Before I can even catch my breath, he pulls out of my pussy and prods against my back entrance. My eyes spring open as he starts to push inside. He’s definitely bigger than the toy.
I clutch the sheet. “Holy shit.” The stretching sensation is back, and it’s a lot more intense. On the edge of barely manageable even in my post-orgasm haze. I do my best to breathe through it.
Rafaele grunts behind me. “Fuck. So tight.”
I whimper as he goes deeper.
He stills, digging his fingers into my hips in a possessive hold. “Tesoro, are you okay?”
“Fine,” I squeeze out, trying to focus on relaxing my muscles.
Rafaele drags a firm knuckle down my spine. “Is it too much?”
I press my forehead to the bed and let my head loll to the side. “Give me a few seconds.”
He moves his hands to my ass cheeks and starts to massage them. Soon I can feel the remaining tension uncoil inside of me.
“Keep going,” I tell him.
He pushes in a few more inches and groans. “That’s it. You almost got it. Fuck, you look gorgeous.”
His words send a fresh wave of arousal through me. Sweat drips down my neck. Everything feels deliciously dirty. I rise up on my palms and press back into him until my thighs meet his.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters.
I expect him to start moving, but he stays still. Waiting for something. “How is it, tesoro? I want you to enjoy it as much as I am.”
Warmth slides through my entire body. “I might if you start moving sometime this year.”
He chuckles, gives my ass a firm smack, and begins to thrust. I arch my back, meeting his movements with my own.
He groans. “Fuck. You take it so well, Cleo. I wish you could see it.”
I imagine his thick cock sliding in and out of my tight little hole and moan at the image. I want to see it too. A brilliant idea comes to me. I can see it.
My phone is on the nightstand, a few feet away. I shift and manage to reach far enough to grab it. “Rafe,” I moan. “Call me from your phone.”
Rafaele’s movements slow and then stop. “Fuck, okay,” he says hoarsely.
He pulls out while I place my phone on the bed in front of me. There’s some rustling as he fishes his phone out of wherever it is.
A few seconds later, I pick up his video call.
The image of his hard cock spayed across one of my ass cheeks makes me groan.
“Watch,” Rafaele growls as he wraps his hand around his length and presses the head against my hole. Slowly, so fucking slowly, he enters me, and it’s all I can do not to come right then and there.
“Oh God,” I moan as he fills me right to the hilt.
He holds the camera slightly above, giving me a full view of my ass and back. And then he starts to pump.
Watching him fuck me on video is like having sex on steroids. My body tingles everywhere, and all traces of my earlier discomfort disappear. Now, it just feels good. Really fucking good.
Rafe smacks my ass again, his groans growing louder.
“I’m close,” he grunts. “You’re gonna come for me one more time, tesoro. You’ve earned it.”
He reaches around and presses his long fingers against my clit before giving it a flick.
That’s all it takes for me to explode. I writhe against him as my orgasm wreaks havoc inside my body, struggling to keep my unfocused gaze on the screen.
His camera work gets sloppier as he fucks me harder and harder. I can tell he’s losing control.
“Fuck, Cleo. Fuck.”
At the last second, he pulls out, and I watch him come in long spurts all over my ass and back. He ends the call and throws his phone on the ground.
I moan and splay out on the bed. He collapses beside me, cheeks red, forehead sweaty, and lips parted as he takes deep gulps of air. I’m utterly breathless. Boneless. Buzzing.
Somehow, Rafe manages to get up a short while later. He returns, and I feel something warm and wet drag over my skin. He wipes me down and presses a kiss to my right butt cheek. I peer over my shoulder at him, and he’s giving me a reverent look.
“Jesus, Cleo. That was…” He clears his throat, seemingly at a loss.
Satisfaction flickers inside of me. “I know.” I turn onto my back and pull him down beside me.
Soon enough, sleep tugs on my mind. Why not take a nap? I press up against Rafe and let out a happy sigh.
This is good. This is easy. This is all you need from him.
But as I drift off, that tendril of longing for something more flutters deep inside my chest.
CHAPTER 32
RAFAELE