fifty

                                    

                                          
Hallie's POV:
                          
"God I missed you."
                          
I returned Rafe's action of wrapping my arms around his neck, and he picked me up almost instantly.  My lips attached to his own, and they never broke apart as he carried my into the living room.
                          
I had been home for a few hours already, waiting for him, and after his plane landed, Tom drove him home since we had taken my car to the airport the other day.  It was already past eight now, so there wasn't much we had planned for the evening, except enjoying each other's company, of course.
                          
"I missed you too."
                          
I mumbled against his skin as he sat me down on the couch, climbing on top of me.  His lips reconnected to my neck this time, and I felt his hand come up and move my hair back in the process.  Rafe continued to work my neck, biting on the skin ever so slightly causing me to cry out, and his other hand snaked under my shirt, wrapping around my waist.
                          
"You were driving me insane with those pictures angel."
                          
I smiled at his words as my hands moved to pull his shirt off, "Oh yeah?"
                          
He pulled away from my side to take the fabric off, before giving me a smirk, "All I could think about was what I'm about to do to you right now."
                          
"Good." Was all I said and his eyes went dark at my words.
                          
Rafe wasted no time to literally rip the clothes off of my body after that, and then he pulled my chest up.  Our lips reconnected hungrily as he positioned me to sit upwards, pulling my legs forward to the edge of the cushion, and he situated himself in between my legs on the floor.  
                          
I felt his lips move away from my own, peppering down the front of my throat, through the valley of my breasts, down my stomach, until he got to my hips.  My eyes met his expression when he let out a cool breathe onto my heat, and I watched his gaze drop as he swallowed.
                          
"So fucking pretty."
                          
His thumb came up to my clit, moving ever so slowly, and I bucked my hips at the contact, dying for the friction.  I felt his hand push down on my thigh in return, and I couldn't help but whine as his eyes met mine again from the floor.
                          
As he opened his mouth, I felt the familiar finger holding his ring push inside me, the metal feeling even more colder than usual, "Already so wet for me, yeah?"
                          
I let out a breathe, "Yeah."
                          
Thankfully, he could sense how I was slowly losing it with the teasing, because the next thing I knew, he was leaning forward to attach his mouth to my sensitive bud, and his finger was starting to move at a quicker pace.  My hands went to his hair immediately and I tugged on the strands, knowing it would get a rile out of the boy, as I let my head fall back onto the back of the couch.
                          
He continued to work me up with all that he could, which didn't take much since my body was already on edge, and as if he knew exactly where I was, "Not yet baby girl."
                          
"R-Rafe."
                          
He didn't respond, instead he just attached his tongue back to my clit and his fingers continued to pump.  I felt his mouth suck hard against the sensitive skin and he pulled back ever so slightly, before letting it go.  That was when he moved up from my heat to my breasts.  As his fingers curled upwards, his lips wrapped around the bundle of nerves on my chest and I moaned out at the sensation.  I felt his tongue run over the bud feverishly and our eyes met.