I don't know if there are going to be other parts of closer to heaven since your requests are closed, but if there is going to be part two could you write something about rafe showing the reader how to pleasure herself till she cums and then asking her to touch herself to see if she had learn how to do it by herself and then she has her second orgasm. I imagine a slow burn between them like him worshiping her body and taking his time with her before they do it all the way.
Warnings:18+,MDNI, masturbation (f), fingering (m to f), lil corruption kink
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You lie awake, staring at the ceiling and counting each crinkle of the textured fanned-style plaster.
You toss your leg over the duvet, feeling your leg slowly sink into the down feathers. Flashes of his fingers working on you coil in your mind, as the heat crawls up your legs, springing to life deep in your abdomen.
You slide your fingers down your legs, slowly peeling them apart, kicking off the rest of the fluffy covers. Your soft fingertips tease the gentle skin on your inner thighs, applying lightly pressured pinches to the sensitive skin. A sizzling starts from that sweet, sweet spot, rising up your throat.
“Rafe,” you whisper, trying to conjure his image overtop of you.
You wanted him touching you, feeling you. The sensation running through your body was like bubbles fighting their way to the top of a glass of beer. It was like your veins were laced with gasoline and just the thought of him caught them ablaze.
You slide your fingers inside your panties, feeling the cool air hit your core. You feel your mind swirl as you swipe some of your juices up, to draw circles on your clit, sinking deeper into the mattress.
“I want you to show me how you touch yourself.” His voice is gentle, but is laced with that commanding presence he has. Sort of like he’s speaking to the whole congregation with confidence. But, it’s just you and him, in this small room.
Once his words sink in, you gasp, eyes shifting. “W-what?” You don’t know what else to say. You’ve never been confronted with this kind of ask before!
He looks at you through light brown lashes, a flicker of teasing in his eyes.
Flashes of you touching yourself floods your vision and all you can feel is how your orgasm quaked through you just the night before. Now it was really hard to keep any eye contact.
“I-I,” you start, trying to avert your eyes. You knew it was written all over your face, but you desperately didn’t want him to get any inkling that you touched yourself to him.
“Or do you need me to show you?” he says through gravelly breath.
You simply nod, leaning back further as he makes his way to you. His hips are slightly pressed forward and your eyes can’t help but glue to them.
He lets out a small chuckle, “let’s focus on you first, yeah? I’m gonna show you just how good it can feel.”
His fingers dance up your thighs, your breath hitching, tripping over each inhale.
He gets on his knees and you peel your legs open.
“I already feel your heat, Y/n,” he says.
He skims your dress gently up your thighs, exposing your bare skin and for a second you feel vulnerable, as if he’s never seen you this way before.
“Ready?” he asks and you breathe out a weak, “yes.”
His index and middle finger trail up your slit over your panties, attaching the pad of his thumb right over your bundle of nerves. You gasp, shocked that he seemed to know your anatomy even covered up.
“Feel that, yeah?” he says through a devilish smile.
“Y-yes,” you say, quietly begging for more.
He presses the pads of his fingers onto your heat and the fabric of your panties stick to your core, a spot of wetness leaking into the thin fabric.
“I think about you leaking under me at night,” he says, keeping his eyes on his fingers dancing over your core. “It’s painted in my memory,” he whispers.
Your teeth clamp down on your lips, trying to stifle a guttural moan from spreading into an echo in the small room.
“Let’s take these off princess,” he whispers, swiftly guiding the fabric down your thighs. The cool feeling of the wood underneath you was providing a strange, albeit wonderful, contrast to the heat pulsing through your core.
“Just as wet as I thought.” He slips a finger up your folds. “Normally I would say play with your clit until you’re nice and wet for me, but seems like you’re already plenty wet.”
“Y-yes,” you say. “Please.”
“This is gonna make you jump, ready?” he says. He places his fingers in a V shape, placing them right on your folds. His eyes lock with yours as he pinches his fingers toward one another, landing a squeeze to your clit. The intensity of the pinch to your clit makes your hips jolt forward.
He chuckles, “mm, so responsive for me.”
“I’m gonna show you how good I can make you feel,” his fingers attach to your sensitive bud once more, drawing hard circles slowly.
You could feel your wetness dripping out of your core, begging for more attention.
He moves in faster, more frantic circles, before removing his hands completely. The stinging feeling of the loss of contact makes you whine involuntarily. A hand clamps over your mouth, embarrassed.
“It’s all about anticipation…isn’t it?” he says through a wicked grin. He bends down in front of you now, separating your folds once again and a stream of air is blown through his lips onto your sensitive bud.
“Oh my G-,” you say, cutting your words off, trying to ignore the fact you were still in a church right now.
“Please, touch me,” you say, sounding desperate now.
Satisfied with your response, he suddenly plunges two fingers inside your soaking cunt, making you throw your head back.
It’s incredible, the difference in how his fingers feel touching you. You’d done this for yourself before, al though not as much as you’d like, and yet, the same motions feel completely different with his fingers. They’re thicker, rougher, and they seem to reach deeper inside of you than yours ever can.
“That’s a good girl,” he says through bated breath. “Once you stimulate your clit enough princess, you just flow like a waterfall.”
“Feel good?” he says, slowly pumping two fingers.
You nod hastily, your fingers gripping the edge of the bench for stabilization.
“I’m gonna add a third one, it’s really gonna stretch you, but you’re going to feel so full it’ll be worth it.” You nod once more, nervous, as you’d never actually used three on yourself.
“Take a breath for me,” he says, looking up through his lashes, and you listen. The split second before the third finger is added feels like an eternity, until finally, contact is made.
He takes the two out before sliding three in at once and the sting is alighting your core. Your eyes squint in pain for a second and he stops.
“That stretch is big princess, give yourself a minute to adjust, yeah?” he says.
“Y-yes,” you pant, breathing through.
“Once you’ve adjusted, the pleasure will take over and you’ll be begging for more.”
“M-move please,” you say, eyes glued on his lips now curving deliciously at the edges.
His fingers move in a steady pace as the thickness of his fingers stretching you makes you gasp.
“It feels b-big, but its just your fingers,” you say, shocked at how full you feel.
“You’re already pulsing and it’s barely been a minute,” he exhales.
“When I curl my fingers princess, you’re going to unravel,” he says, as if it’s more than a hunch.
His thumb of his other hand reaches for your clit, applying slight pressure as he continues the deep slides of his fingers. As if carving upwards to your abdomen, he curls his fingers, massaging your sweet spot.
“Rafe, t-that’s so much,” you breathe, your fingers now gasping his forearms.
“Fuck you’re pulsing hard princess, let go,” he softly commands. With his words, you lose control and are thrown into a violent wave of oxytocin and dopamine.
“That’s a good girl,” he says, still finger-fucking you through your high.
When you’ve come down, he gets off of his knees, admiring you from more of an aerial shot as your sweaty forehead sticks with hair.
“That orgasm,” you mutter, shy of using that word so directly, “was incredible.”
“You’re going to show me what I taught you,” he says, as if he could predict the future.
You start to object, to feel the nervousness creep so deep into you that you back out, but the burning desire to touch yourself as his eyes are peeled on yours was too tempting.
So instead, you brush the hair from your forehead and start.
You trail your fingers around your inner thighs. You couldn’t deny the aching in your cunt to orgasm once more from this man. Once your fingers touched your slit, the thick cum coated your fingers, sliding down your hole.
You switch your gaze from your core to Rafe’s eyes as they stay locked on your core.
You tease your fingers up to your bundle of nerves, shivering at the contact.
“Mm,” you let out, feeling your previous orgasm lingering on every nerve ending.
His eyes lock on yours, “go on princess, show me.” His tone is vibrating as his arousal is showing. He adjusts his pants like it’s too tight.
You feel a burst of confidence as this gorgeous man gets harder by the second watching you.
You keep eye contact with him as you feel a smirk press your lips together. You place your fingers in that V shape, putting pressure on your clit.
“Feels good,” you coo, holding his gaze.
“That’s so sexy princess. How wet are you for me?”
“So wet Rafe,” you breathe, slipping one finger in. You smile, the aching feeling in your stomach quelling slightly.
“I want you to touch me,” you say, remembering how his fingers stretched you a minute ago.
“Soon princess, first show me how badly you want it. Show me how you get yourself to cream.”
With his words, you add another finger, and then a third. The stinging feeling is more muted now, the pleasure taking hold quickly.
“Three fingers princess, that’s how bad you need me, huh?”
Your lips part as you pump your fingers in and out. You slam your palm against your clit as your fingers sink in and out and you can’t help the poison flowing from your mouth.
“Oh fuck, Rafe, you stretched me out so good,” you breathe.
The sound that resonates from deep in his chest is animalistic, like he’s ready to devour you.
“I need more,” you say, your begging eyes staring into his.
He takes his balled up fist, biting his finger to hold back the storm of arousal.
“P-please,” you say, curling your fingers. “Please.” The last breath was drawn out as you watched his tongue swipe his lips.
“I wanna see you fall apart,” he whispers.
“I want your fingers,” you say.
“But you’re gonna cum princess, I can see it. Cum for me once and I’ll use my fingers, yeah?” he says, striding over to you slowly. His figure towering over you makes the intensity of his stare grow.
With the joint flow of your pumps and the rut of your hips, your spot is massaged into perfect bliss as your thighs quake from your orgasm.
You let out a belting whine as Rafe appears on his knees in front of you. Your high is still jerking you around as you feel his fingers on your bundle of nerves.
“R-Rafe I can’t,” you half scream in pleasure.
His fingers move frantically on you, trying to get another orgasm out of you.
“You can give me one more, right?” he says, and the praising tone makes your eyes fold into the back of your skull.
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