmurs against my mouth.

I sigh appreciatively, my body amped high, savoring the ways his fingers slide in and out of me, but something is missing.

I need more than his fingers to give me the pleasure I so desperately crave.

“Sit on my face,” he says suddenly. His directness shocks me, and I blink.

He looks pleased, probably because he’s managed to shock me.

Without giving me time to think about it, he stretches out on the floor.

The blanket isn’t big enough to accommodate his body and from the knees down, he’s touching the floor.

“You don’t feel comfortable?” he asks, sensing my hesitation. His fingers tweak my nipple, causing a ripple of pleasure to shoot through me. “Have I shocked you?”

“Not shocked,” I reply, sitting up, twisting towards him, staring at the temptation that is his glistening, throbbing cock. I lick my lower lip and consider bending over and sliding it slowly into my mouth.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warns. “I want to bury my face in your pussy.”

The thought of him doing that makes me want it even more.

“Turn around, on all fours, over me,” he commands.

When I hesitate, he tells me how to move and position myself exactly as he wants me.

“That’s it, princesa.” His hands skate over my bottom, appreciatively, examining, feeling, almost like he’s holding a peach and trying to assess its taste.

I feel vulnerable, like he can see me from an angle that exposes everything. I’m grateful for the subdued lighting.

“That’s perfect.” His voice turns gravelly, like he’s consumed by a hunger that needs to be sated. “Down a bit.” He gently adjusts my hips, and my pussy is exposed and wide open for him, just inches above his face.

He’s lying down and, with my head lowered, I’m inches from his glistening, engorged cock. Burning with need, every nerve buzzing with desire. I don’t care the floor is dirty, that the storm is unleashing Armageddon outside. I don’t even care that the tin roof could cave in.

My mouth waters for a taste of him, and I lower my face, sliding my lips over his glistening engorged cock, and swallowing him slowly.

As I begin to savor the feel and taste of him, something soft and wet laps at my folds. He moans, starts guzzling like he’s drinking nectar, adjusting me, angling my hips as he buries his face deeper.

His face buries deeper, making noises that tell me he’s enjoying this. Like he’s feasting on something delicious and satisfying. “You taste so fucking good,” he rasps, taking a breather before diving lapping up my arousal again.

I groan loudly as the pleasure hits, as his tongue laves over me, as he sucks my clit. I jerk, feeling on edge, ready to lose myself completely. It takes a few seconds before I start to suck him slowly again, giving him my complete attention.

This is bliss. I’m being taken care of while I’m taking care of him.

The lamp casts long shadows over us. It’s quiet, except our sounds and sighs.

He speeds up, sliding in another finger, thrusting hard, such a contrast to when his soft tongue latches to my pussy.

He’s good, so skilled, and he knows exactly where to touch me and how.

He’s gentle, and rough, and I have never experienced so much pleasure, and so much feeling, like this before.

I throw my head back, unable to contain the wave of pleasure I’m caught up on.

He doesn’t let me go, his mouth still latched on to me, tweaking my clit, making me jerk and shudder as my orgasm rips through me.

My ragged breath is all I hear. I lower my head again as I remember that I haven’t finished taking care of him.

He’s still hard when my mouth slides over him again. I suck him harder, and it doesn’t take long. In fact, he takes me by surprise, how quickly he comes in my mouth. I swallow it all.

For a few minutes, we stay like that, our bodies pulsing, hearts thumping. Slowly, I move off him, wiping my mouth as I turn around to look at him.

“Was that good, princesa?”

Was that good? He’s fishing for a compliment. “It’ll do, for now.”

His eyes widen. His lips part. “I’ll see what I can do next time.”

I smile then, because I feel ridiculously happy. Then I do something even more risqué. I lie down beside him, snuggling up against him, tucking myself into his chest, as he wraps his arm around me.

We lie our breaths slowly calming down, naked and hot, on the uncomfortable floor, listening to the storm wreaking havoc outside.