He grumbled, sinking deeper into the water. “Can I at least have a few minutes to recover before you start begging me to fuck you in the ass?”
I laughed. “Five minutes,” I teased. “Then I want to be spread open on that bed with my hole begging for your cock.”
Rafael bit his lip. “Okay, maybe I don’t need that five minutes after all. That mental image is good enough.”
We both toweled off and made our way back to the bed. I fell back on the downy mattress.
“Let me get these damn rose petals out of the way,” Rafael said. I sighed, shifting so he could remove the top layer and we could get into bed properly.
“This hotel isn’t fancy enough to provide lube, is it?” I asked, absentmindedly checking the drawers of the nightstand.
Rafael was already digging through the bag he brought. “Nope. Good thing I brought our own.”
“Sorry to whoever has to change these sheets,” I murmured before rolling over.
“Open up your palm,” Rafael instructed.
I did so, reaching behind me awkwardly. I gasped as I felt the cool liquid settle in my palm.
“Prepare yourself,” he said.
I blushed, then spread the lube against my hole, then inside. It wasn’t strictly necessary, since my omega biology prepared its own natural lubrication, but it was nice to have when I wanted to get pounded as roughly as I did.
And Ireallydid.
Rafael positioned himself over my back with a low, possessive growl. His cock lined up with my hole and I moaned softly at the pressure. He grasped my hips as he eased inside. The feeling of being full made me shudder. I leaned into the bed, feeling myself go limp with pleasure. My cock stirred back to life at the intrusion, and I wondered how many times I would cum before the night was over.
Rafael sank inside me with a low moan. A shudder tore through me. I loved knowing I made him feel good, too. Soon his cock was plunged as deep as it would go, my hole stretching to accommodate him.
“More,” I begged. My voice was muffled against the pillow. “Want it hard.”
“Like this?”
He drew his hips back, then slammed into me hard enough to make me cry out.
“Yes! Fuck!” I cried.
He repeated the action a few times, slowly withdrawing his cock before pounding my ass roughly. Every thrust made stars explode behind my eyes. My dick was hard and leaking soon, my balls tight. I pushed my ass onto his cock in rhythm, wanting more. We were like animals, rutting and fucking desperately as we chased our building pleasure.
The slap of Rafael’s balls against my skin and our mingling moans filled the room. It smelled like sweat and sex and roses. Rafael gripped my sides, possessive and intimate, and growled in my ear.
“I love you so much. I want to fill you up again.”
I bit my lip. As much as I wanted it too in the moment, I knew we weren’t ready for another kid.
“Are you close?” I asked.
His voice was rough. “Yeah.”
“Pull out.”
He did as I asked without question, but he was breathing heavily and I knew he was probably disappointed at the lack of friction. I rolled over, exposing my chest and belly.
“Cum on me,” I demanded. “All over me.”
His eyes widened and he nodded quickly. He inched closer, his fist closing around his cock as he pumped himself closer to the edge. He moaned openly, and I saw how hard and purple his cock was under his fingers. He was full to bursting, and I wanted all of it.
“Fuck,” he said roughly.
