Her nipples tightened further, aching with such sharp need that her fingers lifted to them, gripped them, tugging at them as her hips churned beneath each hungry swipe of his tongue over her clit, through the swollen folds, and lower to the entrance to her pussy.
There he rimmed the entrance with his tongue, flickered against it as he slid one hand back while the other caressed and played at the entrance there.
Cami felt her fingers clenching in his hair and fought to pull at it too sharply to remember that Rafe was attached to his hair and she really didn’t want to cause any loss of the thick blue-black strands that framed his face.
But God, it was so hard to restrain herself. The pleasure was streaking through her. It tore through her senses, wiping away any thought but that of his pleasure. Of the incredible feel of his fingers, his lips and tongue, stretched between hers.
She was only distinctly aware of the fact that he was preparing her back entrance, lubricating it by slow degrees as he drew his fingers back, returned with the lubricant, then repeated the process.
She knew what was coming. She knew what he planned to do, and the conflict rising inside her in regards to it did nothing to halt her pleasure of it.
If she decided she didn’t want it, then she would do something about it the moment she decided it. But not right now. Not yet. Not until she saw where the pleasure was taking her, how extreme it could become, and until she actually found the strength to make herself refuse him.
She couldn’t do it.
The pleasure was too wild and much too intense.
“Oh God, Rafe.” Her hips jerked as she felt the first finger press inside her, sliding past the tight ring of muscles that clenched almost violently, involuntarily, around his finger.
Cami gasped for breath, the alternation of pleasure and pain sensations exploding through her body with such quick progression that she couldn’t keep up.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned between her thighs as he laid another kiss over her clit. “Just let me have you. All of you, Cami. Give it all to me.”
Give him everything? But hadn’t she already done that years ago? Hadn’t she already given him her deepest heart, the most vulnerable depths of her soul? Hadn’t he owned that since the night she met him?
His finger began to move slowly, pulling back, leaving her body, returning, slicker than before, pressing back, and heating her further as the lubricant prepared her.
Cami could feel herself climbing that edge of sensation so sharp, so intense, as rapture teased the edges of her senses.
With each stroke of his fingers she wanted more. She wanted to feel that sharper, more exacting pleasure. She wanted each thrust to stretch and burn to push every limit of pleasure that could exist.
And God only knew why she was aching for it. Reaching for it.
“Rafe, please,” she cried out as he returned again with only the same thrust, though it was slicker, wetter, than before.
“More, kitten?” he asked, his tone strained. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
“You know what I want,” she moaned desperately. She could feel the desperation rising inside her, sense it beginning to rise out of control.
His finger pulled back, but he added another, increasing the sensations with its return. “Oh God, yes,” she demanded fiercely at that slightest edge of what she needed so bad. “More, Rafe. Please. You know what I need.”
The thrust was followed by his fingers spreading, stretching the entrance. The unique burn racing through her. But still, it wasn’t enough.
Her hips thrust back at him, writhing into the caress as she felt her breathing becoming heavy, restricted.
She could feel something wild and uncontrolled rising inside her with each thrust and stretch. It was like being locked, imprisoned, in a whirlwind of sensation so hot, so imperative, that fighting against it was impossible.
Her knees lifted further, her hips lifting and thrusting as the need for that sharper, burning sensation was tearing through her.
She felt on the verge of tears. She’d never been so desperate for a touch that she had no idea how to gain. For a caress she had never had yet sensed was awaiting her.
Perspiration gathered on her, burning, the hunger became so sharp, so intense, she felt on the verge of screaming.
When Rafe pulled back, his caress, his fingers, abandoning her, she reached for him desperately, a cry parting her lips as confusion laced her senses. She didn’t understand what she needed. She sure as hell had no idea how to attain it.
A second later Rafe was rising above her, pulling her legs over his, lifting her hips until he could move into place.
Lifting her legs until her ankles lay against his shoulders, Cami watched, panting for air as he gripped the shaft of his cock, bent forward, and tucked the thick, engorged tip against that tender, unbreached entrance with dominant demand.
Then slowly, his hips began to press forward.
Cami felt the flames erupt first. The burning sensation of her flesh beginning to stretch tore through her. Untouched nerve endings were suddenly, shockingly revealed as the puckered entrance began to stretch to accept the heavy impalement of his cock.
She stared up at him, her gaze locked with his as he gripped her hips, held her still, and began to rock against her. The small thrusting motions began to work his flesh slowly inside her rear.
With her legs lifted and lying against his shoulders, the angle of penetration enabled him to move inside her as he watched her face, watched her eyes glaze in mesmerizing pleasure.
The ultrasnug tissue of her ass opened and spread around the wide crest of his dick as he eased inside to meet the tighter, more sensitive ring of muscles just inside the entrance.
Pressing into it, he watched as she strained against him, her fingers clenching into the blankets beneath her, her back arching as she seemed to flush from head to toe.
Cloudy gray eyes turned thunderous. Her lips parted; lashes fluttered over her eyes.
He tightened his thighs, held her hips tighter, and then, as he watched her face, began to press past that final, clenched ring of muscles that began to tighten and milk the head of his cock.
“Rafe. Oh yes, more,” she moaned, her head thrashing against the mattress. “I can’t stand it. Please, Rafer, I can’t stand—” The erotic cry was both a protest and a plea as he felt the violently engorged crest pop through the tightened ring to sink inside the desperately flexing entrance of her anus.
Cami felt the sensations, wild and erotic, suddenly exploding through her. The excitement of the nerve-rich flesh combined with the erotic, forbidden classification of the act sent her senses careening.
She wasn’t just rising; she was being propelled into a starburst of sensations and pleasure that she had no idea how to process, how to handle.
She wanted to scream, but first she would have to breathe. She wanted to breathe, but first she would have to find the ability to process more than just the rapid flood of sensations racing through her.
Then, he added to them.
His fingers moved between her thighs; two pushed inside her pussy, burning the sensitized flesh there, increasing the bursts of ecstatic pleasure as she began rocketing higher, reaching, crying out for that ultimate release.
His hips were moving fiercely now, his cock thrusting harder, faster, inside the tightening depths of her rear as his fingers moved in quick thrusts inside her pussy.
Each thrust, each burning stretch, each gasping moan increased the pleasure that became so much more than pleasure that there was no way to understand it, no way to process it.
And Rafe was controlling it. The measured thrusts were pushing her deeper into the starbursts, tiny explosions erupting through her system. She was reaching desperately for release. She could feel it, just out of reach, teasing her, there, and then moving back, coming closer only to retreat.