He lifted his head, eyes searching mine with quiet intensity.
“It’s okay, Loretta. I’ve got you.”
Those calm, firm words soothed the rising shame and fear like cool water on burning skin.
He watched me carefully, ready to stop the instant I needed it.
I nodded, giving him clear permission to continue.
His lips traced a hot, wet path down the center of my body — kissing between my breasts, over my navel, lower and lower with deliberate slowness.
When he reached the apex of my thighs, he slid his hands beneath them, gently parting and lifting my legs to open me fully to his gaze.
I should have felt shame. Fear. Instead, desperate, aching need consumed me.
I wanted his mouth on me more than I had wanted anything in a long time.
His face lowered.
His tongue licked a slow, broad stripe up my slit.
A loud, broken moan tore from my throat.
Then his teeth grazed my sensitive folds before he began devouring me with raw, starving passion — licking, sucking, feasting like a man who had waited years for this exact taste.
The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth combined with my helpless, rising moans filled the room.
Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my core, building unbearably fast.
My hands fisted the sheets so hard my knuckles turned white.
The pressure mounted relentlessly; I was going to come hard and fast.
He suddenly pulled away, leaving me panting, trembling, and teetering right on the agonizing edge.
“Not yet,” he said, a faint, playful wink softening the dangerous hunger in his eyes for just a moment.
He stood briefly and stripped off his trousers, kicking them aside.
His cock sprang free — thick, long, and heavy with need.
I gasped uncontrollably at the sight. The sheer size made me wonder how I would ever take all of him inside me.
He noticed my reaction and leaned down, voice low, dark, and reassuring. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt, Loretta. I’ll take care of you.”
The promise, spoken in that controlled, possessive tone, sent another powerful wave of heat and trust through me.
In this moment, with Rafael above me — gorgeous, dangerous, and completely focused on my pleasure — I felt seen, wanted, and safer than I had in years.
Then he positioned the thick head of his cock at my entrance, pressing gently against my slick folds.
My eyes stayed locked on his face the entire time, using him as my anchor.
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, while his hand came up to cup and knead my breast with gentle possession.
I was so wet, so ready, that there was no pain — only a deep, stretching fullness as he slid deeper until he was buried to the hilt inside me.
A soft, broken gasp escaped my lips at the overwhelming sensation of being completely filled by him.
