Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 240

Chapter 240: 240- I Want To Feast On Your Body.

“Your wish is my command, strawberry!”

As soon as those magical words made their way to her ears, she pressed a kiss on his temple and then licked it with the tip of her tongue. That was all the encouragement, he needed.

He dipped his head, his lips meeting hers.

Fire!

Fire coursed through Marissa’s veins. He groaned, his lips moving fiercely against hers. One of his arms looped around her waist, his fingers digging into the dip of her back as he pulled her closer.

“I had been dying to touch you, Marissa.”

Marissa felt tingles raging on her skin, and she swore she could feel fire boiling in her veins.

That’s what she used to feel when she was with him. That was what missing in her life. Nothing could offer her the feelings and the sensations that she was feeling now.

No one could give it to her.

No vibrator.

No Gerard.

Rafael was kissing her as if his life depended on it.

His hands found her bottom, gripping the mounds, pulling her closer to him where she could feel that familiar swell.

She gasped and he took that as an opportunity to dip in his tongue. Marissa sighed, her hands wrapping around his neck as he pleasured her with his tongue.

He tasted good. As always.

It felt good. Like always.

They were panting by now. And then…

He hoisted her up and her legs wound around his waist. The dress rode up until her most intimate part was brushing against his.

He pulled back a little only to breathe onto her lips, “I’ve been waiting so long for this moment, love. Fu*ck!”

Marissa was breathing heavily telling herself again and again that she had done all of it with him five years ago. This wasn’t their first time.

The only difference was his eyes. His eyesight.

But then why it felt more exciting and more intimate?

Rafael attached his lips back to hers, this time taking his sweet time. He became slow, passionate, tasting her, feeling her.

She moaned, pressing the upper half of her body to his chest as he gripped her bottom in his hands.

He turned around with her in his arms, walking to the bed.

Marissa could hear her heart pounding in her chest. A gasp escaped her lips, as he licked a trail across her lips softly.

She opened her mouth moaning as their tongues touched. He tasted so good, and she wondered if she still tasted like strawberries.

She had been dreaming of this moment for the last five years and now when it was happening, it felt better than her imagination.

It was better than her dreams.

Suddenly, Rafael set her down, on the bed. Her body sank into the mattress as he pressed into her.

His fingers brushed along her thighs, sending shocks of powerful tingles to rake all over her skin. She was trembling under him, gasping as his tongue dipped into her mouth and swirled around.

Marissa grasped his hair tightly, moaning in his mouth. The feeling of his hardened length brushing against her inner thigh, between her legs until he was making more friction against her folds by rubbing it.

By now, Marissa was aching for more, burning for his touch.

“R-Rafael!” she moaned his name.

“I need to take this off you, sweetheart…” he tugged the spaghetti straps of her night dress. When she nodded, he lifted the hem of her dress to take it off her.

She was now wearing a pair of matching bras and panties. It was of the same red wine color.

“Beautiful!” he breathed, brushing his fingers on her spilling bo*obs that couldn’t wait to come out of the garment.

Marissa lifted her hand to touch his face, just to make sure if it was a dream or if he was there for real. Her heart slammed quicker when her fingers brushed his lips.

“If you would keep doing that… then… I… can lose my control…” he managed between his raspy breathing.

For some odd reason, his words caused fire, swimming in her belly. Her panties were drenched, and her heart was thudding so loudly as if it would get out of her chest.

He reached behind her and unclasped the hook of her bra. After taking it off, his eyes dipped to the mounds that were bigger than what he had imagined.

After that, he seemed to lose control as his thumbs tucked inside the band of her panties and he tore them like a paper. The tearing sound swirled in the air.

Marissa gasped when she felt, her body was exposed fully to his eyes. Bare for him to see, to touch, and to feel.

Before she could raise her arm to hide herself, his hands were there to hide the bo*obs by holding them, pressing down the peaked mounds against his palms.

She moaned loudly when his hands started kneading them, massaging them as if he wanted to play with them.

His mouth crashed down on her lips and started nibbling them until he let his lips glide to her jawbone, trailing down to her neck.

His breathing was rough and unstable as he kissed down her neck. Marissa shivered as he reached down to her chest. His lips replaced one of his hands on her bo*ob until they wrapped around their peak, sucking it into his mouth.

“You taste so good, Marissa. You are so beautiful…” he started tasting them one by one, “I can’t wait to taste you everywhere… EVERYWHERE!”

Marissa didn’t know if she should laugh or feel frustrated. Tonight, she wasn’t there for his tongue only.

Still, his words had a strange effect on her. She felt like he just licked her with his words. Her core was throbbing, aching for him. She couldn’t wait any longer.

“Due to my blindness, I never knew how you looked, but you are more beautiful than my imagination, little Greene.”

“I want to feast on your body tonight, Marissa Sinclair.”