WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS RATED M. EVERY OTHER CHAPTER WILL BE A T RATING, BUT THIS ONE IS VERY DEFINITELY AN M RATING.
"Jane, what are you doing here? I thought you were at the hospital with your family?" Rafael almost shouted above the ruckus.
"I'm going back now! I needed my abuela's rosary-It must have fallen out of her purse when she fell! And her leg is broken, but it could have been much worse!" I nearly shouted back.
"What? You can't drive out there, it's not safe!" He pleaded me with his big brown eyes. "Think about the baby!" The lights flickered and one of the doors flew open. The wind rushed in with a deafening roar, and next thing I knew I was wrapped in his strong arms as he effortlessly lifted me from the ground. His scent was intoxicating, his nearness arousing. As he released me, I saw the fallen chandelier to our right. He'd saved me. Us.
"O-Okay." I readily agreed, shaken. "You're right." As Rafael nodded, a utility worker came up to him. This was all happening so fast.
"Sir, there's a problem with the emergency shut off in utility room 6. It needs the master key and only you have it."
"Six? That's a quarter mile away! Okay, that's a two person valve, correct?" I stood there, confused.
"Yes, Sir, but all our guys are putting up the shutters. Is there someone else who can help you?"
Rafael ran his hands through his thick black hair and looked heavenward, then outside. He looked torn for a millisecond, then resolved. "Yes, I have someone. Go." He turned to me with his sweet half smile. "You can go wait this out in my penthouse. Or..." He paused.
"Or...?" I prompted him.
"You can come help me with the shut off valve. Then go wait it out in my penthouse. But it's a walk out there. It's not attached to the hotel since it was an addition with the medical suites."
"That's okay," I assured him. "I can help! I want to help." Rafael sighed and looked out in the torrential downpour and raging winds.
"If you're sure, follow behind me." Rafael grabbed my hand and held me close. We went out into the storm. The wind was howling, so fast and strong I could barely catch my breath. The rain was like needles driving into me, and I was immediately drenched and freezing. The journey took even longer thanks to my stupid heels. I couldn't see in front of me thanks to the thick sheets of rain beating down on us, but Rafael seemed to know where we were going. Soon we were in front of a small building, and Rafael released one of my hands to fish out his key. Finally we entered the tiny room. It was chilly despite the furnace, and Rafael struggled to close the door behind us. Quickly he pointed to a button on the far wall. "Can you hold that down? Please."
I nodded, shivering, and pushed it while he inserted his key into a box and pulled down a lever. His walkie talkie crackled to life.
"Boss, we have a huge problem. They've upgraded the storm to a Category 3. The debris is unreal outside. You need to stay in there until the storm passes. Don't worry, we have everyone safe and settled here. There's nothing to worry about. Copy?"
Rafael sighed again, looked at the door, looked at me. "Yeah, I copy. We'll hang tight. Keep me updated." The radio crackled out. "We're going to be here for a while. Probably until morning."
"Well," I replied with a smile "I can't imagine better company to be trapped with." A shiver overtook me, ruining my lighthearted quip.
"Cold?"
"Yeah, a little." I admitted.
He came over and enveloped me in a hug, kissing the top of my head. "You're soaked!" He exclaimed "And freezing. Wait. I know there's an emergency kit here somewhere. " He scanned the room, before seeing it in one corner. He opened it to find a single blanket, two bottles of water, and some energy bars.
I started to laugh. "I hope no one was planning on being stuck here for long!"
Rafael smiled. "No, just for a few hours. You should really take off those wet clothes and get under the blanket."
His cheek was cold. So were his hands. "What about you! I don't want you to freeze at my expense! It's a big blanket, Raf. I'm sure we can both fit."
He shivered, barely perceptually. "Okay. You first. I'll hang your clothes up. The pipes should dry them."
I smiled. I can't seem to stop smiling around him. "Can you help me with my dress?"
"Of course." He replied. Walking behind me, he gently lifted my hair and laid it over my shoulder. His fingers at the nape of my neck sent a little spark through my body. They slowly slid down my back to the top of my zipper. I felt his warm breath on my neck, then his mouth. Gentle kisses turned into little nips and sucking. I moaned softly under my breath. "Sorry." He murmured "Couldn't help it." I felt his lips turn into a smile against my skin as he slid down the zipper on my dress, heard his intake of breath as I let it fall to the floor.
"Oops." I said, stepping out of it. I turned around to see his eyes hungrily roaming my exposed flesh. "Blanket, please." I said softly, unclipping the back of my bra. He smirked, handing it over. I wrapped it around me like a towel, stepped out of my shoes, then dropped my bra into the pile. "Your turn." I said quietly, walking over to him and tugging on the hem of his impossibly soft, completely ruined gray cashmere sweater.
"Are you sure that's wise?" He said, raising one impeccably groomed eyebrow.
"I do. Unless you object?" I teased, kissing his chest where the V in his sweater exposed it. "Of course, you'll have to hold up the blanket for me."
His other eyebrow went up, but he obliged, his hands brushing the sides of my breasts as he held the blanket in place. Slowly I tugged the wet cashmere over his head, and he slid it off his arms. His wet body glistened in the dim light of the room, his smirk and tousled hair irresistible. We both looked down past his chiseled abs at the button on his trousers, and I blushed. "Don't worry, I won't look." I said softly, taking back control of the blanket and turning around.
While Rafael finished undressing and hung up the clothes, I arranged the blanket on the floor. Half was folded under us so we wouldn't be laying on the cold cement, and the other half would cover us. It meant the laying space was only the size of a twin bed, but it was serviceable enough. I shivered again.
"Hurry! I'm freezing!" I laughed, patting the blanket. Rafael crossed the small room, staring at me. The heat in his gaze sent a shiver through me that had nothing to do with the cold. Finally he joined me under the blankets. We tried laying on our backs, but his broad shoulders meant there wasn't enough room. "How about I'll lay on my side, then you curl up behind me?" I suggested.
He flashed that dazzling smile of his. "If you want to be the little spoon, you don't have to put on an act." He teased, wrapping his arms around me. The warm heat of his body was scorching against my cold skin, his breath on my scalp was somehow impossibly distracting. "I enjoy having you to myself." He murmured, kissing the top of my head. His hand rubbed my still tiny belly, then teasingly trailed to my thigh. I took a deep breath in. His touch was hypnotic, his scent arousing. Before I could even think about what I was doing, I turned around to face him.
For a quick moment Rafael looked surprised, his sculpted eyebrows lifting. Then a slow smile crept across his face. He cupped my face softly in his hands, and our lips met. Fire raced through my body, and I pushed myself closer to him. I could feel the hard length of him pressed against my hip, moaned as he sucked softly on my bottom lip. I ran my hands through his hair, over his broad shoulders, down his back. I wanted him closer, wanted more of him.
Rafael must have sensed my need, because quickly I found myself on my back with him on top of me. He kissed from my mouth to my throat, while his hand slowly went from caressing my ribs to holding my breast. "Oh, God! Yes, please!" I heard someone moan, surprised to realize it was me. His hands moved to my nipples, slowly rolling then with his fingers as his head descended lower. Soon his got mouth was on one of my breasts. The feeling was exquisite, every nerve in my body was alive. "More." I heard myself beg. "Oh, please more."
I opened my eyes and caught Rafael's gaze. Slowly one of his hands descended, lightly tracing over my panties. Another moan tore through my throat. My hips jutted up to meet his hand, and slowly he applied pressure with one long finger, rubbing back and forth. I could hear myself nearly shouting under his gentle ministrations. My entire body felt so tight and hot, and I couldn't stop panting. His mouth suckled on one of my breasts while the rubbing became more intense. My hands were wild, clawing at his back, clutching at his shoulders. I could feel myself teetering on the precipice, then suddenly my world was shattering, and I was calling his name at the top of my voice, shivering and shuddering with the force of my climax.
As I finally regained my faculties, Rafael wrapped me in his arms, gently kissing my temple. "Wow." I managed, finally. He smiled like the cat that got into the cream. His erection still pressed hard into my thigh, but he seemed not to notice, focused solely on my wellbeing. Maybe it was his gentlemanly behavior, maybe it was just the cold night and the warm blanket, but suddenly I felt compelled to return the favor.
I caught him by surprise, rolling on top of him. "My turn." I said, smiling. I kissed his lips, his chin, his throat. I kissed his chest, his incredible abs. Just as I started tugging down his tight black boxers, he stopped me.
"You don't have to do this. I don't want you to do this out of obligation." He was so sincere. I kissed his beautiful lips again.
"Don't worry," I said, licking my lips. "I want to." Then my head descended. I pulled the boxers off him, before admiring the length of him. I wrapped my hand around the base, tasting the tip with my tongue. Rafael's breath hitched and his hands buried into the blanket. I enjoyed having that power over him. Slowly I lowered my mouth onto his manhood, taking it as deep as I could go, before slowly bobbing up and down. Rafael's body was tense, his mouth open, his eyes boring into mine. I lowered my head again, trying to go deeper. He made a soft noise, and I loved it. I wracked my brain, thinking of what a romance novel heroine would do, then started moving my hand in time with my mouth.
"Jane, Jane, Jane." Rafael moaned, and I started going faster, deeper. His body became increasingly rigid, his breath increasingly ragged. "I'm almost there." He panted. I made eye contact with him for a second, before going faster. His entire body tensed, then he exploded into my mouth. It was less salty than I expected, and more sour. Still, I sucked it down, enjoying Rafael's tremors and moans. Slowly they subsided, and I crawled back up, laying my head on his chest. He pulled me into his arms, kissing the top of my head.
"You're amazing." He said sleepily. "Really. Amazing and unexpected. I'm so glad you're mine." He said as his eyes drifted shut. I smiled at him, surprisingly satisfied with how the night had turned out.
I listened to the storm outside. It sounded ferocious. I smiled, cuddling closer to Rafael and closing my eyes. Maybe we could do it again before it would be safe to leave in the morning. I think he'd like that-and I know I would.
I hope you all enjoyed this and felt it was reasonably in character. As the narrator said, "Jane was a Virgin, not a saint". Next chapter is Rivalmancyl Let me know if you guys have any suggestions for couples you'd like to get some inconvenient feelings, dirty or otherwise!
On another note, I ran the Philly Marathon this past Sunday, and at mile 21 I thought I might die. Then I had a vivid hallucination of Rafael saying " Don't give up, don't ever give up." Long story short, if you're going to run a marathon, don't forget to eat that morning.