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“Tell me if it’s too much,” he says.

I cry out taking him.

As he fits himself inside me, I arch against him and grip at the bedsheets. It feels like I’m being stretched more than I ever have before, yet it’s a sensation I don’t want to let go of. It’s a fullness that makes me see stars.

Rafael’s attentive the entire time. He goes slow, inch by inch. He seals my lips with more kisses and caresses my curves with a kneading touch.

Giving me what I need when I need it.

Distracting me until he’s rooted inside and I’m fuller than I’ve ever been in my life.

When he starts moving his hips, it’s with the same attentiveness that tells me he’s in tune with every reaction of mine. He’s slow but passionate and intense, hiking my thigh up higher and stroking deeper.

Pleasure comes in tiny blips that spark in and out. They burn hot like little fires that will soon explode.

Rafael groans as he bottoms out and my pussy kneads him.

The lube’s made me even more slippery, slicker as he works himself in and out of me. His dick spreads me open, so thick that he’s almost too much. He would be without the lube.

It’s a miracle I’m taking him like I am.

Lincoln and I always had problems, where I was too tense and it wound up being too painful.

Yet with Rafael, it’s only pleasure that I feel.

It bubbles up inside me as I gyrate my hips to meet his. He strokes at just the right angle I need, stimulating my sweet spot.

I scratch my nails down his chest and arms in approval and earn another throaty growl from him. He kisses me as deep as he fucks into me, then draws back to peer intensely into my eyes. I find myself caught up in him.

The passion’s too overwhelming. The natural chemistry. The desire that feels like it’ll consume me.

All of it drives my impending orgasm.

I meet Rafael’s hungry mouth. Our tongues twirl together. His stroke gathers speed. We’re panting as we chase our finish. We’re impatient letting our hands wander while our bodies collide in deeper and harder thrusts.

He rolls me onto my side, hooking my leg under his arm, and spears back into me from behind. His dick slides in completely and I cry out at how girthy he is. How stretched my pussy feels accommodating him.

It’s the final trigger I need to push me into my orgasm. It strikes as a frisson of pleasure exploding from the inside. I seize up as he wraps his arms around me and fucks me harder, picking up his pace and biting into my shoulder.

Rafael gives in with a final deep thrust, his dick twitching inside me.

“La tua figa è come una droga,” he groans into the side of my neck. “Non sai cosa hai fatto. Non posso lasciarti andare adesso.”

I have no idea what he’s telling me, though even between his ragged huffs for air, it sounds intimate. I’m exhausted, a sudden sleepiness rolling over me. I tuck myself into his side and lean in for a kiss on the lips.

Rafael brushes hair out of my face and peers into my eyes as intently as he had in the moment. As if he’s truly unable to stop himself from doing so.

“Get some sleep,dolcezza,” he says. “It’s been a long night.”

I don’t need to be told twice.

Ithasbeen a long night. A night I never expected to share with a man like Rafael, but a night I don’t think I’ll ever come to regret…

5

PORTIA

I wake alonein Rafael’s bed.