His nostrils flare. His gaze drops again, heat flaring in his eyes. “Flight,” he says, but it sounds like a question.
“Later.”
He groans quietly, forehead coming to rest against mine. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Worth it.”
He kisses me before dragging himself away.
“The hell! Get your ass back in here,” I complain.
Rafe’s grin is wide. “Two minutes and I’m all yours.” He backs up to the bathroom, and it’s no use. I gently tug at my cock, watching him go.
“Hands off,” he shouts, closing the door.
I huff but do as I’m told. He knows exactly what I want: his cock in my throat and my fingers up his ass. The wait, though, is almost too much. Just the thought of milking him, dragging his cum out of him, hardens my dick to the point of pain.
It’s no good. I grab onto the root of my cock, willing my body to behave. I’m on my tenth round of counting to ten when the bathroom door opens. The shower’s off, Rafe having taken the world’s quickest “quick clean.”
A smirk plays on his lips, but my gaze doesn’t stay there long, too focused on his erection.
“You doing okay?” he teases, climbing back onto the bed and straddling me.
I grunt my approval and tug him down. “I am now.”
His mouth is on mine immediately.
The kiss is fierce and hungry and steals breath and thought. I slide my hands over his back, pulling him closer. His body presses against mine. Naked flesh, hard muscle, and that perfect weight that always gets to me. I wrap my arms around him more fiercely and groan.
Fuck, I love it when he’s like this. Horny and hard, rocking against me. His cock brushes mine just right, and I’m already leaking, already close.
But it’s his “Te amo” against my mouth that hits harder than anything else.
It’s ridiculous, as we tell each other regularly. But every damn time, something warm settles in my chest anyway.
“Prove it. Feed me your cock and show me how much you love me,” I murmur.
Because yeah, I want him in my mouth. Want to swallow him down, hear every sound he makes, feel him lose control.
Rafe smiles against my lips but doesn’t move right away. Instead, he licks into my mouth slowly, unhurried, almost indulgent.
I let him. I always will.
We move together in a slow rhythm, hips grinding, mouths fused. He’s not rushing. Not trying to wreck me in five minutes like he usually does. He’s feeling. Grounding.
His groan vibrates through me and pulls me back to the moment. “You want to suck me dry?” he pants.
Fuck yes.I nod and squeeze his ass, urging him up.
He shifts, and I take him in. The morning light is brighter in the room, giving me the perfect view of the need in his eyes, the way his pupils are blown wide.
“But don’t come while you’re sucking me off.” He arches his brow, knowing my reactions far too well. I love getting him off, and all too easily I get off untouched when he fucks my throat and I fingerfuck his ass. “Wait. I want you to swallow first.”
“Fuck, baby,” I mutter, already dragging him up my body.
His balls brush my chest, and the sound he makes tells me he’s as eager as I am. When he settles over my shoulders, I adjust the pillow and tilt my head back, ready.
I wet my lips. “Give it to me.”
