His hands slipped under her knees, lifting her body wheelbarrow style. He buried his face. He took one long lick from the top of her cooter to edge of her pooter, and Willow shivered in delight. Raphael licked her again, this time stopping at the hood, flicking at it with the tip of his tongue, playing with the sensitive button.
“Mmm,” she moaned, pressing her hips against his face.
“You’re right, this tastes...damn,” he said, using a digit on his right hand to test the tightness of the opening. He could barely get an index finger inside. He continued to work until he managed to get two fingers inside the tight opening, then he flipped Willow over onto her back. Double checking the placement of the necktie, ensuring she had it firmly in between her teeth, he jammed two fingers all the way in to stroke the inner clitoris as his mouth sucked on the outer button.
“Moferckinglickthatamanospusspuss,” Willow mumbled behind the necktie as her body shook, her hips gyrated, and a gush of warm liquid hit him in the mouth.
“Fuck me,” he said, standing up and yanking off the robe.
“Okay. Yes. I will. I can. Get it,” she mumbled through the necktie.
Willow could see his entire body. Raphael had far more muscles than she expected and was in excellent physical shape. Her eyes went to the prize and she grinned, biting down hard, still holding the necktie in her mouth. She yanked it out.
“Ham hands. I get it. Pork shank. Osso Bucco. Oh yeah. Let’s do this,” she said, sticking the tie back in her mouth, grabbing him and pulling the man down on top of her.
Raphael removed the necktie from her mouth. Gently he kissed the lips, attempting his first taste of her mouth with the tip of his tongue. Willow opened her mouth to allow the exploration as he positioned himself between her legs. The kiss deepened as he pressed himself into her, making a first effort to enter the private oasis. He pushed harder as he deepened the kiss.
She moaned into his mouth. Raphael pressed deeper, continuously, until he was completely seated inside the tight cavern. Willow had barely moved her body underneath him but once she did, he knew, everything for them would change. There was no going back from this. The connection felt as if he’d been waiting all of his life to come home and now, he’d finally arrived. He started to move slowly inside of her, withdrawing, planting deep, withdrawing, planting deep. He continued this for several minutes until he felt dampness on her face touch his cheek. Willow was crying.
Raphael stopped, “Willow, am I hurting you?”
She nodded her head yes.
He didn’t move.
Willow yanked the necktie from her mouth, threatening to strangle him with it if he stopped. She whispered a few other gems in his ear that nearly made him come undone. He never expected such a sweet woman to know exactly, and completely what to say to him, in the right order of words, in the right cadence, perfectly pitched to make a trained assassin lose his shit.
“You are so thick,” she whispered. “I feel as if you’re stretching me to the limit, hurting me and pleasing me at the same time. I’m crying because you feel so wonderful, touching me in ways I didn’t know I could be touched. Raphael, make my body react to your every command. Make this yours. Show me what it feels like to be loved by you so that no other man can ever turn my head or change my loyalty to Mr. Hoyt.”
In his line or work, when a challenge was issued like that, a man had to stand and deliver. He held nothing back. The parts of himself he’d never shared or given to another woman in his entire life, he gave to Willow. Open, honest, and sincere were the ministrations between him and the woman who wanted to know what it felt like to be loved by him. Midway through the lesson, she began to shudder against him. Raphael didn’t care if she’d had two orgasms already, he wanted the lady to have at least two more.
“Willow,” he whispered in her ear, rolling his body to the side and sliding his hand between them. His thumb rubbed the nub of flesh and he pumped his hips. She allowed the necktie to slip from between her slack jaw. Her body stiffened. Long, dark legs extended outward like she’d been electrocuted, and she went limp. “One more and this time bring me with you.”
He continued the assault on her body. His hands were everywhere; his mouth on her breast, his fingers probing, exploring areas he should not have access to, but she didn’t complain. Instead she went to work on him, flexing her inner muscles, clamping on, clamping down, squeezing. The necktie was jammed back in her mouth.
“Oh shit,” he moaned, blinking twice to stabilize his vision. He’d come to the end. He couldn’t hold on anymore. “In or out?”
“Whaaa?” she mumbled through the necktie.
“My finish: in or out?”
Willow was confused for a moment then she thought about the few pornographic movies she’d seen where the man spilled his hot seed across the woman’s breast or on her backside. That was a waste of good genetic material in her opinion. She didn’t answer him but moved her hips, up and down in a slow movement, then in a circle, still clamped down, still squeezing, and she flexed her pelvis upwards. Mr. Exit unwillingly squealed.
Willow did it again, and he found himself squealing once more like a piglet being chased with an axe by a butcher.
“What in the hell?” he asked and smacked her across the ass.
Willow did it once more. His jaw fell open, his right foot started to shake and his left testicle retracted. Raphael let go, shooting everything he had inside of his body into the woman. He pumped hard, holding her in place like the mating animals of Serengeti ensuring that no other bull could come along to take their turn with his woman. Strong fingers sunk into the skin of her buttocks, digging deeply and holding her in place as if he wanted his manly swimmers to find an egg to create a new life.
The necktie fell out of her mouth as she held him tightly. She started to laugh while she lay under him in post coital bliss.
“I’m going to have to change these sheets before Marla gets here in the morning,” she said, feeling the wet spots underneath her.
“That’s the first thing that came to your mind after all of that?” he asked, feeling a bit disappointed that she hadn’t praised his performance. He’d thought he’d done exceptionally well.
“No, my first thought was that in a matter of days I’ve fallen totally, head over heels in love with a man who will probably never love me back,” Willow said, “and then I realized that at some point, before Tuesday, you need to tell me what it is you do for a living. I don’t want to come across as an idiot in front of your co-worker’s wives.”
“Willow, loving you is going to be the easiest thing in my life I have to do,” he said, “and my job...well, I don’t know what to say about it.”
“Raphael, you just made me orgasm four times in 22 minutes. You could tell me that you were an assassin for a covert operation of the CIA and the other day you killed a man in a bathroom stall while he was taking a poopy,” she said. “Wouldn’t change a darn thing. I’d still be up in the morning making you waffles with sausages, perfectly crisped on the edges.”
“If that were my job,” he said, stiffening at the accuracy of her guess and leaning back to look at her face, “would that frighten you?”
“Honestly, you know what scares the poop out of me?”