I could still feel him trembling, or shit, maybe that was me. I’d just missed him so fucking much.
“Rafael,” I whispered between kisses, and his hands moved up to grip my arms—not to push me away, but to hold on tight. I never wanted him to let go, and if I had my way, I wouldn’t.
His breathing was uneven as I ripped my mouth free from his, sucking in air as I kissed along his clean-shaven jaw and down his neck. I ignored the stiff feel of his collar and focused on the heat of his body through the layers of clothes he wore. My cock was so hard it practically punched through my jeans, and the only relief I was getting was the friction from rocking my hips up against Rafael’s.
I wasn’t the only one.
His hands moved up to my neck, drawing my mouth back to his, and I eagerly went, sucking on his tongue as I forced myself to memorize every single second of this.
This man was mine. He always had been, always would be. I’d had Rafael first, and if God had problem with that, He could strike me down right here. He’d never played fair, and neither would I.
Especially whenmyRafael was fisting his hands in my hair and destroying my mouth with his rapacious tongue.
Damn, he felt good. So good I punched my hips forward, finding and massaging his cock through the layers that separated us.
A low growl fell out of him, and that sound,fuck, I’d had fantasies about that low, gravelly rumble. Rafael had alwaysbeen so responsive, that stringent control only good until it finally snapped and he was close, I could feel it.
I nipped at his lower lip, sucking it between mine, before kissing my way up his jaw to his ear.
“You smell so good,” I whispered as I nuzzled in under his ear and tugged his shirt from his pants. “Like sunshine and the ocean.”
“Alessio…”
“Don’t tell me to stop.”
“I—”
“Not yet.”
My heart pounded. If it came down to it I would do whatever he wanted, always. But when all that met me was silence, I brushed my fingers over the warm skin above the waist of his pants and waited to see what he’d do next.
Rafael sucked in a sharp breath and twisted his fingers in the back of my hair. As I kissed my way down his jaw to those delectable lips, he met me with the same fire coursing through me.
He crushed his mouth against mine, holding me steady as he speared his tongue between my lips for another, much greedier taste.
I flicked the button of his pants open, and when my fingers slipped inside to tease the blond trail of hair that led to his beautiful cock, he tore his mouth free.
“I want to put my mouth here,” I told him as his head thumped back against the wall. “Will you let me?” Rafael’s nostrils flared as I shifted back slightly and looked down his body to where I was stroking his bare skin.“It’d be so good. You remember. I know you do,” I said as I pulled the zipper of his pants down one slow inch at a time.
Any second now, I expected a hand on mine, stopping me. But instead, Rafael released my hair and drew his fingers through the long strands.
“I remember everything,” he confessed. “Your lips, your hands, but this”—he rubbed the ends of my hair between his fingertips—“this is new.”
“And you like it.” It wasn’t a question this time; he’d already told me he liked my longer hair, and the fact he couldn’t keep his hands out of it was just further proof.
Not to mention so fucking sexy, it made me want to run it all over his naked skin.
“Touch it all you like. Pull it if you need to?—”
“Need to?” Rafael said as I got to my knees in front of him. “Alessio, we can’t—Ah.”
I put my mouth over the material of his pants, and he let slip a tortured moan. If he was going to tell me we couldn’t do something, he was going to have to be a hell of a lot more convincing than that.
I mouthed the material molded to his thick, stiff cock and wondered how long it had been since he’d touched himself, since he’d come.
Was that something priests did? Or was that last time with me?
The thought had me reaching down and pressing the heel of my palm to my own aching dick, the need to touch myself strong, as the smell of Rafael’s arousal swirled around me.
