Bonus Kisses - Freya Barker Page 0,51

getting dinner ready, without affording me another look, she needed some distance.

I took it as a good sign when I tucked her in the crook of my arm as we watched a bit of TV after dinner, and yet I didn’t stop her when she tilted her face up and kissed the underside of my jaw, announcing she was going to bed.

No need to rush things—or so I’d convinced myself—but in the lonely hours of the night, sporting blue balls I couldn’t recall having since my adolescent years, I wished I’d pushed a little harder. I much rather would’ve had her end the day in my bed, or me in hers.

In hindsight I wonder if I made a mistake, giving her space.

When I glance at the clock, I note it’s already four in the morning. I’m going to have to do something, if I want any chance of getting some sleep.

I toss back the covers and get out of bed, aiming for the bathroom. Maybe taking matters in my own hands in the shower will do the trick, but at the last minute I turn and head for the hallway.

Her back is to me when I ease open her door. I don’t give myself time to think before carefully sliding under the covers behind her. She doesn’t stir until I wrap an arm around her, fitting myself closely to her back.

“Rafe?”

“I can’t sleep,” I confess when she turns her head. “I can’t stop thinking about you in a different bed when I want you in mine.”

My hand slips under the tank top she’s wearing and finds the soft swell of her breast, plucking her nipple between my fingers. The little hitch in her voice has me press my hips against her ass. For a moment she freezes at the feel of me, but then snuggles her butt firmly against my erection.

I take it as the invitation I hope it’s intended as and drop my mouth to her neck, while sliding my hand down her belly, and into her panties, where I find her already wet. In seconds I have both of us stripped naked. With a hand behind her knee, I lift her top leg and slide my straining cock between the lush globes of her ass.

“Say yes,” I whisper hoarsely against her neck, as she takes in a sharp breath at the feel of me probing her entrance. “Please.”

“Yes.”

A deep groan escapes me as I slide inside her, sinking deep into the tight, warm heat. With only my hand for company for longer than I care to admit, the feel of her soft, pliant skin against me and the snug fit of her body almost has me come on the spot. I press my face into her neck and wrap her tightly in my arms, holding her still while I try to hold on to my control.

“Please move,” she moans, wiggling in my hold.

“Sweets, I move now it’ll all be over. Give me your mouth.”

She twists her head on the pillow and I don’t waste any time taking her plump lips in a hungry kiss. Slipping a hand between her legs, I strum her clit until she whimpers down my throat. Then I move, with short, fierce strokes, my slick fingers keeping up their friction.

“God, Rafe…” she mumbles, as she rips her mouth from mine and shoves her face in the pillow, her body going taut against me.

“Let go,” I growl into her neck, my hips furiously pumping as I feel the first ripples of her release triggering my own.

Taz’s heart is pounding against my hand and matches the racing of my own, as we both try to catch our breath. My nose is buried in her dreadlocks and my arms hold her close as I feel myself softening and slipping from her body.

“You are perfection,” I whisper, feeling her jar in response. “Let me look at you.”

She doesn’t resist when I roll her on her back. Her shining brown eyes speak volumes as they focus on mine. I don’t need to hear words to know she’s as affected as I am at what just happened.

“Beautiful,” I murmur, feathering my fingers over her flushed face and swollen lips. She arches her neck as I trace its length and down her chest.

Her breasts are full, with dark plum nipples, and I can’t resist leaning down to taste first one and then the other. Taz shivers in response and her hand comes up to trace my face.

Time doesn’t matter while we