Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 241

Chapter 241: 241- Buried Inside Her

Feast on her body!

Marissa Sinclair!

Those magical words for her.

He again called by that name.

Rafael’s eyes rolled down her body until they halted at the throbbing flash between her thighs.

“You are soaking wet, sweetheart,” Marissa could see the fiery desire flashing in his eyes, making her toes curl into the sheets.

His hands left her boobs, and one of the hands traveled down over her skin slowly. When he touched her sensitive spot, Marissa felt herself burning with thousands of trickling tingles.

She arched her back off the bed when his hands parted her thighs. She opened to him slowly like a newly bloomed flower. His eyes were feasting on her wet folds until he slid down to taste that part of her body.

Marissa had thought that she would not encourage him to use his mouth there, as he had already done that.

But the moment his tongue darted out to touch her and taste her, she almost jumped off the bed, moaning his name, “Rafael!”

Rafael chuckled against her, “Liking it, love?”

She wasn’t able to answer him. The touch was too tender. A part inside her, wanted him to continue the tease while the other part wanted his tongue to be replaced by something else.

“I’m tasting what’s mine,” he murmured near her core, and she felt his words vibrating along her body.

“Oh, my God, Rafael!” she squealed as he kept licking her sensitive area, moving his tongue expertly as if he couldn’t get enough of her.

“Yes. Oh yes….” She moaned, pushing her bottom lip between her teeth to bite it.

Her stomach cramped with desire; the heat was enough to melt her under him. They were burning together and as always, he was busy making her happy.

Marissa couldn’t wait to feel him deep inside her.

She had been dreaming about this for so long and wasn’t the only one who fantasized about this. But then a gasp escaped her lips when she felt his tongue replaced by his finger.

“Relax, love. I need to get you ready for me. I don’t want to hurt you,” Marissa tried to relax her muscles.

He was treating her as if she was a vir*gin.

The finger was moving at a dangerously fast speed and Marissa could feel the insides of her lower belly curling. That familiar sensation, which used to bring her joy whenever they got close.

The climax hit her making her shudder, trembling as she recalled his name over and over again.

He crawled up, kissing her stomach, and his lips made their way up. Kissing her hard on her lips, he used his thumb and forefinger to hold the mound of one of her brea*sts.

“I remember these. How can I forget them? Nobody can have such a beautiful, and gorgeous body as you,” his mouth exerted some more pressure on her lips, and when he parted, they both were breathless, “They fit perfectly into my hands.”

He moved down to suck the other mound. He was becoming addicted to them. He was becoming addicted to Marissa Sinclair.

Marissa shivered, her chest rising and falling, her skin dotting with little goosebumps as she consumed every bit of pleasure, he was giving her.

She moaned again her arms wrapping around his neck, drawing him closer.

He kissed her for the longest, branding her until she could remember the taste of his lips.

When he pulled away, it was only to remove the wrapped towel around his waist. Now he was standing at the edge of the bed, facing her with his powerful naked body.

He turned and picked up something from the nightstand. Marissa realized it was a condom.

“I … I want you not to use this…” she said shyly, and he stopped.

“A-Are you sure, honey?”

She nodded with a smile. They both were now sure that they were married to each other. They had accepted each other.

“What if…” he hesitated before continuing but she quickly held his hand, “Please. I want to feel you without a rubber.”

Marissa’s heart raced, the blood rushing to her ears as she gawked at the sight of him. He came to join her quickly, “Marissa…” he moaned, holding his weight using his elbows.

Marissa shuddered when felt him rubbing his tip against her. She wrapped her legs around his narrow hips, raking her nails down his back. His muscles stiffened.

“After such a long time…” he whispered, “I missed you so much…” Before she could tell him that she missed him too, she felt him entering her gradually.

Inch by inch.

Her lips parted, gasping at the way he pushed forward, trying to make it as gentle as possible. After reaching halfway, he stopped.

He kissed her briefly, before pushing all the way in.

God! She was wrong if she thought her vibrator was doing the job.

He filled her and she could feel her tears brimming her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he seemed to get panicked, “Are you hurt? Am I hurting you?”

Marissa shook her head with a giggle, “No, silly. You aren’t hurting me.”

Rafael nodded, instilled inside her, pulsing and hot.

Marissa wasn’t in pain, she was just being emotional. The face that used to hover above her in the past, belonged to a blind man.

This one had eyes, and he couldn’t seem to move his eyes off her face.

His nose brushed against hers, his eyes penetrative through her face as she smiled.

“I … I’m not in pain… it’s just … I’m not used to ….”

“I know,” he gritted his teeth and could feel his control snapping, “I can’t see you in pain.”

Marissa’s heart softened as she cupped his cheek, “This pain is nothing. I can walk through the fires of hell for you,” he turned his face and kissed her palm, “Don’t worry, Rafael. I can handle the pain,” She whispered, lifting her mouth to brush her lips against his.

He kissed her back, the warmth of his mouth on hers, the warmth of his body as he buried himself inside her.