Page 45 of Under Dark Skies

She followed her instinct, then sat up and straddled Rafe. His eyes went wide, but smiled pleasantly in response. “Wow, you really do know what you want.”

Layla began gyrating against Rafe’s pubic bone. She could feel him getting hard. Her body was on fire, her love for him setting everything inside of her ablaze.

“Put your hands on me.” Layla demanded, staring at Rafe deep in his eyes.

He kept his eyes on her as he laid both hands on her thighs. He rubbed them, then moved them up her stomach, then placed them over the top of her breasts. She moaned against his touch. She had never felt this way sexually with anyone before.

“I love it when you touch my tits.”

“Mmmm I love touching them darling.”

Layla felt like her heart could explode. She leaned forward and kissed him hard, passionately forcing his mouth open and dancing with his tongue. She sucked on his bottom lip, then grabbed his hands, pushing them under her shirt. His skin was electric.

He moved his fingers underneath her bra, and began playing with her nipples. She shook, absolutely loving the feeling. But she could feel her clitoris engorging, aching for him.

She lifted her shirt off in one swift movement. She flicked her bra off in a similar quick movement. Rafe’s hands went directly back to her breasts, like magnets.

“You know what I like, baby.” She closed her eyes as she continued rubbing herself against Rafe’s hard cock beneath his jeans. His hand motion was getting more rough, and she heard him growl with impatience.

“I think its time for you to get completely naked.” He said through gritted teeth. Rafe tossed her off of him, and Layla giggled. He pulled her pants and underwear off from her ankles, and she allowed herself to lay there naked, like a pristine painting. He watched her as he unbuckled his jeans.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Rafe said, pulling his pants down and revealing his stone hard cock. Layla felt beautiful, laying there completely naked. She usually didn’t want her sexual partners seeing her like this, laid bare in the stark light. But Rafe was different. He appreciated every single inch of her, and that made her feel like the sexiest woman alive.

“Get over here and fuck me.”

Rafe did as he was told, climbing on top of her. Layla pulled him in close, their skin touching, rubbing, feeling radiant and relaxed. She breathed in his scent deeply as he guided himself inside her. When he had completely entered her, she gasped, reveling in the fullness. She started rubbing her clit against him and running her fingernails down his back.

“Oh baby, you feel so good.” She whispered into his ear, biting down lightly.

Rafe moaned, making her feel like she could cum within seconds. She brought his face to her neck and he bucked her slowly. “Fuck me and bite me you gorgeous animal.”

Rafe joyfully bared his teeth, then clamped down on her exposed flesh. Initially it slightly hurt, but the pain combined with the pleasure made her body soar. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him deeper inside her.

Rafe sucked at her neck, then kissed it lightly as he brought his face to hers. He smiled, licking his lips. “Baby I’m going to cum soon, you’re so fucking sexy.” Layla didn’t mind as she could feel herself close to the edge as well. She began bucking harder, the bed rocking against the wall with loud slams. She moaned as loud as she could, knowing that there was no one around to hear her.

“YES RAFE, OH MY GOD YES, YES!” She felt her juices spill out of her as a beautiful assortment of colours blasted through her body and mind. Every fear and doubt sizzled out through her fingertips and toes.

“Oh Layla! Oh fuck Layla!” Rafe came right after her, filling her up with his own juices. They both went limp, Rafe’s strong body on top of her and enveloping her. She kissed his shoulders as he panted.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you so much, darling.”

Forty

Rafe

They dozed off in each other’s arms, completely naked. A few hours later, Rafe awakened, seeing Layla lying there with the sheets pulled up to her chest. She looked so peaceful, so calm. That was all he really wanted, was to help her be rid of all the fear and anxiety she was feeling. He watched her for a few moments before getting up, walking slowly toward the bathroom.

He closed the door lightly, then caught himself in the mirror. Despite his fast healing abilities, lightly blue and purple bruises remained on his face just below his jaw, as well as a large crescent shaped one near his left hip. It ached to move, but that was no bother. He leaned forward, staring into his own eyes. He ran through what had happened the past few days.

Before he met Layla, he was merely following orders. He was doing his job, staying loyal and questioning very little. But who's to say that he was happy? Happiness wasn’t something Rafe ever considered vital in his life. He was financially stable, respected, and beyond capable. He had a few women, but that was extra fun, like booze or drugs.

He stared at himself, realizing that tears were rising in his eyes. What he felt was love. Real love. That was both exciting and excruciating. But it was a fight he was more than willing to get into.

He rinsed his face with warm water, slightly wincing as he leaned forward. When he was finished he opened the door slowly, not wanting to wake his beloved. She was still in the same position, so he moved lightly over the floor boards to the kitchen. He opened each cupboard to check if there was any food, or even coffee. It was completely empty, other than a few granola bars the owners may have forgotten about.

“Have a good rifle I see?”

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