explode.”
He gritted his teeth. “In a sec.” He eased out and plunged back inside.
Bad move. Wynona’s silky heat was more than Rafael could take. So much moisture drenched her channel his head nearly blew off. Her boobs were spectacular, nipples dusky, skin pale and flawless. He’d expected white curls between her legs to match her hair. She didn’t have any down there, her cleft naked, vulnerable, folds puffy and pink.
Argh. He wasn’t going to make it. His legs trembled, his arms were about to give out, and he’d already sweated off five pounds or more.
Ursula had never done this to him.
With Wynona, he couldn’t catch his breath, the room kept swirling, his peripheral vision was gone.
“Come!”
He rubbed her clit to keep her from nagging him.
She screeched. “No. I can’t take this again, dammit. I’m still sensitive from the last two times.”
And he wasn’t? Even his wings were super receptive to any touch, while his cock… One more thrust and he’d be a goner, deflating faster than a saint’s hope for world peace. No way could he give in so quickly. Wynona deserved the best ride ever, and he damn well intended to give it to her.
He grabbed her calves and hauled her feet over his shoulders.
She choked on a cry, coughed, and stared. “Wow. You’re better than the man.”
“Not yet.” But he would be.
He pumped jackhammer quick. The headboard banged repeatedly into the wall, creating a hellacious racket.
She gripped his forearms. “Don’t worry about the neighbors.”
“I wasn’t.”
“Good man. Please, don’t stop.”
Never. Not with her.
He brushed her clit lightly. She lifted her chin and wailed. He shifted to get even deeper and plowed into her with a fanatic’s fervor…or a man who’d finally found what had been missing from his existence. Someone precious and required.
She seemed so young now, downright defenseless, even though he knew better. She could take down a whole city at once, claiming everyone’s souls. Thank God, she hadn’t. Even Satan would have buried her deep and thrown away the key for having caused so much havoc.
Rafael would never have known these moments. Without them, how could he exist?
He thrust again, liking how her boobs wiggled. He gave her nub a few seconds rest and then got back to business, rubbing her quickly. She gasped, squirmed, and tried to pull away from his hand. Impossible. They were together now. He was in too deep and didn’t intend to change that.
She whimpered. He smiled.
Growling, she squeezed her cunt rapid fire around his rod.
He roared in surprise and stupefying lust but held off. Barely.
She fought her climax the same as he did, both trying to make the other come. A contest he hoped would end in a tie, with each winning. If not, he might be the first angel in history to die. His shoulders burned, arms throbbed, knees wanted to give out. If his balls and cock could have wept and begged for relief, they would have.
His sac tapping against her ass deepened his frustration. Every time she squeezed his shaft, he wanted to wail. He didn’t have enough air to do so. Keeping conscious was a monumental effort.
She tugged her own hair and swore.
Coming from her, the expletives sounded vaguely sexy. He got even harder.
She stilled and then yelled, climaxing at last.
Not a second too soon. Using a final burst of energy, he pumped savagely, sensing she’d like that.
She beat her fists against the mattress. “Yes, yes, yes. ”
He smiled at her happiness, gasped at his own climax, and bellowed louder than Stefin ever had, all control and respectability gone. Euphoria he’d never experienced barreled through Rafael, taking him to a place he hadn’t known existed. Sinfully good, decidedly right, totally perfect for them.
Woozy, he lowered her feet to the bed, sank down, and propped himself on his elbows to keep from crushing her.
Wynona’s face had more color than he’d ever seen. Her hair was tangled and damp,