“You are so fucking gorgeous like this,” he murmurs, running a hand down my torso, rubbing at the drops of precome that have fallen onto my stomach, and then lightly stroking me until I’m gasping.
“Okay, okay, okay,” I say, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling him down into a kiss.
“Okay,” he says, smiling. “You stop me if—”
“God damn it, I know!”
Rafe smiles. He reaches down and guides his dick to my opening, just resting there for a minute.
“Push out,” he whispers against my lips.
When I do, he presses just the head inside me. I gasp and nod at him. He kisses me lightly and slides deeper.
“Breathe, breathe,” he says. “Fuck.” Rafe’s voice is breathy, his jaw tight. He pushes in so slowly that I can feel myself opening up to him.
“Oh god,” I say. I feel caught between something unbearably good and something terrifying. I squeeze my eyes shut, and Rafe rubs circles on my stomach. His hand is shaking.
“Okay?”
I don’t know if I’m okay. I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay again. Because the feeling of him inside, filling me up, connected with me… it makes me feel like a different person. I squeeze my eyes shut, too overwhelmed to keep looking at him.
“Colin, are you okay? Please, I need you to tell me.” His thumb brushes at my closed eyelids and I feel moisture there. I blink it away, nod, then spread my legs farther for him and pull at his back.
“’M’okay. Just, c’mere.”
He nods. Then he slides the rest of the way inside me. He groans desperately, but doesn’t move once he’s inside. I try to keep breathing, but I feel too full.
I scrabble at Rafe’s shoulders, starting to panic again.
“Okay, try to relax for me. I know, babe, I know.” He kisses me, and as distractions go, it’s a good one. His mouth on mine is hungry, possessive, but his hands are soft, rubbing my stomach, stroking up and down my arms. When he reaches between us and strokes my dick, I clench up and we both cry out.
“Oh,” I gasp as the feeling of uncomfortable fullness transforms into something so much better. Something deep and powerful. Rafe is frozen above me, an intense look on his face. He’s biting his lip and gazing down at me. “I—oh Jesus, Rafe.” Because I can feel him throbbing deep inside me. And this feels nothing like the painful, hurried mess of before.
Rafe takes my mouth in a bruising kiss and starts moving. As I relax my muscles, I start feeling these little tingles ripple through my ass, like electricity. Rafe leans back and rolls my hips up, then pushes back inside me, and I cry out as he comes in contact with that spot inside me. He does it over and over and I’m lost in the sensations. My whole body is hot and tense and liquid at the same time.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Rafe says, thrusting inside me and freezing there, his muscles tight. “How’re you doing?”
I’m falling to fucking pieces. I can’t even speak. When I open my mouth, all that comes out is a garbled moan that sounds embarrassingly desperate. I just reach a shaky hand into his hair and kiss him with everything I’ve got. That seems to do the trick. He speeds up, and the smooth slide sends sparks all down my spine. I dig my fingers into his back, needing more.
“Harder?” he asks, and I kiss him again. He groans, then starts thrusting harder, muscles tight with control. I start moaning, these choked sounds that would humiliate me if I could pay attention to anything except the feeling of Rafe inside me. Then he reaches between us and grabs my dick and I cry out.
He’s muttering my name and things I can’t make out and I don’t care because he’s stroking my erection in time with his thrusts and heat is curling in my lower belly. The trembling starts in my thighs and then Rafe hits that spot again and I’m coming—an orgasm that starts somewhere deep inside and radiates through my ass and lower back and balls and, fuck, shoots out my dick in thick pulses of pleasure I can’t control. Rafe’s groaning and muttering sweet filth about my ass and my dick and how hot I am, but I can barely hear him.
“God, babe, you’re gonna make me come,” he chokes out, then he freezes inside me, moaning brokenly, pulsing his hips over and over, each movement stirring a shiver of pleasure deep inside me.
Rafe moans one last time and buries his face in my neck, kissing me worshipfully. I rub my fingers through his hair. He softens inside me and I squirm.
“Hold on.” He drags his lips over my throat. When he pulls out, the soreness hits. I feel tender and a little swollen, but I don’t care.