When it seemed Rafe could take no more, he pulled his hand away and wrapped it around Philippe’s dick again. The damp slide of his hot grasp had Philippe’s hips jerking forward so he could fuck Rafe’s hand.
“I can get you off just like this,” Rafe promised in a low voice. “It probably wouldn’t take more than a few strokes, you’re already so hard in my hand.”
“Oh God, Rafe! No! Please, I want you to fuck me.” He whimpered against the wonderful pleasure streaking through his body. Rafe was right. He would so easily get him off this way, but Philippe wanted to feel Rafe moving inside of him, the wonderful weight of his larger body pressing him down into the mattress.
As if feeling just how close he was, Rafe clamped his fingers around the base of his cock, staving off the orgasm while still thrusting slowly against his ass. “I’m trying to be a good, understanding boyfriend. One who considers what you’ve been through and lets you get the rest you need.” The words came out sounding as if Rafe was talking between clenched teeth.
“A good boyfriend would fuck my brains out right now,” Philippe panted.
“Don’t move, or I’ll tie you down and make sure you don’t come until the sun sets again.”
A tiny little whimper escaped Philippe’s throat, but he didn’t move a muscle as Rafe released him. The bed rocked, followed by the opening and closing of the nightstand drawers. A pleased sound came from Rafe, but it was the plastic snap of a cap that sent goose bumps popping up along Philippe’s flesh.
The bed rocked again as Rafe returned, but rather than the hot press of his body, cool slick fingers slid along his crease. They circled his hole, pressing just a little before moving away again, teasing him. Philippe struggled to hold in all the little noises, struggled to hold perfectly still as he soaked in Rafe’s wonderful touch.
“You’re so perfect,” Rafe whispered. He moved closer so that his chest was touching Philippe’s back again. “I fell for your radiant smile and soft green eyes the first time you looked up at me. I wasn’t sure if it was all a trick. How could anyone look at me with such openness and joy?”
“Rafe.” The single word held all the longing in his heart.
Leaning down, the vampire pressed a kiss to his temple, at the same time pressing one finger inside. “I’ve dreamed of doing this from the second I met you. I want to be inside you, to own this body the way you already own my heart and mind.”
The burn was short and quickly gave way to the most exquisite pleasure. He was lost to the words and sensations Rafe was weaving. Philippe shifted a little, taking more of his finger, and still his body craved more.
“I know, mon ange. I will get you there,” Rafe promised as he added a second finger.
The stretch was slow and methodical. Rafe continued to press little kisses along the side of his face, his shoulder, and down his arm. Philippe hovered in this strange place of being completely relaxed and painfully strung out. His cock throbbed and leaked against his stomach. The long fingers of his growing orgasm picked at his nerves, making his body tingle and ache.
When he was sure he couldn’t take another second, Rafe removed his fingers and grabbed the lube to prep his own dick. A sigh of relief tripped from Philippe’s lips as the slick, blunt head pushed into his hole, sliding easily past well-stretched muscles. They both groaned loudly as Rafe entered him in a single, slow thrust. With his balls pressed against Philippe’s ass, Rafe remained perfectly still, allowing Philippe time to adjust to the new fullness.
Oh, fuck. Rafe’s heat, his thickness. It was so intense. Years had passed since he’d allowed someone inside of his body, and he’d missed it so much. Rafe had one arm under his head, his hand pressed to his chest, holding him tight. He’d forced one leg between Philippe’s and was holding them open while his other hand slowly stroked his cock. Philippe was wrapped in Rafe, so perfectly trapped, and it was a heavenly torture.
Rafe’s movements stayed slow and small at first. Tiny thrusts that were driving them both insane. But Philippe could feel the trembling and the strain of Rafe’s muscles pressed against his body. He was trying so damn hard to be a tender, gentle lover, but it wasn’t what Philippe needed. He wanted to be fucked hard, straight into oblivion.
“Please, Rafe,” he gasped. “Harder. Need you so much harder. Please.”
Muscles bunched for a second, and his only warning was a growl. Rafe quickly withdrew, and Philippe barely had time to draw the breath to complain when he was roughly shoved flat on his stomach. Rafe moved behind him, his knees sinking into the thick mattress as rough fingers bit into Philippe’s hips, pulling his ass into the air.