He shifts angles slightly, pulling halfway out before driving back in. The drag makes my eyes roll back. One huge hand grips my ass, spreading me wider. Deeper.
"Rafe—"
His mouth crashes down on mine instead of answering. The kiss is ravenous, teeth clashing as his hips batter mine. I taste salt and myself on his lips. Every thrust ignites sparks behind my eyelids. He breaks the kiss, panting against my jaw. "Feel it…every inch."
He slides one hand between us, thumb finding my clit. Circling hard. Fast. I fist my hands in his hair as the doubleassault threatens to destroy me. Pleasure coils low and tight, burning through the aftermath of my first climax.
"Yeah…build it." His voice is gravel grinding bone. He fucks me harder, faster, each snap of his hips shaking the wall behind us. My inner muscles clench around him in startled spasms.
"Come for me." A command, ragged and guttural. "Now."
His thumb presses harder, relentless. The coil snaps. White heat detonates up my spine as my body convulses around his cock. I shatter silently, eyes wide and unseeing, nails carving crescents into his shoulders. Wave after wave rips through me as he pumps through it, groaning dark approval against the curve of my throat.
He doesn’t stop when my tremors fade. His rhythm becomes brutal, almost punishing. His breathing hitches—sharp inhalations against my collarbone. "Gonna fill you up…deep." Each word punctuated by a downward slam. He pulls my hips tighter against him, grinding for depth.
One final thrust. He stills suddenly, buried to the hilt. A guttural groan tears out of him, shaking his whole frame. I feel the hot pulse deep inside.
His release still pulses deep inside me when he presses his forehead against mine, both of us breathless and trembling. Our hearts hammer against each other’s skin, sweat-slicked and tangled. He lowers me slowly, my feet barely touching the floor before his mouth finds mine again—softer, lingering.
“Stay right here.” His voice is rough velvet, calloused palms sliding down my waist. He lifts me again, holding my gaze as he lays me across the worn leather couch without breaking our kiss. His cock slides out with a wet drag that makes me gasp, the emptiness a paradox of relief and need.
He kneels on the floor, forearms braced on either side of my head. Gold-flecked eyes roam my face like he’s mapping constellations. One thumb traces the curve of my bottom lipbefore he kisses me so deeply I forget how inhalations work. My fingers curl into his shoulder blades, feeling the flex and shift of muscle as he settles his hips between my thighs.
“Slow this time?” The question huffs warm against my cheek.
“Yes. Slow.” My sigh melts into his mouth.
He slides into my pussy with infinite patience, burying himself inch by excruciating inch. Not breaking eye contact. The stretch burns sweet as honey, skin whispering against skin. My hips lift to meet him, drawing him deeper until our bodies lock together. He starts a lazy rhythm, rolling his hips in long, fluid strokes. Each withdrawal leaves me aching; each return closes the wound. This isn't conquest—it’s communion.
I arch to kiss the tight cords in his neck. His responding groan vibrates against my lips. One hand slides beneath my lower back, angling me closer. The other tangles in my hair, anchoring us.
“Can’t…” His teeth graze my jaw. “…get deep enough.”
“Rafe.” His name breaks into syllables—a chant, a plea. My nails skate down his spine, slower still.
He shifts. Lifts my leg over his shoulder. Plants kisses along my inner thigh. The new angle makes me cry out—drowning in the intimacy, stretched fuller than thought possible. Every thrust curls against some untapped deepness. Claiming without conquering. Holding without holding back.
His pace is waves eroding stone. Endless. Patient. Our breaths ladder together, ragged but unhurried. When his thumb circles my clit with gossamer pressure, it builds not a storm but a sunrise. Slow-burn golden.
“Still soft?” He wipes tears from my cheekbone I hadn’t felt falling.
“Your heart,” I breathe. His racing pulse beats against the hand I spread over his ribs. “I feel it.”
Our movement falters as reality unravels. Only heat and quiet and flesh remains.
The sunrise glow builds between us, golden and inevitable. My body draws tight around his cock, every nerve singing. He feels it—the trembling, the way my pussy clenches with each deliberate stroke.
"Kaleigh." My name breaks on his lips, reverent and raw. His thumb continues those feather-light circles on my clit, building the pressure degree by degree.
"I'm—" The words dissolve as he shifts deeper, hitting that perfect angle again. My back arches off the couch, pressing us closer. His free hand finds mine, fingers interlacing above my head.
"With me," he murmurs against my temple. "Together."
His rhythm stutters, becoming urgent. The careful control frays at the edges. I feel him pulse inside me, thick and demanding. My body responds, inner muscles fluttering around his cock in desperate waves.
"Yes," I breathe. "Right there—don't stop."
He drives deeper, grinding against that sweet spot with each thrust. The pressure on my clit intensifies, thumb pressing firm circles that make stars burst behind my eyelids. Everything tightens, coiling toward the inevitable.
