He was okay with it as well.
Chapter Sixteen – Sham
A NERVOUS ENERGY COURSED through Willow as she showered in the bathroom connected to the bedroom where she’d been staying and changed into a regular nightgown. She’d made it earlier in the day when she had nothing more to do but spend time with herself. The gown was a simple cotton slip of material, but she had added a bit of lace around the neckline as decoration. She wore it as she entered the bedroom, tapping slightly on the door.
“Raphael?” she asked, opening the door a bit further and stepping inside to find him nude in front of his dresser. Blushing, she exclaimed, “Oh, excuse me.”
Willow turned her back to his bare form. The short stare she managed to garner was plastered in her memory. His haunches were firm and toned, as well as his long legs, which showed definition as if he hadn’t missed leg day in the gym. There was no fat on him, but he was hairy. The lower half of his legs, just below the knee, were covered in a thick mass of hair which lay nearly flat against his skin. The same type of hair covered his chest and lower arms.
“Willow, it’s not as if you haven’t seen all of this already,” he said, pulling a fresh pair of boxers from the drawer. He slipped them on, one leg at a time, appreciating her desire to allow him privacy, but it was unnecessary. Last night, he’d practically eaten the woman whole and had every orifice on her body in his mouth.
“Technically, I only had a chance to feel it, not actually see any of it,” she said, blushing furiously.
“Close the door and turn around,” Raphael said. He took his time removing the underwear, standing in front of her once more, bare. “Look at me, Willow.”
She turned slowly, observing his nude body. The instrument which had brought her pleasure last night was in a dormant state and reminded her of a little turtle hiding in its shell. A bit of gratitude flowed through her, thinking that he had a grow, versus one that was for show. She blushed as she thought of her sister who taught her such a silly fact about the anatomy of men. If it hung in a dormant state, then a man was a show, she said it meant when he received an erection, it would be the same size. A man who had a grow, you never really knew how big it was going to grow once he became aroused. She knew from experience that Raphael had a grower. Her fingers went to her warming cheeks.
“Willow, have you never seen a man nude before?”
“I have, once or twice, but the idea of last night, me and you, in that bed,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “You’re one helluva lover.”
“Thanks. You made me squeal, so on that front, maybe I should be thanking you,” he said, doing a full rotation, slowing to flex his left butt cheek. For good measure, he raised his arms Vitruvian Man style, stretching his legs wide.
Her nose crinkled as she asked, “What are you doing?”
“Showing you the goods. You need to know what you’re getting,” he said, looking over his shoulder and grinning.
“I got a hearty dose of getting last night. However, thank you for the show,” she said, coming completely into the room and turning down the bed. “Night gown on or off?”
“I’m sorry, huh?”
“Do you want me to sleep nude or in the night gown?”
“What kind of question is that? Sleep how you’re most comfortable,” he said, putting the boxers on once more.
“Raphael, you don’t desire to be with me again tonight?”
He looked over the slim body, the figure very visible through the soft pink cotton. He hardened immediately, looking at the dark nipples becoming tight buds under his gaze. She noticed the change in his body, which he touched, pressing the desire down mentally and physically.
“Last night will hold me for a while. You aren’t obligated to give me your body every evening. Plus, you should be pretty sore,” he said softly, moving towards the bed. “I think it would be nice to simply hold you tonight.”
“Or I could return the hot mouth action you gave me last night,” she said, sliding into the bed and rolling to her side to face him. “There are more ways than one to please each other.”
“Tonight, it would please me to get a good night’s rest. I have a dance tomorrow, a boy to threaten on Saturday, a boat to clean, weapons to clear, and a financial plan to write before Tuesday. My list of to do’s keeps growing,” he said, pulling the covers up to his waist.
“Goodnight then,” she said, sounding disappointed.
“Willow, I’m trying to show you that not all men are dogs and out to use your body as a receptacle for their sperm. Allow me show you how a good man treats a good woman,” Raphael said, moving closer and staring her in the eyes.
“Man, I have been dick deprived for six years. Four times, Raphael. I’ve never in my life orgasmed four times in a row even when I was doing it myself. I’m starving. Feed me. Make me your love slave. Train my body. Love me with unbridled passion,” she said, reaching under the covers to rub the front of his boxers.
“You and those girls are going to be the death of me,” he said, reaching for her while pushing his desire for sleep to the back burner.
“Maybe, but Lord knows you will leave this world as a man with a smile on his face,” she said, pushing the covers down and taking him in her hand.
It took less than five minutes to make him nearly squeal again, but he eased it back down and instead sounded like a cooing pigeon finding a bag of popcorn in the park. His toes splayed wide, his eyes shut tightly and he held onto the pillow behind his head hoping the pleasure would never stop. Tuesday couldn’t arrive fast enough to put a permanent ring on Willow’s finger and give the woman his last name. He returned the pleasure, bringing her to a lusty and satisfying finish and leaned back, feeling proud of his work. Yet, one thing bothered him. The girls mentioned it earlier in the day and he needed to know as well.
“Willow, do you want children of your own?”
“I want your sons,” she said to him. “Two fine strapping boys would be the perfect addition to the family. Our family.”
“Good enough. As long as there are no more pets,” he said, yawning and settling into sleep.
RAPHAEL WAS HAPPIER than a pig in slop when he came down for the morning meal to find a breakfast hash with sweet potatoes, onions, and apples, and a two perfectly fried eggs on top. There were also fluffy homemade biscuits that rivaled the ones his mother used to make. She did not include any breakfast meat with the meal and he didn’t even care.
“You’re going to get me fat,” he said, holding up his plate for a second helping.
“Then only eat one serving,” she said, planting a kiss on top of his head.
Karli sat at the table watching him closely. Daniel Craig sat at her feet also watching the man of the house. He felt the eyes on him and asked her and the kitten at the same time, “What?”
“Your mood is much better,” she said, smiling at him with those adorable eyes.
He didn’t know what the smile meant, and it made him uncomfortable thinking that she was thinking what he didn’t want her to be thinking. He grabbed for another biscuit and the jam. Willow moved to stand between him and Karli, breaking the stare off. She spoke softly to Raphael.