"Too fast," she managed to whimper. "Oh, God, what are you doing to me?"
There had never been this kind of need inside her. Amanda thought she die if she didn't get him naked so she could explore to her heart's content. She had fought her nature since being with Scott. They'd fooled around, but never to the point of losing control. With this man, with Rafe, Amanda lost control the second he touched her. There was no hope of getting her sanity back now. Not until he'd eased this fire inside her.
"Same thing you're doing to me," he growled. "Don't fight me."
"Does it look like I'm fighting?" Amanda clawed at his shirt, needing to get to skin, needing to touch him. To explore. To tempt. Whether she wanted to tempt him or herself, she had no idea. But she knew this was happening. She was going to take what Rafe offered and enjoy the day in his arms.
"I need your shirt off," he gasped. "Now. Or I'm ripping it off."
With a little squeak of frustration, Amanda managed to get the scoop neck unbuttoned and the shirt over her head without sending buttons flying. While she did so Rafe whipped his shirt over his head revealing the most exquisite chest she'd ever seen. Glorious pecs above a hefty six pack tapered to narrow hips where his jeans were low slung, revealing part of that Adonis belt she wanted to follow with her mouth. To Amanda, it felt like years of pent up lust was suddenly released like a geyser. Once released, there was no putting it back.
She unwound her legs from Rafe's hips. Unsteady fingers went to the waist of his pants, fumbling for the button. What her fingers were too shaky to unfasten, her adrenaline fueled strength ripped off. The button went flying but Amanda was able to push the material down his hips along with his underwear. Rafe gave a hoarse yell as his erection sprang free, pointing straight at Amanda.
Eagerly, she sank to her knees, sinking her mouth around his length without hesitation. He was big. Thick. She could barely take half of him, but what she lacked in ability, she made up for with enthusiasm.
"Holy fuck!" Rafe swore viciously. "Holy fuck!"
"Mmmm," she responded. If she could have grinned around him, she would have. Looking up at him, she gripped his hips and urged him to move as he needed to.
Rafe gasped before gripping her hair in both fists. Amanda thought he intended to push her away, but with a violent shudder, his eyes closing tightly for a few seconds, he held her to him instead. When he didn't move, Amanda tried to take more of him into her mouth.
"Christ, Amanda! Don't fucking move!" He sounded in pain. "I'm about to fucking come."
That made her whimper and her sex clench. She wanted to make him come. Needed it. She had needs too, but this was almost a compulsion. It was as if her entire being was focused on this on act. Rafe's pleasure. Nothing would stop her from this.
With a brutal yell, Rafe pulled her back, the pain in her scalp only fueling her lust. "No!" He pulled her to her feet, yanked her jeans down her thighs with her lacy panties. Amanda quickly stepped out of both her pants and flat pumps so that she was as naked as he was.
Before she could fully appreciate the situation, Rafe had wedged his shoulders between her thighs and buried his face in her sex.