Oral Care

Chapter 5: It Wasn't Enough

*** Evelyn's POV ***

I wake up dry from the alcohol I consumed and disoriented. But as I feel the heaviness of a slumbering body against my back, bits of the evening flood back. The warmth and ache between my thighs aids my memory.

I glance at the clock. 5am. I sneak from bed to pee. Rafael shifts onto his back, but doesn't wake. As I use the bathroom, I smile to myself, recalling his charming timidness in asking me to stay. I never stay the night. Stayed the night with Miguel and look how that turned out. But this is different, right?

I gaze at my dress hanging from the hook in the bathroom. I can easily change and slip out so there isn't any awkwardness. But the problem that I face is that I don't want to leave just yet. Rafael was pure fire last night and his boyish tenderness left me curious about how he would be the morning after. He doesn't seem to be the type to do this sort of thing often. It might hurt his feelings or ego if I just leave. And although I usually am not sensitive to my hook-ups feelings, I don't want Rafael to be jaded by our night.

So I return to bed, slipping back under the covers. As I close my eyes to hopefully snag a few more hours of rest, Rafael's warm body engulfs me from behind. His hands roam my bare body in a dreamy sort of way. I can't refrain from exhaling contentedly.

He presses his groin against my ass and I feel his lips brush the sensitive skin of my neck. His touch becomes harder, more demanding as he tweaks my hard nipples and sucks on my skin. Then his hands drift lower. He worms his way between my clenched thighs, seeking out the wetness that he is beckoning from my folds.

His fingers slip along my aroused center as I grind my ass against his thickened rod. I am greedy, wanting more. I twist in his arms and find his mouth with mine. Our kiss is sloppy and hungry. He loops his arm around my waist and draws me into him. His mouth drops to my heavy breasts and I hiss as he tastes my flesh.

I throw my leg over his waist and he helps me rise above him, my hot wet center soaking his briefs. He reaches up and pulls my face back to his, kissing me so deeply I can only sneak small, gasping breaths. I move my hips in rhythm with his tongue. He releases my face suddenly, leaving me dazed.

With me straddling him, he lifts his hips and yanks down his briefs, freeing his straining cock. My hands immediately grasp him and he digs his head back into the pillow with a moan. I start to shimmy down his legs, wanting his cock in my mouth but he catches me.

"Ride me." He commands.

I angle him and slightly lift myself to slide down his length. He kneads my thighs and watches himself disappear inside me, letting out a mumble of curse words. When he is fully in, his hooded eyes lift to mine and the look he gives me almost sends me spiraling over the edge.

I put one hand on his stomach to steady myself as I start to lift and roll my hips. Even in the dark, I can see the intensity of Raf's brilliant eyes. He grabs my ass and encourages me. "Yes, Eve. Just like that, baby."

He drives up while I grind down, our skin making a satisfying clap with every thrust. He trails his hands up to cup my breasts. "I can't get enough of this body. You're a fucking work of art."

I blush at his words. This man isn't shy about loving my thickness. Men regularly stare at my breasts and ass, but those ample delights are made possible because I'm not small. I'm not fat, but I'm also not going to win any beauty pagents or modeling gigs anytime soon.