"So much," I admit. "Raffi, I…" I swallow down my confession. I don't want him to know yet, to really know how completely naive I am. "I want to make you feel good, too."
He reaches up to stroke my cheek as he kisses my forehead. "We got time," he reassures me. "Tonight is about you, sweets."
"But I want to," I insist, my desire to please him overcoming my uncertainty.
"Well…if you insist." Raffi takes my hand and wraps it around his dick, giving a little chuckle at my gasp.
I've never touched a cock that wasn't my own. My fingers instinctively curl around the warm, velvety hardness, and I marvel at how smooth it feels in my hand.
"Like this," Raffi says, his voice rough with arousal. He guides my hand up and down, the rhythm slow and deliberate. I focus on the sensations, the satin skin sliding under my fingertips, the slight curve, the building wetness at the tip, the heat radiating from him.
Raffi's breathing grows heavier and he leans in to capture my lips again. His hands roam over my body, igniting a fire everywhere they touch, and I find myself growing hard once more.
"Like that, D, just like that," he whispers against my lips, encouraging me. I gain confidence, varying the pressure and speed, learning exactlywhatelicitswhichdelicious moans from him.
I want to see him lose control, to know that I can bring him to the heights of ecstasy just like he did for me. I want so badly to bring him there…
"Does it feel good?" I whisper.
"Yeah.Fuckyeah."
"I like making you feel good, Raffi."
It's not exactly dirty talk, but it seems to work for him, because with a deep, guttural groan, Raffi reaches his peak. Hot spurts coat my fingers as he shudders beside me, and my own cock throbs in sympathetic time.
Then we lie there together, bodies entwined, exhaustion and satisfaction settling over us as cozily as the sheets.
I've never felt so peaceful.
I wake to the unfamiliar weight of an arm draped over my waist. For a moment I panic, disoriented in the tangle of sheets. Then memory filters back in—Raffi, his hands and mouth on my body, wringing pleasure from me like I've never known on my own. A flush warms my skin as I recall the sounds I made, the way I begged for him.
Raffi stirs behind me, pulling me tighter against his broad chest. His cock nestles into the curve of my ass, hard and insistent, and mine gives an interested twitch in response.
"Morning," he rumbles, kissing the nape of my neck softly. Then again, and again. "I can think of a few ways to start the day, if you're interested." One hand slides down to cup me through the sheets while the other arm tightens around me, his clever fingers teasing me all over until I'm fully hard and breathing fast.
I want nothing more than to give myself over to him again, to discover all the ways he can provoke me into ecstasy. In one night he's made me realize how tightly wound I am, how fragile my self-control really is.
But there's still so much I haven't givenhim. I roll over in his arms to face him, tracing the curves of his pectoral muscles, so much more defined than mine, as I work up the nerve.
"I want—last night you—" I falter. It's much harder in the morning light than it was in the quiet dark last night. But Raffi waits patiently, stroking a soothing hand down my back. I wet my lips and start again. "You made me feel so good. I want to do the same for you. With my—my mouth."
Raffi's eyes darken. "Yeah?" His hand slides down to grip my ass, grinding my cock against his. "You want my cock in that pretty mouth of yours?"
Arousal spikes sharp and hot at his words. I nod, beyond speech, rubbing wantonly against him. Raffi tangles a hand in my hair, tugging a little to angle my head back.
"Look at you," he rumbles, thumbing over my lower lip. "So fucking gorgeous, so desperate to suck me off. How'd I get solucky?" He seals his mouth over mine, thrusting his tongue in hard and possessively.
"Please," I gasp when he releases me. I don't recognize my own voice, wrecked and needy. "Raffi, I want to taste you."
Raffi smirks. "Since you begged so nicely. Sure."
He rolls onto his back, arms folded behind his head, watching me closely. I follow eagerly, straddling his hips and tracing the hard lines of his abdomen. Muscles jump under my fingers as I explore, fascinated by the way Raffi's cock leaks against his belly. But I'm a little shy, still. I don't want to make a mistake. Do somethingweird.
"You okay?" he asks at last.
"I'm just…I'm not sure where to begin."
He rubs a hand up my thigh. "Last night you wanted me in control. You want that again?"
