Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r F o r t y - F i v e

Y/n's POV:

Walking in the apartment, I hear Rafe losing the doo behind us, his eyes land on mine,

'I've been waiting for so long Y/n.' He whispers, stepping closer to me,

Memories from the first time linger in my head, Sam location, same timeline, his face illuminated by the twinkling lights from the outside the same way, however there was something different, not entirely sure what...

'Remember when we were in a similar position hm?' He asks, 'you against the wall, we were yelling, and I said that I 'probably' hate you even more, remember princess?' He asks, I am now against the wall once again, his fingers tracing down my shoulders as he examines me from above, 'well, by then I was certain that it wasn't probably, it was for sure...' he says, that's not extremely reassuring,

He bends lower as his dark and murky voice hits my ear, 'But I wish I could've said what i actually meant then' He whispers, i get the innuendo as my eyes widen, he didn't mean 'hate' did he?...

'I am not sure what you're doing to me Y/n, but it affects me, more than you could possibly imagine...' He groans whilst running his hands down my body,

'Let me...' I whisper as I bend lower and get on my knees in front of him,

He smirks and grabs the back of my head, his other hand grabbing the edge of the same counter,

He tugs at my hair tighter once I touch him, he grunts and cranes his head backwards, cursing a silent and under his breath 'Fuck Y/n...'

I can feel the hard erection against my fingers that bulges in his trousers, unzipping them, I take off his trousers with his belt as his length sprung out, I glance at the counter he is holding on to, his knuckles hue in white pigment from the force he is putting against the counter,

His hand clamps my hair in a handful as he moans quietly my name, over and over again, pleasing my ears, shit...

I then grasp it with my hands, caressing it slowly and picking up the pace,

'Fuck Y/n, just like that, right there...' He groans,

I then lean in and take him in my mouth, he throws his head back and grunts, grabbing my hair tighter as he begins to move it himself, grunting my name at each time I take it in and out,

Picking up the pace, he moves my head quicker,

'I am so fucking close-shit,' He groans, as at the final crescendo I take him in and remain in the same position, letting him finish in me,

He garbs me and pulls me closer, grunting,

As then I feel his release in my mouth, He breathe heavily and glances at me, smiling,

I instinctively swallow as he nods and appreciation,

'My good-little girl.' He whispers, raising me higher to stand up,

He then grasps me by my waist and effortlessly takes me on his torso as I wrap my legs around him,

Holding me tightly, he sits me on the counter, leaning back, his eyes linger leisurely over me, his lips scatter over my neck, I can sense the marks it will leave afterwards, him tracing lower and lower,

I grasp his hair, craning my head back and giving him better access, moaning his name quietly,

He begins to unbutton my shirt, tossing it aside, he unclamps my top lingerie and does the same with my bottoms, his right palm grasps my breasts as his left one balances itself on my waist, pulling me even closer as I gasp at the sudden motion of his hands,

He smirks and once again, without a reserved warning, he slips in,

We both gasp at the same time, he pulls me closer and places his head on my shoulder, thrusting into me, roughly,

He then leans back and clasps my throat, holding me still,

'No one can make you feel the way I can, clear?' It sounded certain, as if I don't even require to answer that, it is obvious,

'Yes, clear.' I utter through as h pounds even harder, holding me by my waist, I was already so close to finding that sweet release,

'Fuck Y/n.' He groans,

'Rafe!' I cry out, unable to contain the way he makes me feel,

'I am so close!' I groan,

'No, not yet.' He demands, thrusting even harder, I feel my legs shaking as I beg for the release,

He then grunts, 'Together...in three,'

'Two..'

As then, we both came, loud moans for each other, it felt so good, so, so good

'Fuck Y/n...' He mutters beneath his breath, our hearts palpitating and the perspiration fondling against each other as he holds me closely to him, not letting go,

We begin to balance our cathartic breaths, as he plants a kiss on my forehead, staying in that position for a while before pulling away and looking into my eyes, cupping my chin and whispering,

'You are irresistible...Mrs. Cameron.'