บท 237: 237- Stop, Delinda. Just Stop!

They were sprawled on the narrow office couch, making out like two teenage kids. Rafael had never felt so complete and so content by mere kisses.

He never knew that making out on the couch when she was draped on top of him could be this electrifying.

Holding the back of her neck, he was kissing her luscious lips, and she was an equal participant. 

She was very much aware of his poking co*ck and couldn't wait to get it inside her.

"Umm. Rafael…" she moaned before pushing her tongue into his mouth. He must be waiting for it because he opened it at once, welcoming it inside, "You… taste… umm… so good…"

His eyes were rolling back just like they used to be, whenever he had this taste of strawberry on his tongue.

His one hand crawled to her ass and kneaded it. He wanted to get rid of her clothes right then and there, but again the same thought crossed his mind.

She deserved a bed.

"Marissa… let's go home…" he said in between the kisses.