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Then Rafael's eyes focus and I'm caught like a prey animal in a predator's gaze. Except I don't think any bunny ever felt so good.

"You've been hiding," he says, words thick with desire. "Who knew you had such beautiful curves."

"You. Only you." I've been afraid to admit to my inexperience before, but it makes Rafael's eyes light up. Maybe that shouldn't make me feel good, but anything that makes him look at me like that is a good thing.

His hands are on me after that, tracing all my sensitive spots, his lips kissing all over my breasts and making me moan.

How is this better than before?

Will it always be like this?

I give myself over to the sensation. There's no other choice but to surrender to Rafael's sensual onslaught. I want him to hurry and at the same time I never want him to stop.

I lose track of time as my body shivers and I moan. I'm a live wire of sexual heat and I'm ready to spark. If Rafael isn't careful he'll be immolated.

I don't think he cares.

I'm slick with want and desperate to be filled. I'm begging Rafael, but I don't know if my words make any sense.

They must.

His fingers tease my pussy and I gasp, wanting more. And then I feel the blunt head of his cock pushing its way in. It's too much. I'm sure he's not going to fit. How can my body even try to hold all of him?

And then something gives and he slides further in. It feels full. It feels good. So good. And I want more.

Rafael is moving, and I'm moving with him, holding on tight as if letting go would cause some kind of catastrophe. My body is on a high of its own, subsumed by the emotion and the sensation and I'm clinging to it for all I'm worth.

And then something in me snaps and I'm rippling around his thick length, crying out as I come. Only a moment later Rafael pulls out and groans as he finds his own release.

I want to ask why he didn't come in me, but then my thoughts catch up with me. We didn't use a condom. He doesn't know I'm on the pill.

We didn't even pause to talk about protection.

I'll worry about it later. Right now I want to snuggle up with Rafael and pretend that all of my troubles will magically disappear if I hold on tight enough.

I burrow in close to Rafael, but he tenses as I lay my head on his shoulder. "What? Did I do something wrong?" My body is sated, but already doubts are beginning to creep in. What if this doesn't mean as much to him as it does to me?

Rafael sighs. "You need to go into witness protection."