Rafe Cameron Imagines

Distracted🤍

The sun had begun to set, casting a warm glow over the living room where you and Rafe were sprawled on the couch. The two of you had planned to watch a movie, but as the opening credits rolled, your attention drifted away from the screen. Rafe was too distracting, sitting there with his signature smirk and that playful glint in his eyes.

"Are you even paying attention?" he teased, leaning back against the couch, his muscles flexing slightly under his fitted shirt.

You bit your lip, your heart racing at the sight of him. "Not really," you admitted, a mischievous smile creeping onto your face.

Rafe raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Oh? What's caught your attention then?"

Without a second thought, you leaned closer, your fingers brushing against his thigh, feeling the heat radiate from him. "You're distracting me, Rafe. You look too good right now."

His smirk widened, and he shifted closer to you, his eyes darkening with desire. "Is that so? Maybe I should make you focus on me instead."

The tension in the room shifted, thickening the air between you. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as Rafe's gaze bore into you, hungry and intense.

"Daddy," you whispered, the word slipping from your lips before you could stop it.

Rafe's breath hitched, and a primal look crossed his face. He grabbed your chin gently, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. "Say that again."

"Daddy," you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper, but the way his eyes darkened told you it was exactly what he wanted to hear.

In an instant, he leaned in, capturing your lips with his in a passionate kiss. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. You could feel his desire pressing against you, igniting a fire deep within.

"You want me to focus on you?" he murmured against your lips, his breath hot and teasing. "Then let's make it worth your while."

Before you could respond, he flipped you onto your back, his body hovering above yours. Rafe's hands roamed your sides, fingers slipping beneath your shirt, sending shivers down your spine. "You're so perfect," he breathed, his lips trailing down your neck.

"Rafe, please," you gasped, feeling the heat of the moment overwhelming you.

"Please what?" he teased, his lips brushing against your skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

"Just—just touch me," you begged, the desire building inside you.

With a wicked grin, Rafe leaned down, capturing your lips again as his hands explored your body, taking his time to tease and please you. His kisses became more frantic, more demanding, and you could feel the heat pooling in your core.

"Daddy's going to make you feel so good," he promised, his voice low and husky.

You whimpered as he kissed down your body, savoring every inch of you. Rafe's mouth moved slowly, deliberately, tracing a path from your neck down to your collarbone, each kiss igniting a fire beneath your skin. His hands slid beneath your shirt, fingers brushing against your bare skin, and you gasped at the sensation.

He took his time, exploring every curve of your body, teasing your sensitive spots. You could feel the heat radiating from your core, the longing growing with every kiss. "Rafe, please," you begged again, your voice trembling with need.

"Patience, baby," he replied, his lips curling into a smirk as he continued his descent. Rafe's mouth finally found its way to your breasts, kissing and teasing through the fabric of your bra. You arched your back, craving more, but he was relentless in his teasing, drawing out the pleasure until you thought you might explode.

His hands slid around your back, unclasping your bra with expert ease before tossing it aside. "So beautiful," he murmured, taking a moment to admire you before his mouth enveloped one of your nipples. A moan escaped your lips as he sucked, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

"Rafe!" you gasped, gripping the couch cushions tightly as he continued his ministrations, alternating between kisses and gentle bites. The tension within you coiled tighter, the heat growing more unbearable.

"Let go, babe," he encouraged, his voice thick with desire as he pulled away briefly to catch his breath. "I want to hear you."

With that, he continued his exploration, trailing kisses down your stomach, his hands gripping your hips. You could feel your pulse racing, anticipation building with each move he made. When his lips finally brushed against the waistband of your pants, your breath hitched.

"Is this okay?" he asked, looking up at you with those piercing blue eyes that always made your heart race.

"Yes, please," you urged, desperate for him to continue.

Rafe's fingers deftly unbuttoned your pants, pulling them down your legs with agonizing slowness. He planted soft kisses along your thighs, teasingly close to where you needed him most. The sensations were overwhelming, and you felt like you were on fire.

"Daddy, please," you whimpered, feeling the need grow unbearable.

With a satisfied grin, he finally moved in closer, kissing your core through your underwear, and you gasped at the sensation. Rafe could tell you were on the edge, and he took his time, savoring each moment as he slowly pulled your panties aside.

When his tongue made contact, you cried out, pleasure washing over you in waves. Rafe knew exactly how to please you, his movements precise and skillful. He licked and teased, his mouth working its magic while he kept his eyes locked onto yours, watching your reactions closely.

You felt the coil in your stomach tighten, every flick of his tongue sending you closer to the edge. "Rafe, I'm so close," you gasped, your hands fisting in his hair as you pulled him closer, needing more of him.

"Let go for me, baby. I've got you," he urged, his voice a deep growl that sent shivers down your spine.

With one final flick of his tongue, you lost control, pleasure crashing over you in waves. You cried out his name, the sound echoing through the room as he continued to work you through your high, riding it until your body began to relax.

As you came down from the intense pleasure, Rafe crawled back up your body, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. "You're incredible," he murmured against your lips, his hands brushing against your face.

You smiled, feeling blissed out and satisfied. "And you're amazing."

"Just wait until you see what else I can do," he replied with a mischievous grin, and you knew this was just the beginning of a very long, enjoyable night together.