Page 39 of Endlessly Raphael
Rapha chuckles. “You fascinate me.” His face turns dark as his eyes heat to the point I think we might explode. “I will mark you, beautiful Haven. I will leave bites in my wake.”
“Yes,” I whimper. “Please, Rapha.”
“Stand up.”
I scramble to my feet, pressing against him. What is it about this man that makes me want to lay myself out before him like prey? It’s like all my self-preservation disappears. He can ruin me if he wants to. I shouldn’t feel safe with him, but somehow I do.
He takes the bottle of bodywash from the shelf and pours some into his hands, rubbing them together to work up a lather before dragging them down my back. When he reaches my hole, his slick fingers massaging the tender flesh, and I flinch.
“You’re too sore for sex.”
“No. I like how it feels. I haven’t felt so alive in a long time.”
“I don’t want to hurt you. Not really.”
“I’m not hurting.”
He smiles, but I notice the crease in his brow. “I have an idea. I think you’ll love it.”
“As long as we both nut, I’m sure I will.”
He shakes his head, pushing me under the stream of water to get the soap off and then shutting the shower off. After he helps me step out and we both dry off with a towel, I stand before him with anticipation. I want to be fucked, sore ass be damned.
Rapha scoops me off my feet and carries me to the bedroom, where he tosses me on the bed. I literally bounce on the soft mattress and luxurious bedding. I wonder if this is how it feels to be royalty. Maybe an Egyptian prince back in the day.
Rapha climbs onto the bed, straddling me. “I want you to trust me. This is all about pleasure.”
“I do trust you. Weird, right?”
“A little, but I trust you too.”
“Sweet. Are you gonna tie me up?”
“No. Close your eyes and focus on my voice.”
“Ooh, okay.”
All I can feel right now is his closeness and where our bodies connect. I want to feel a lot more though, so I hope whatever he’s planning involves me being impaled with that dick of his.
His hands move to my chest, and then my body is flooded with warmth, the way it feels to stand under the sun in the summer. I immediately relax, all the tension in my shoulders releasing as I sink into the bedding.
The next sensation is warm, sticky liquid dripping down my body, like lube, but a little silkier and thicker. More like syrup, actually. I’m so curious, but I keep my eyes closed in spite of it.
Rapha scoots back slightly so that our cocks are aligned, the sticky liquid between us providing perfect friction as he slowly slides back and forth. Then he’s lying completely on top of me.
“Don’t move. Just experience,” he whispers.
I nod, desperate to open my eyes and see his stunning face, but I’m an obedient boy when I want something badly enough, and right now, I don’t want to do anything that might make him stop this exceptional torture.
“My gods, you are stunning, Haven.”
I exhale deeply, soaking up his praise. It’s been so long since I’ve even felt seen, much less admired. Rapha makes me feel like the most beautiful man on the planet.
He rubs his nose against the column of my neck, the friction between us increasing. Okay, this is getting good. Maybe he’s relaxing me so I can take his cock more easily. I lie beneath him, boneless, but I want to touch him.
“Can I touch you, Rapha?”
He clicks his teeth. “Just feel.”