Chapter 31 HER NEEDS.
31.
~KIMBERLY~
He stares at me for a good amount of seconds before facing his food again, as if he's not convinced by me.
"You're so full of bullshit, Kimberly." He scoffs, biting a small part of the pizza.
"What? I'm not lying, I've dated before." I splutter incoherently and scoff back, trying to hide my flushed face.
"I never said you lied. You did." Rafael shrugs, dropping the pizza and grabs the box of chicken.
"Wait, you don't like pizza?" I ask, diverting attention to his picky eating habits.
"The tomatoes are pissing me off, who the fuck eats raw tomatoes?"
"Well, I do, and they're fucking amazing, trust me."
Laughing, I pick up a tomato slice and push it towards his mouth.
Rafael serves back immediately in an insane reflex and shakes his head at me in amusement.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Feeding you tomatoes." I giggle, pushing it more into his mouth.
Suddenly, he grabs my hand and pulls it towards himself, Rafael launches towards me, with his large hands on my back, he tickles my side, causing me to move closer to him and in less than a second, I'm already a fit of giggles, trying to get myself out of his arms.
His hands are surprisingly soft and ticklish, setting my brain up in a dangerous spark that makes me want more of his touch.
Rafael stops to tickle me after he successfully snatches the tomatoes from me but his hand is still gripping my wrists possessively.
Facing him, we're now closer to each other, my bare laps nudging his legs and I regret not wearing something longer because of the way his eyes are feasting on me.
The sudden silence is deafening and sprains between us."Come here." He orders, staring down on his lap.
Hesitation evades me, because I want this too badly, but won't this blur the line that I've been trying so hard to keep clear?
But I already blurred the line the moment I met him, the idea of us as a fake couple should never happen, but it did.
Maybe the idea of us scratching each other's backs won't be that bad too.
Without giving it another thought, I raise my body and settle myself on Rafael's lap.
He let out a harsh breath the moment my core is pressing against his straining erection. A slow gasp leaves my mouth, knowing how hard he is for me.
"Rafael." I mumble, staring down at where our bodies collide and he grunts out profanities.
"You see why I told you to love yourself? This is how I've been around you." He bites out, pressing the back of my neck down to his face.
My heart swells in pride, Rafael Rollers telling me I make him hard.
His mouth smacks against mine in a brutality that makes my lips scotchy, but it hurts so good, so good that it makes my brain fuzzy. He grabs me closer to himself in an aching need, as if me being this close to him isn't enough.
"Fuck, Kimberly. You taste so good." He compliments me gruffly, digging his hands into my soft ass and grabbing a handful.
I start rolling my hips on his erection, knowing that it will make him more insane, a moan escaped his lips and he quickly squeezes my breast, kneading them against each other.
His mouth is still against mine, taking me, biting me hard and soft, as we both please each other in a way that makes warmth flush my veins.
Rafael pulls back from the kiss, panting, his eyes are dark and eerie in a way that consumes every pores of my skin.
He wants me so bad, but I wonder if his need for me surpasses mine.
Slowly, I feel the graze of his fingers against the soft swell of my belly, the edge of my top, he starts rolling the tip up, until I feel his cardigan against my hard nipples.
Rafael's eyes are still on me keenly while he unwraps the clothes off me like I'm some treasured present.
He passes the fabric above my head and drops the clothes beside him, our gaze drops down to my chest.
I'm shirtless in front of Rafael and he stares at my boobs like something he's been envisioning.
"Rafael?" I call, not knowing how to react and what to do.
Fuck, this is all just new to me and I don't know how to please him back because without his tongue on me, his mere stare is already satiating me, yet, I'm still greedy for more.
"I'm sorry, they just look so fucking good." He chuckles, staring at the two boobs.
My hands freezes against his because my breasts are one of my biggest insecurities, apart from the war going through my head, my boobs are one of the things people point out the moment they see me, including Frederick's guests, how they'd gawk at it lustfully and it made me hate it.
But this man right here? I don't mind his stares, I don't mind his compliment because they heal me in a way he never would have imagined.
"Uhm...thanks." I stutter, already feeling light headed, gradually, Rafael bends to my chest and latches on one of the fat nipples, eliciting a strangled moan from me.
Oh,God! What's that?
He twists, tugs, sucks, knead both nipples in his mouth, assaulting them in a reeling way.
"Rafael, oh my God." I cry out in pleasure, tugging his head closer to my chest, wanting more of his touch on me.
A groan escapes his lips as he releases one of the boobs and locks his lips on me again.
"You taste so fucking amazing, i imagine how that pussy you've been kneading on me dick would taste like." He grins in a flirtatious tone, cupping my pussy in his arms.
I moan, digging my nails on his arms as he rubs me through the fabric.
"Fuck, Kim." He curses again, with a swift snap, he shreds the torn shorts off me as if they're nothing but a piece of paper.
I'm now naked and Rafael is still fully clothed, I want to start putting off his clothes but I don't want to push my luck or stop him from pleasuring me further.
"Come here." He mutters huskily and drops me at the edge of the couch, he wraps my legs around his shoulder and dips his head closer to my bare pussy.
"Wow." He rasps out, grinning against me.
Wait, is he going to....
His cold lips against my pussy cut off every thoughts in my head.
"Rafael!"
I feel like skipping the next chapter.🙈🙈🙈🙈