LOVER, Rafael Barba

𝘔𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘏𝘪𝘮 (𝗧𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆 𝗙𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗔𝗰𝘁𝘀)

Sophie Rollins yawned as she sat at her desk. She looked up as Olivia walked over to her. She smiled. "Tired?" She asked.

Sophie nodded. "Paperwork. Always makes me tired," she said as she stretched. She looked to Olivia. "I thought the captain was coming back?" She asked as she put her pen down.

Olivia sighed. "He will be. This is just a one time thing. It's late. You should get out of here. You'll be as bad as me," she told her.

Sophie grinned. "I think I'll go to the bar. Paperwork drives me absolutely insane," she said with a yawn. "See you tomorrow?"

"Yes. Things are going to be shaken up until the captain comes back. So I'd enjoy your life while you can," Olivia told her.

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Sophie yawned as she sat at the bar. She ordered a drink and smiled. "Thanks," she said. She saw a guy sitting next to her and turned to him. "What did lucky me do to deserve you sitting with me?"

"You looked good."

"Flattery. I love it," Sophie said as she grinned. She took a sip of her drink and smiled. "Sophie. And you?"

"Rafael."

Sophie nodded and grinned. She looked to him. "Interesting name. Suits you. I'd have thought you were a Michael," she told him.

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Rafael lifted her into his arms and kissed her lips heatedly.  He put her on the floor and they started taking off each others clothes.

He chuckled on his path to her lips, but didn't linger long.

Kisses trailed down her chest then stomach, his fingers tugging the underwear off as his body shifted lower on the bed.

Sophie panted when he lowered his head, her chest rising and falling, temporarily blocking her view when his tongue made contact.

Green orbs connected with hers on her exhale and she maintain the contact until her chest lifted again. Using the break to shift her attention to the ceiling.

He could already hear her labored breaths and involuntary moans, he didn't need to see the desperation in her eyes as well.

The tongue tormenting her clit became more focused, swirling and flicking, those fingers working their way into her.

Curling toward a spot that made her her insides constrict around them. He shouldn't be able to push her that close that quickly, but he had.

His lips wrapped her sensitive nub, grazing his tongue over the tip that had only been made more responsive by the gentle suction.

She was convinced his motivation was to prove he had more control of her body than she did. One hand tightened around his comforter, the other gripped onto a section of his hair as her back arched.

The jerking of her hips—a telltale sign of her release—prompted no relenting on his part. Sophie groaned louder than she'd intended, the fingers clamped within his hair tugging his head backwards until he finally eased his mouth from her.

She caught the brief smile, but chose to ignore it as he kissed up her torso, tonguing the nipple he'd neglected earlier on his path to her lips.

She could feel him teasing her opening. "Rafi..."

"Yes." He hummed, shifting kisses to her neck as his hands roamed freely.

"Do you have a condom?" She whispered the question. Knowing that she didn't want a baby from a one night stand.