Page 34 of The Prez

“Show me?”

“Yeah, show you.” Raf slides closer to me, crowding me into the couch. I lie back to give him room, and to my surprise, he settles between my legs. On instinct I wrap them around his waist, looking up at him in disbelief as I feel his rock-hard dick against my own. I’m fucking panting as I look into his face, unable to contain just how out of control I am. Raf places a calloused hand on my face, rubbing against my cheek. “You want me to show you or is this enough?”

Swallowing down my nerves, I nod, leaning into his palm. “Show me.”

Grinning down at me with a lustful glint in his eyes, Raf bends down and takes my lips in a brutal kiss that has my back arching off the couch. His strong hand shifts under me, gripping my flesh in a bruising embrace. I moan, loving how his mouth is taking charge of me.

He swipes his tongue over my closed mouth and I open for him. Raf wastes no time delving inside, gliding his tongueagainst mine. My legs tighten around him, wanting to hold him close like this forever.

My hands spear into his silky hair, holding on for dear life as Raf claims my mouth. Moans emit from my throat and Raf swallows them, a low rumble vibrating from his chest.

It’s blowing my mind that he’s even kissing me right now. When I thought of different scenarios of how the conversation about my body could go in my head, this was not one of the possible options. The way he’s touching me, undulating into me, sucking at me, it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

Needing to catch my breath, I pull my lips away from his, panting heavily as I look up at him. He smirks, running his thumb over my lower lip. “I’m not done showing you yet, precioso. You running from me?”

“No,” I whisper. “You’re just fucking intense, Raf.”

He actually fucking pouts and I don’t think I’ve seen anything so adorable in my life. “Not Big Raf anymore?”

I giggle, lifting my hand to cover my mouth. “Thought you didn’t like it.”

“I like it when you say it.” He sits up and wipes his shirt over his head. My eyes are immediately drawn to his abs, the rippling muscles begging for my mouth to map out all the dips and valleys. Then I take in all the colors and designs that make up the beautiful canvas of Rafael Orozco.

I’m too busy staring at his body to realize his hands are at the hem of my shirt. When I do, I start, my hands covering his. He looks up at me with those same lust-drenched eyes, and I’m thankful there’s no pity behind the gaze. “Do you want me to stop? You can leave it on if you want.”

I search his face, looking for any hint of disgust or revulsion in his deep brown eyes. There is none. All I see reflected in his gaze is the need to claim me. The need toshow me. Fuck it. You only live once.

Shaking my head, I lift my hands from his, my chest rising and falling in anticipation. Raf gives me one more searching look before he lifts my shirt over my head and tosses it to the floor.

“Fuck,” he mutters, dragging a finger over my nipple. I shudder and Raf licks his lips. “I knew you’d look like this. So fucking sexy. Delicate. Your skin is just as soft and unblemished as I thought it would be.” He drags my eyes away from my torso and meets my gaze. “You want some marks on this flawless skin?” He lowers himself again, elbows by my head as he gyrates his hips, his straining erection pulsing against my own.

My hands go to his sides, holding on tight. Where I expect to meet smooth skin on his left side, I find that long, thick, jagged scar. I rub over the scar again, wondering how he got it. Was it from a fight? A motorcycle accident? A fucking boating accident? I want to know. I want to know everything about him.

Raf captures my hand in his, stopping my exploration. I open my mouth to ask what happened, to ask where he got such a scar, but he kisses me before I get the chance, distracting me good. He discreetly moves my hand to rest over my head. The other one soon follows and I find myself stretched out underneath him.

He releases my lips, leaving me panting once more. Raf lifts up so he’s looking down at my body while holds my wrists hostage. “You didn’t answer me. Do you want my marks on you?”

“Yes,” I say barely above a whisper.

“Where?” he asks in a sultry purr. “Here?” He dips his head to lick up the side of my neck before taking the delicate skin into his mouth. I curse and bow off the couch, my cock twitching in my pants. Raf lowers his hips and slowly starts to thrust against me.

Holy fuck. The friction and the way he’s sucking at me is driving me insane. I want him to stop. I want him to keep going. I want him to let go of my hands so I can touch more of his heated flesh.

“Please,” I whimper, pleasure shooting down my spine. My balls feel tight and heavy, scrunched close to my body. If he doesn’t stop, I’m going to fucking explode.

“You want another one?” he asks against my neck and I quickly nod my head. “How about here?” Raf lowers his head to just above my nipple, sucking the skin into his mouth and darting his tongue out every now and then to tease my nipple.

My hips buck faster into his, not able to control their movements, even if I wanted to. Raf grinds his hips down on me harder, giving me that delicious friction that has precum leaking through my pants.

I’m breathless, trying to absorb all the different sensations he’s making me feel—his mouth sucking my skin, his tongue teasing my nipple, his hand tight on my wrist and his large body pasted against mine. I can’t think straight; all I can do is feel. When I zero in on one thing, another feeling takes its place and I’m fucking lost.

Just when I think he’s done, that he’ll lift his mouth from my sensitive skin to give me a brief reprieve, he moves quickly and clamps his teeth around my nipple, gently tugging it into his mouth.

The small bite of pain has my cock exploding, my release shooting out of me as I keen loudly. My body shudders from the intensity and suddenness of my orgasm.

As if from far away, I hear Raf talking me through my climax, whispering to me in both English and Spanish. His tongue peeks out to lick the shell of my ear and my hips jerk, more cum leaking out of me.

When I’m drained dry, I flop against the couch, breathing heavily as I look up at Raf with blurry eyes.

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