Shadows danced in the wall of your bedroom, the candles flickering with your movements. The sounds echoed with your actions, with your kisses, eliciting melodies from the mouth of your beloved.
Rafayel held the nape of your neck firmly as you bounced on his lap, panting moans on his groaning lips. He held your gaze sternly, heatedly, imprisoning you within the deep depths of his gaze. His hips rolled upwards in tandem to your falls, strong arms holding you safe and close.
“Raf..." your beg was but a whisper, and the tilt of his lips was a firm unyielding conviction. When you tried to speed up your pace, he stopped. When you tried to grind down for friction he thrusted upwards. The frustration of chasing your pleasure and being sabotaged caused tears to collect in your eyes, a quiet whine leaving you in a desperate plead.
"That's it pretty," he murmured, voice low as he leaned forward to sit up, now chest to chest with you. He kissed you languidly, the exhale from his nose shaking as he held you firmly and tightly, trapping you in the confines of his embrace.
By the seven seas, he can do that all day. The soft touch of your hands, of your thighs against his, of your velvety walls enveloping him so snuggly and warmly. He surged forward, patiently taking the time to memorise the sensation of your tongue and lips, letting his hands wander down to your hips. He squeezed the flesh there, rubbing his thumbs over your skin and you melted.
“So good,” you pecked his lips. “You feel so good.”
Rafayel's ragged breathing hit the skin of your throat, and multiple kisses were scattered around your neck. You whimpered loudly on his ear, causing his cock to pulse inside your walls at the sensual sound.
“More,” he breathed out. “Need more, need you. I need you.”
You cried out a sharp, long-drawn out moan as he tugged you down harder to his cock. Again, and again, and again ── until you were leaning all your body to his, mouth gaping open and eyes rolling back to your head. He kissed you wetly and desperately, all teeth and saliva, lust and love all in sync.
“Too much..!” you whined. “Raf..!”
He shushed you sternly, tone palpitating with amusement. “It's just me, Miss Bodyguard.” He thrusted upwards, making you hiccup your moans. “You're too far away...”
His low voice dropped a couple of octaves, and your pussy clenched around him with urgency, reducing your moans to frantic sobbing. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tucked yourself snuggly against the plains of his chest, and let your tears fall with relief as you orgasmed, your pleasurable scream muffled on the side of his throat.
Rafayel cooed at your trembling form, holding you securely as your body was ascended with euphoric bliss. He nuzzled at your shoulder as he let go of his own inhibitions, cumming inside you with a moan of pure relief.
He kissed your sweaty forehead, cradling your head against his shoulder. Your sobbing softened but did not cease, your arms clutching around him tightly as if you were afraid he was going to leave. Your open mouth, your eyes half-lidded with ravenous lust, the pretty tears in your eyes. Strong affection bloomed in his chest, his head leaning slightly down to kiss your wet cheek.
“Good?” he whispered, eyes shining with adoration.
Your moan was weak and soft, kissing him with gentleness he doubted he deserved. “Don't let go...”
“Darling...” he sighed, his arms coming around you in a big squeeze, cuddling you close. You looked so vulnerable in his embrace, so cute ── his cutie.
Your cheeks warmed, eyes closing as your heart felt like it ran a marathon. So this was love-making? You don't think you can survive this flame, you don't think you can handle the way he touched you so tenderly, looked at you with such devotion you felt small in comparison, in all the best ways possible.
Well, your trembling subsided under his gentle caresses and moist kisses. You'd rather burn yourself in him anyways.
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