For Your Love // Rafe Cameron X Reader

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Under a minute.

Under a fucking minute.

That's how little amount of time passes before Rafe gets his wish and you're crying out in bliss as his tongue continues its assault between your folds. Two long and slender fingers are still pulsing in and out of you, though their pace slows and when the fog clears from your mind, you glance down at him to find a mischievous grin parting that glistening mouth of his. 

It's a look that whispers promises of this just being the beginning. It's a look that has you ever so slightly trembling at what devious thoughts might be rolling around that brilliant head of his. His fingers pull out fully and you're left feeling empty, not that the sensation matters when he brushes the pad of his thumb from your entrance to your swollen clit with a pressure that has your eyes rolling back into your skull as a moan sticks in your throat.

"Hmm, I think that might be a new record, huh?" He croons and your usual witty retort is long dead on your tongue as your hips lift in hint for him to just keep doing whatever he wanted. The clouds of your mind had you in their clutches, the mists of pleasure digging their claws in and relaxing your muscles to his ministrations. Firm hands grip your hips and pin them to the mattress, the tips of his fingers digging in just enough to reaffirm your attentions upon his face. "I asked you a question." He drawls, voice thick with lust, usually bright blue eyes darkened with the same affliction.

You blink. He asked you a question? It was already long gone in your mind.

Rafe chuckles though there's no lightness to it as he pushes up to slowly rise and settle between your legs. Elbows dipping, he rests them either side of your head, face hovering mere inches from your own. The spark in those magnificent eyes of his holds a promise that has you desperate for more, fingers tracing the dips and curves of his toned stomach. He shudders at the touch but it's the only inclination you have that you're affecting him as much as he is affecting you.

"Kiss me." You whisper, delighting in the way his eyes flare and dart to your lips, his throat bobbing as he somehow manages to maintain restraint. When he meets your gaze again, you're convinced you've won. He dips just a fraction, barely noticeable, but enough to make your breath hitch in anticipation.

Until he pulls back again. You have to take a deep breath to prevent your growl of frustration slipping free, your own eyes ablaze with the mixture of desire and anger that Rafe seemed to be enjoying oh-so-much. Prick.

Here you were, naked as the day you were born, practically drooling and panting for him and he's just sat there in his slacks, acting entirely unruffled.

Maybe it's time to ruffle him right back. Give him a taste of his own medicine and just threaten to leave if he doesn't act soon.

A wonderful idea had your underwear not been left in scraps. 

Rafe at least decides to take some pity on you, fingertips pressing your thighs open as he sits back on his heels between them, hand drifting between your bodies so his thumb can trace lazy circles over your clit again. It dissolves just a fraction of your irritation, but enough to make you complacent to his whims once more. The fucker really knew what he was doing. "You know," He begins, "I'm almost glad you had us waiting so long for this. It gave me plenty of time to learn what this sweet little pussy of yours likes." He chuckles and you moan as he presses the pad of his thumb in a little harder. "How to draw out those noises from you that I love so much. How to make you desperate. I bet if I asked you to beg right now, you'd be on your fucking knees for me, wouldn't you?"

Your mouth dries out and you partially wished you could deny it, but he was absolutely right. With a sheepish nod, his grin turns feral, that darkness in his eyes encompassing any of the sky blue that might have been left. "Rafe..." You sigh, moving against his thumb in attempt to get any shreds of friction you can from him.