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You were not going to make it to the exhibition. You tried, you really did. Thomas said it was important that both you and Rafayel were there, preferably on time. You had done everything right; Rafayel was dressed, he just needed to secure his tie and you’d be on your way. The door was only steps away, practically within your reach. Honestly, if you had just kept walking and forced him out the door as soon as he was dressed, you probably would have succeeded. But you didn’t and now, for whatever reason, Rafayel has gone into heat and it’s becoming increasingly hard for you to stand firm in your decision to make it to the exhibition.
“Rafayel! Let. Me. Go. We need to be there.” You squeezed out, weaker than you hoped. He pulled your wrist further up past his head and rubbed against the inside of your arm. His other arm wrapped around your waist pulling you flush against his chest, making you stumble.
“Mmm no. Nothing could be more important than you right now - exhibition be damned.” He whispered in a sultry tone. His face inched closer and closer, your heart was hammering in your chest and your resolve was already becoming pitifully weak. “Rafayel…” you whisper, not quite sure what you were going to say afterwards, but you didn’t have to decide because Rafayel was already kissing you breathless. He licked and sucked like he wanted to eat you and it sent shivers down your spine. He obviously sensed it because you felt him laugh in response and it just made you love him more. It was always moments like these when you were just close and kissing slowly when you felt that it was only you two left in the world; nothing else mattered.
Rafayel lets go of your wrist to smooth his hand down your back and cup your ass, bringing you closer to grind his bulge against you ever so slightly. He swallows your gasp as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Fay, the exhibi-”.
“Shh, forget about that. Instead, tell me what you put on your wrist. You didn’t go around seducing any other Lemurians did you?” He joked, but you could tell there was a hint of pouting and maybe even anger in his tone. He kissed around your face to your cheeks down the side of your neck waiting for you to answer. “I don’t-” you sigh trying to gather your thoughts “I just put on the tester at the exhibition. They said it was a new line made with deep sea plants and asked me to try.” Your voice had taken on a whining tone by the end of your sentence. You notice Rafayel had backed you both up into the bedroom at some point.
When he heard what you said, Rafayel lifted his head from leaving hickies on your neck to make eye contact with you. “So just because they asked you’ll put on any perfume?” He chuckled putting his hand under your shirt and tugging it off, your bra following. You sputtered as he pushed you down onto the bed, “Well this is the perfume you helped make so why would I reject it?”
He paused and looked into your eyes before slowly breaking into a smile. “Good answer cutie.” Afterwards, it was like he let go of all reservations; his grip stronger on your body and the unabashed humping between your clothed privates while inhaling the scent on your wrist. You finally put two and two together and ask, while trying to refrain from moving your hips to match his, “Is that why you’re like this? The perfume?” He doesn’t answer only giving you a smile before letting go of your wrist to kiss you again. You stop him with a hand on his shoulder and he silently asks why with a raise of his eyebrow. “You’ll wrinkle your clothes, we can still make it to the exhibition.”
He fully laughs in your face leaning against your temple, the puffs of air tickling you. “You just focus on me cutie. How could I possibly resist eating you up right now, or letting anyone else experience you smelling like this? Don’t worry I’ll take care of everything.” He pecks your lips before he leans up to unbutton your pants and slide them off. When they catch on your foot he gets a bit frustrated, muttering to himself. “For someone who wanted to go to the exhibition so bad you sure aren’t dressed for one.”
“I’m attending as your bodyguard and I didn’t have any convenient dresses to wear, so pants are fine.” You help him take off the pants against your better judgment; a small part of you still hoping to make it even though you know you’re both too far gone by now. Rafayel kisses his way back up your body from your calves to your thighs, nipping along the way “Then I’ll buy you a dress for each event. Wear what I bought and only that.” He finishes his statement by licking you over your panties and you respond to him with a moan. You rest your hand on his head rubbing the pads of your fingers against his scalp, and you don’t dare to pretend to resist when you can’t even tell if your juices are the reason your panties are wet or his saliva.
Only when you’re a sopping mess and barely able to focus does he stop; lifting back up to wipe the excess liquid around his mouth. “Sorry cutie I’m reaching my limit. You can take me with how wet you are can’t you?” You blush and nod at him, lifting your hips so he can take off your panties. He throws them somewhere behind him and wastes no time unbuttoning his pants and the top two button on his dress shirt just enough to relieve the heat, making it a bit easier to breathe.
Seeing him pull his cock past the elastic and stroke himself you can hardly wait; you start fingering yourself while looking at him. He’s breathless either from stroking himself or looking at you, but it doesn’t really matter after he rasps out, “Spread your legs,” and you’re all too eager to oblige. As your thighs extend farther apart, still fingering yourself while keeping eye contact, you know that with a bit more time you could probably cum just like that. But then he’s pulling out your fingers and slowly pushing himself into you, spreading you open inch by inch. You grip his arm and fleetingly think about how you’re probably gonna leave a mark, but holding him is about all you can do; the stretch is a bit harder to handle than you thought. Rafayel seems to read your mind and goes even slower while encouraging you, “You’re such a strong cutie, my bodyguard can do anything.” Light kisses are left on your skin, a hand is massaging your waist - suddenly, the stretch isn't that bad. “Fay, kiss please,” leaving your mouth open to let him do as he pleases. He obliges moving your hands from his arms to around his neck.
At some point during your kiss he bottomed out. You don’t know how long it’s been but you’re more then ready for him to move and you stop the kiss to tell him that. “Start mov-” you get cut off by the sound of your phone ringing as it somehow ended up at the edge of the bed (probably fell out of your pocket when Rafayel took off your pants). You turn to look at it but Rafayel pretends he didn’t even hear it, still kissing at your neck. “See, we should have just went to the exhibition,” you say as you push against his shoulder. “That’s probably Thomas, let me answer it. Maybe we can still salvage this.” At that, Rafayel finally stops and looks at you. You expect him to pull out and let you answer the phone but instead, he sits up on his knees and reaches for the phone, answering it. Your eyes go wide and you start yelling his name, but he shushes you and grins calmly while talking to Thomas.
At first it’s manageable; Rafayel is making up an excuse about why you both couldn’t make it and Thomas is taking it marginally well. But then he keeps talking, the collaborators seem to be on the phone and he starts moving. The first time catches you off guard and you moan. Rafayel puts his finger up to his lips telling you to be quiet but he doesn’t stop. You don’t have faith you can just keep your mouth shut so you grab a pillow to plaster on top of your face. He stops thrusting into you and you think he finally has some sense, but then he’s pulling the pillow down just enough so you can see his face and mouths, “Look at me,” starting up his thrusting again a bit faster then before. His hips slam against your ass with each thrust. Every time you close your eyes or cover them with the pillow he stops, it’s maddening.
You guess you took too long to open your eyes this time because he completely takes away the pillow tossing it away. The phone is still to his ear but he’s thrusting harder than ever, using his free hand to play with your clit. Biting your lip, covering your mouth, nothing seems to be able to prevent you from making noise. It’s so frustrating you even consider snatching the phone and hanging up. He changes the angle thrusting into your walls while your hole sucks him in; you feel lightheaded from the pleasure.
Now, you have to hang up the phone or else everyone is going to hear your dirty little noises. You don’t know where you get the energy from but you sit up just enough to grab the phone out of his hands; he doesn’t even fight you for it. You find out why when you check the phone to see it’s not even on. Rafayel sees you come to the realization that he tricked you and quickly takes the phone back, tossing it somewhere random. His hands are on your hips keeping you in place, forcing you to meet each of his quick, heavy thrusts.
“You jerk, when did you hang up,” you gasp out between moans.
“You would know if you kept your eyes on me like I said,” he murmured against your skin. He was so gentle yet merciless; the kisses soft and lingering, the bites just tugs at the skin, but so unrelenting it drives you crazy. Even when he has your breasts in his mouth he licks and sucks so meticulously, like he’s savoring every molecule of you. Tongue swirling around your areola, teeth scrapping and pulling on your nipple; the leftover saliva and cold air when he leaves makes them perk up even more, begging for attention. But you can’t take anymore, your fingers tug at his hair trying to get him to put his mouth anywhere else but your chest. He stays there unbudging.
“Enough, why are you focusing there for so long?” You sob out.
He finally lets go but doesn’t move away, “It’s something that makes both of us feel good, why would I stop?” He punctuates with a kiss.
“Everything you do feels good so please…” You whisper.
He’s blushing; his ears, his cheeks a pretty shade of red, then he’s nodding and suddenly your fingers are laced together, your hands pinned by each side of your head. “Ok,” he sighed devoutly, “Ok, I’ll make us both feel good. So, so good.” He picks up the pace, fucking into you with abandon. You wrap your legs around him meeting each of his thrusts, which forces out your open mouth moans. He swallows each one, chases your tongue wherever it goes, and licking the roof of your mouth. He seems to revel in your pleasure, your noises making him more eager, your twitches and spasms making him more aggressive.
“Fay, gonna come. I’m gonna come soon,” you moan out between kisses. “Okay baby, let’s come together,” he rasps out. He lets one hand go in favor of wrapping it around your waist, pulling you up a bit to get the angle you like and letting your breasts rub against him. It’s not long before he’s moaning and whining, “coming” into your ear. As soon as you cum you feel his hot semen pouring into you. He stutters to a stop letting it gush out in the deepest parts of you. You can hear him murmuring repeats of your name and how good it feels, while you try to catch your breath.
“So, one more round?” You slap his arm when he says this pushing to get him off of you.
“You need to take your suit off. It’ll be a pain to clean later if we keep messing around.” You get off the bed heading to the bathroom, Rafayel following.
“And then round two?”
“I want to shower… and then round two”
Rafayel brightens at the response, “In the tub?” You nod, speeding up to hurry and turn on the water. “Aren’t you glad we didn’t go?” he gloats. You roll your eyes telling yourself he’s gonna go to the next event for sure and you’ll never wear that damn perfume again.
Well, maybe.