His gaze softened for a few seconds before he covered me with his body, cupped my cheek with one hand, and captured my mouth in a rough kiss. Holding himself over me with one hand, he ran the other up into my hair and gripped it hard before yanking my head to the side to expose my neck, making me moan. He sucked on the skin of my neck—a favorite spot of his—keeping that tight grip on my hair.
I ran my hands over his back, digging my fingers into his huge muscles. Raph made a growling groan sound as I wiggled my hips, seeking friction. He pulled my hair tighter and nipped at my Adam’s apple before moving down to drag his teeth over my nipple.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
Raph’s hands, lips, teeth, and tongue were everywhere, all at once. He played my skin like a damn pianist, and my body came to life. I was on fire, burning from the inside out, and I was going to rupture at any moment.
“Raph… Raph.”
He hummed and blew his breath over my wet cock, bringing yet another sensation to my body as he pushed a lubed finger into my hole. When had he even grabbed the lube?
As he opened me up, his mouth and free hand continued their exploration of every inch of me, and all I could do was writhe and whimper beneath him, burying my fingers into his hair.
He pulled his fingers out, got to his knees, and lubed his heavy cock. Then he used all those delicious muscles to flip me onto my belly. He pulled me up to my hands and knees and lined himself up. With a kiss to my lower back, he pressed himself inside, both of us moaning loudly. He paused so I could adjust to the fullness, then pressed farther in. The stretch burned, but I welcomed it because there was also pleasure there. I craved him, my Raphael. I wanted him inside of me, over me, under me, with me. I just wanted him.
“So good, baby,” he murmured.
It took a few minutes before he was fully sheathed, and we were both glistening with sweat by that time.
Before I leaned down on my elbows, I smiled over my shoulder at him, and he grinned back, his voice a deep rumble when he said, “You’re beautiful.”
He didn’t give me time to respond before he moved, pulling himself out. I gasped when he slowly slid back in. He did it a few more times—that slow pace—before he pressed me flat to the bed and did some twist thing with his hips that made his cock brush my prostate and pushed him farther inside me. I gripped the sheets in my hands, my cock rubbing against the mattress with every thrust. The groan that came out of my mouth was animalistic, because holy shit, he felt so damn good.
Raph kept up a steady pace before he leaned forward, once again covering my body with his. I loved the fact that he was so built and bigger than me. His hands found their way to my shoulders so his forearms were tucked under me, and he pumped his hips, harder, deeper, but not faster. He kept the pace slow but steady, making sure I felt every inch of him, every brush over my spot, every deep, deep thrust.
And I clung to the sheets, pushing my hips back, encouraging more, though more of what, I didn’t know.
“Raph… baby, I…” I groaned. “So close.”
He moaned out, “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” He gripped my shoulders tighter, and finally, picked up the pace, keeping his thrusts deep, making me feel every one.
“Oh god…” My orgasm hit me like a lightning bolt. Electricity rushing through my veins and bursting out of me, like an out of body experience. My cum hit the sheets, and white flashes of light filled my vision as blissful euphoria made my body float in paradise.
Raph yelled, “Lazarus!” And I knew he was coming; I felt his cum filling me up. Knowing there was nothing between us, that his cum was truly inside me now, sent another shockwave through my body.
Or maybe it was the fact that I swear I could feel his orgasm, and his affection for me. But that was impossible. He had a soul-pledged already, so it wasn’t as if we could form that kind of bond.
I pushed those thoughts away to examine later because my body was still singing in bliss.
Raph slowed his thrusts until he grunted loudly and held still with his face stuffed into my neck. I felt like a boneless heap, a wonderfully happy and sated one.
Raph had me thoroughly pinned there, though I found I didn’t mind. Actually, I enjoyed his bulk covering me the way it was. His arms were still tucked under my armpits so his hands were gripping my shoulders, and his forehead rested between my shoulder blades. We stayed that way for several minutes, both of us breathing heavily, and Raph pressed a kiss to my skin every few seconds.
Eventually, he pulled his softening cock out and stood up. I missed his body heat and the weight of him, but he came back with a warm washcloth a minute later, cleaning me up before flipping me over and cleaning off my stomach as well. After dropping the washcloth in the hamper, he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me enough to get the soiled quilt off the bed and tossed it near the hamper. He sat me on the bed and pushed me until I was lying back on the pillows, then covered me with the sheet. He did all of that without saying a word.
When he stepped away, I grabbed his hand and whispered, “Where are you going? Aren’t you spending the night?” My heart pounded in my chest, nervous of his answer. Had he changed his mind? Had I done something to make him want to leave?
He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “I’m just getting the spare quilt from the hall closet, baby. I’ll be right back.”
Blowing out a relieved breath, I released him and watched him walk out of the room. It was nice that he already knew where everything was in my house from staying with me last year. A few seconds later, he was back with the quilt and covering me up. As soon as it was on the bed, I lifted a corner for him. He slid in and gathered me in his arms until my head was on his shoulder and our legs were tangled under the sheets.
I played with the hair on his chest until he grabbed my hand and lifted it to his mouth. He placed a small kiss on each of my fingers and one to my palm before he pressed it back to his chest, over his heart, and held it there. My own heart fluttered in my chest and warmth seeped into my body, a small smile playing on my lips.
After a few minutes of companionable silence, he asked, “Baby?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you for today, and for yesterday. We haven’t had a nice Christmas like this in… a very long time.”
I tilted my head back to examine his handsome face. “I’m glad you guys were here.”
He offered a smile and squeezed me. “Me too.”
“What time do you have to leave in the morning?”
With a sigh, he replied, “Izzy’s picking me up around seven.”
I groaned. “That’s too early. I was going to open late tomorrow so we wouldn’t have to worry about it. Ugh.”
Raph chuckled and kissed my forehead. “You can still sleep in.”
Leaning back, I made eye contact before saying, “Please don’t leave without waking me up to say goodbye.”
“Are you sure?”
I nodded. “I don’t want to wake up with you gone and no memory of you leaving. I think that… I think that would kinda freak me out.”
He kissed my lips. “Whatever you want, baby. That’s fine.” He ran a hand through my hair, brushed our noses together, and kissed the corner of my mouth. “I’ll wake you up in the morning, but you can go right back to sleep.”