Out of Focus (Love in LA #3)

Missed these kisses and his sweet words.

I’m not sure if this is practice, and I can’t bring myself to care because he feels so good. This whole thing, it feels so, so good.

He tugs at my bra, pulling it down, and just before his mouth latches onto my nipple, I stupidly stop him. “Raf, wait.” Immediately, he puts my clothing back in place, adding some space between us.

“I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry.” He tugs at his hair with both hands as his typical self-deprecating thoughts are no doubt running through his mind.

“No, I quite enjoyed that greeting; I’m only worried about time. Don’t we have to go?” I attempt to straighten my hair, despite how much I like it when Raf musses it up.

“No, I came early to spend time with you. Just you. But we don’t have to—I can go and come back later.” He’s backing up toward the door, but I can’t let him leave. I don’t want him to leave. I want him to stay and do delicious things to me. With me.

“How long do we have?” I walk with him, not wanting the distance between us to grow.

“Uh, couple hours at least.” He lifts his shoulders, and my heart starts hammering. I want him to stay. Surely, we can do something else from the list. Yes. The list. That’s why he’s here.

I start to unbutton my shirt, and his back hits the door. Wide-eyed, he watches the movement of my steady fingers and then his eyes move over my chest. I’m wearing a simple cotton bra, yet the way Rafael looks at me makes me feel like I’m wearing the most gorgeous lingerie.

Reluctantly, I turn and walk away, unclasping my bra and dropping it on the hall floor. That’s when I hear his soft footsteps behind me. He must have taken his shoes off. Always so thoughtful.

As I walk into my bedroom, I shimmy out of my leggings, leaving my thong on. I hear the rustling of clothing and items dropping to the floor behind me. Just the thought of Rafael getting undressed has heat pooling between my legs. I stop at the foot of my bed, and he stops behind me, the warmth of his body sending a shiver through me.

“You’re not cold, are you, shortcake?” I shake my head as his fingers trail a path from my wrist to my shoulder. He moves my hair to one side and lowers his lips to my neck. He nips and sucks, kisses, and licks until I’m melting into his hard body. “Are we knocking an item off the list today?”

“Yes,” I pant, his hands touching all of my curves, my soft spots, and finally landing on my breasts.

He groans, pulling me tighter against him. “Get your toy. Toys. Whatever you want to use to get off while I watch you.” His voice is soft but commanding, and before I can think too much about what he’s just told me to do, I’m already at my nightstand, taking lube and the same vibrator I used the night we had phone sex. He takes both from my hand and tosses them on the bed, and then he takes me in for the first time. With enough distance between us for him to see all of me, I suddenly feel self-conscious. My arms cross over my abdomen, my skin heating from embarrassment as my eyes dart to the floor.

“Oh, Charlie, we can’t have that.” He steps closer, cupping my face in his hands. He tips my face up and kisses me gently, tenderly. “Your body is… Fuck, I don’t even have the words for how perfect you are. Every curve, every dip, every rosy blush over your creamy skin… Goddamn, gata. I can’t get enough.” My arms drop to my sides, and his hands begin exploring once again. “These tits,” he says as he rolls my nipples between his fingers. “I’ve daydreamed of these ever since the first time I saw them.” He lowers his head, kissing and licking a slow, torturous trail until my nipple is in his mouth.

I moan as his tongue flicks back and forth slowly, my hands reaching for his hair to hold him there a little while longer.

His hands move lower, grabbing at my hips and lingering there, like he’s testing the feel of them in his hands. Then, his fingers slip under my thong as he pulls them down as he drops to his knees. “These hips, this ass, this goddamn pussy that has me so fucking whipped. Fuck, Charlie, I will do unspeakable things if it means I can worship this body.” He’s eye-level with my very wet, very warm center. “Would you let me? Would you let me worship your body?” His eyes meet mine, and I’ve never felt as powerful as I do in this moment, with him on his knees for me, asking to worship me.

“Yes.” Despite the intensely saturated desire coursing through every one of my veins, my voice comes out firm. He keeps his eyes on mine, but his mouth latches on to me, his tongue slipping in to toy with my clit. He moans, his hands gripping each of my ass cheeks as his eyes roll to the back of his head. With a final flick of his tongue, he moves his mouth over my body to my hips, trailing kisses across my soft belly, up my ribcage, over my breasts, and up my neck until he’s standing at his full height again, lips brushing over mine.

“I know it doesn’t matter what I think. It matters what you think. I want you to see what I see.” Naked and clearly very comfortable that way, he walks away from me, picks up the large mirror propped up next to the closet, and brings it to the wall closest to the bed. Turning toward me, he sits on the bed and widens his legs, patting the spot between them.

“Come here.” I move to sit, and he helps me, pulling me closer. We’re not quite back to front as I lean on his left leg, my right shoulder resting on his chest. He wraps his arms around me, squeezing tightly and nuzzling my neck. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to do. You can tell me to stop anytime, and I will. All right?”

“Yeah. I trust you.” Again, my voice is much steadier than I feel, but I mean it. I do trust him.

Loosening his hold on me, he soothes his hands over my arms, then my legs, gently tugging them apart as his fingers graze over my inner thighs. “Tell me if you’re wet, honey.”

Keeping my face turned toward him, I let my fingers glide down my body until they’re at the apex of my thighs. His presence is enough for me to be completely turned on, so I’m not surprised when I find myself soaking. I drag my wetness from my entrance to my clit, stroking and circling, my back arching with the movement.

“That’s it,” he encourages, reaching for the lube and squirting some on his hand before he begins to stroke himself. I gasp as I watch him pleasure himself. “Show me how wet you are.” I dip two fingers into myself, then lift them to show him. “Can I taste you?” I nod, bringing my fingers to his mouth.

He rolls his tongue around and between my fingers, moaning as he tastes me, stroking himself faster. With his left hand, he reaches for the vibrator, turns it on then hands it to me.

I flick through the settings, finding the one I like, then I lower it to my clit, just like I did when we were on the phone. I alternate between watching his hand around his cock and his face. He watches my every move so intently, like he’s committing me to memory.

His chin lifts, and his eyes lock on our reflection in the mirror. “Beautiful, Charlie. You’re so beautiful.” It’s nearly enough to make me come, his awed words. I turn further into him, pushing the vibrator to my entrance slowly. Rafael groans, bringing his left hand to my breast. I clutch onto his leg for purchase as I push the toy inside. I focus on his quickening pulse, his breaths landing somewhere over my chest, and how it feels to have his body wrapped around mine.

“Raf,” I pant as we find our rhythm. I’m so on edge already; I know it won’t take much.

“Yeah, honey. I’m right here.” He lowers his lips to my shoulder, biting lightly, then soothing the bite with kisses. “You look so good fucking yourself. You should see yourself, Charlie, dripping for me and so fucking needy for my cock that you probably use this toy every night, don’t you?” Crap, how does he know?

“Yes. I use this every night and think of you.” Traitorous mouth. I close my eyes and focus on the sensations.