June didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Of course, she looked like the culprit! Or in this case, the accomplice. At that moment, she regretted listening to his mother and not putting on something decent.
Something that would have hidden the painful erection of her nipples and the burning desire that plagued her. Nevertheless, she was determined to pull through this phase.
“I need water…” She muttered and stepped away from his infatuating hold. “Hot… so hot.”
June was close to removing the flimsy gown that clung to her skin while Rafael watched her like a hawk, jaws flexing and straining in restraint.
He was the epitome of self-control!
“There is a bottle of water in the fridge.” He said after what felt like hours.
June looked around in search of the fridge. She opened it and her shoulders sagged, there was no water in sight. In fact, the only thing was a bottle of red wine.
She took out the bottle with a frown on her face, “There is no water.”
Rafael walked towards her, the boner in his pants visible as he checked the fridge himself. He could have sworn there was something in this fridge. He didn’t even drink.
“You know what? Forget it, maybe the wine would take the edge off.” She returned to the couch, and opened the bottle, drinking straight from the wine. “Drink with me?”
“Except you want to warm my bed, I’ll pass,” Rafael spoke in a factual tone.
June felt her face heat up. What was it with this man and the intensity of his words? She cleared her throat, the familiar ache in her legs increasing, so much her heart felt full, and her body tense.
“Why is that such a bad thing?”
Rafael corked his brow at her words, “You are drunk.”
June was a light drinker, but she knew she was not drunk. Maybe a bit tipsy, but definitely not drunk. She missed having a man warm up to her and make her feel like a woman.
Even while married to Ethan, he had starved her of his love and made her celibate for a long period of time. Is it so bad she wanted to feel something?
What could go wrong if they spent one night together? He was her husband at the moment, shouldn’t it be his duty to cater to her needs?
Was she that repulsive that no man wanted her in that way?
“You are my husband.” She slurred, taking a big gulp of the drink. “Shouldn’t you help me out? Are you going to be like him too?”
Rafael raised his brows at her words.
She suddenly felt a whiplash of shame. She couldn’t help the feeling that assaulted her, it seemed like she was a pervert, begging for a man to pleasure her.
It felt like her former marriage all over again.
June dropped the bottle and buried her face in her palms. “I need to sleep.” She got up and muttered to herself. “Maybe I will help myself.”
Rafael held her back. “Where are you going?”
“The bathroom.” She pulled her hand away from him, “I need to be alone.”
Rafael wasn’t having it, “If you want to sleep then you should use the bed.”
June looked up at him with frustration in her eyes. “I don’t want to sleep in your bed.”
He led her to the door of his secret room, opened it and gestured her in. “Sleep it off. The bathroom is that way if you need it.”
He turned to leave but June caught him by the arm. “Are you leaving?”
He corked his brow, “I don’t think I will be able to hold back if I share a bed with you.”
June tensed at the rawness of his words and the lust in his eyes. Her body was hot with the desire that increased as he took a long good look at her.
“You should rest.” She muttered, eyes hopeful.
“Do you understand that if I cross this door, I won’t stop?” Rafael’s shoulders were taut and his body rippled with intention.
Before she could second guess herself, June dragged him past the door, got on her tiptoes and planted her lips on his. Sparks jolted between the couple until a kiss couldn’t cut it anymore.
Rafael dragged her flush against him while he explored her mouth and body, kissing so deeply and desperately they needed air to breathe. June felt her body respond so beautifully to him.
Her brain went on a joyride as she felt every inch of the man in front of her. His six-pack glory and ripped muscles made her mouth water. They broke the kiss, and Rafael shut the door behind them.
“Jump.” He ordered and she obeyed by wrapping her legs, and arms around him.
Their intimacy was closer than ever as she ground her centre on him, groping and kissing him until she felt her back hit the bed.
“Too much clothes..” June muttered and tore open Rafael’s shirt.
Buttons splattered to the ground, relegated to the background as she wove her hands through his naked body. Rafael returned the favour with lust-clad eyes, ripping open her night dress, and coming to face with her naked erected nips.
“Pretty.”
Before she could react, his lips descended on her, causing her to bite back her lips in a silent moan. Rafael took his time, kissing, sucking, biting. All of which drove her to the brink of insanity.
Soon enough, he kissed down her ribs, taking his perfect time until she was at the verge of begging to get some action down there. Everything was heightened and she was so sore, she could burst at the slightest intrusion.
Rafael placed a chaste kiss on her stomach and made eye contact with her as he hooked his fingers on both sides of her panties, dragging them low without breaking eye contact.
Her breath caught and she felt a wetness pool in her centre. Her breathing became shallow and anticipation wrecked her nerves and senses. However, Rafael had other plans.
With the pace of a snail, he peppered kisses down to her sensitive core. June took in a sharp breath when his lips finally made contact with her lower lips.
It started as slow sensitive kisses until he increased the tempo as he ravaged her, eating her like a starved man and giving her multiple orgasms with his lips.
By now, June wrapped her legs around his head, keeping him locked in as her eyes rolled back in intense pleasure and undoing. Rafael never came up for air once. He drank her in like an addictive elixir, determined to bring her to a writhing mess under him.
June’s fingers combed his hair as she tried and failed to silence her cries. Her voice hitting the walls as she moaned in ecstasy, uncaring and teleported to another dimension of haven.
Before she could ride out the third high, Rafael stepped away from her, with a powerful smirk on his lips. June felt bereft and crashlanded to Mother Earth.
“You… Why?”
Rafael stepped out of his shorts and his member sprang free. His smirk widened at the sheer shock on June’s face at his length and girth. She was suddenly worried, could it possibly fit in?
Slowly, he returned to her, teasing until she was desperate and ready to have him, only then did he plunge into her, slowly relishing the wetness and tightness of her core.
A guttural growl escaped him, a sound that mixed with June’s soft cries. United, they chased their high, him giving and she taking until they were both writhing and satisfied extensions of each other.
After multiple rounds of exercise, the couple slept, entangled in the sheets and connected to each other more profoundly.