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She felt his nose graze over her embarrassingly soaked panties - a dark navy blue that did nothing to hide the splotch of wetness that was her arousal. A shuddered breath wracked out of her parted mouth at the teasing rove. Didn’t he know she couldn’t take the teasing anymore? Weeks with him in front of her, their angry, lust-filled gazes staring one another down while they distracted themselves with one task or the next was frustration enough. His barked out orders would piss her off as much as it would remind her of his taunts when they were naked and together, her blonde locks tight in his fist while he demanded raunchy, other things from her - things she was more than eager to please him with. His grating remarks reminded her of when she would snap right back, polite in tone but the rakish intent for later promised in them anyway. All those tiny little passive aggressive fights they had in the past week should have made her bitter and resentful but it only had her thinking of him late at night when the only man who she should be thinking of taking to her bed was her boyfriend.<br/>
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She <i>needed</i> Rafael the way she needed him back then. Aven was about to push his mouth onto her soaking slit when his warm hands gripped onto her tight waist, fingers hooked into the panties she wore, and tugged them off forcefully. A gust of cold waved over her soaking pussy but it was Rafael’s azure gaze that heated her right back up. She spread her legs for him wider - as wide as she could with the fabric pooled at her ankles.<br/>
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“Don’t be mean,” she couldn’t help but groan out just as her name left that delectable mouth of his, the vibrations of it tremoring over her soaked cunt. A shuddered noise escaped Aven’s tongue. “I love it when you say my name, Rafael,” Aven admitted softly. He kissed her there first - soft, sweet ones that had Aven’s hips lightly shifting because of the wet sensation of his mouth versus the harsh prickle of his stubble. She adored the contrast and Rafael, the master on the language of her body, utilized it in the best manner possible.<br/>
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Thankfully, Rafael decided to save his teasing for another time because his tongue slipped in and out of her leisurely as if they had all night to kiss and taste and rememorize. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head delicately, fingers running through his dark hair decadently. Aven itched to reach for his jeans and tug them off. She wanted to feel Rafael pulse and ache for her in her palm. Her impatience matched his because Rafael was kissing a path right back up, leave her coated in her essence as his mouth delved deep onto hers and his two fingers curled between the apex of her thighs. Aven’s hips jerked up violently, a flood of pleasure tickling her. “I missed you too,” she whispered against his tongue, hand slipping down to the front of his prominent bulge. She leaned against him while he fucked her with his fingers to get better access to him, palming him down and moaning.<br/>
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She craved this with him, but her body begged to unite with his. While Rafael worked to strip down his jeans hurriedly, Aven kicked off the offensive fabric looped around her ankles. No barrier held her back now. Her one hand rested back to brace herself on the counter while the other wrapped around Rafael like a vine, tugging him in. His raging tip pulsed at her entrance and Aven stared down at them, anticipation shaking her body.<br/>
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"Rafael!" Aven shoved a palm into her mouth to keep her screaming on the low, thighs tightening at the way his hips fully delved into hers. He sunk into her so <i>fucking</i> well. Her pussy clasped against him tight, accepting him wholly.  A shot of wetness slicked between her thighs immediately and Aven’s ankles found a place by Rafael’s rear.<br/>
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The thrusts that came after were feral. Punishing. Each thrust punctuated by the sound of skin slapping against skin. It was as if he were chastising her for running away from him so reckless and without a single word, bottoming himself out into her to show her what she missed and decided to deprive herself from.<br/>
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Aven responded with just as much fervor, anger and desire tearing into the fabric of her being. She matched his intensity as if to write out her own words. She missed him. She wanted him. Only he could ever make her feel like she was losing her damn freaking mind before huddling her close and being that center that made sense.<br/>
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 Aven’s lengthy legs hooked around his waist tight, hips flinching upward with every carnal thrust so that he could dive into her faster. Harder. Smoother. Her soaking cunt clenched and twisted around him tight, begging for him to continue his sweet assault on her until they were nothing but heavy bones and slick skin. “You feel so good Rafael,” her voice broke apart as his tip found a place right at the sensitive flesh in her spongy walls and his hands found purchase of her sensitive breasts. Aven’s lips peeled out a needy moan, the nails on her hand that gripped his shoulder digging tight into him. “Right there. Rafael, right there, please,” Aven begged quietly in gasps, diving her lips on the swath of skin between his shoulder and neck. She kissed him there hard, fervent kisses that resolved to not stop because of how fucking good he tasted. Her teeth scraped over the areas she kissed lavishly before she sucked hard at the place where shoulder and throat met,  just at the brink of leaving a mark. A frustrated growl thrummed from her throat. The sex was familiar but so was <i>this</i>. Keeping apart the evidence of leaving her mark because he wasn’t hers to do so.<br/>
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The thought should have turned her off, but it rooted at the sinner in her. She didn’t feel like he wasn’t hers. Not with the way Rafael was pounding into <i>her</i> like she were his water and he was the man thirsting for her. The idea of it had Aven’s center clenching around his thick, veiny cock deliriously and had the coils in her lower stomach tightening with need. She was <i>so</i> close. Aven’s nose grazed over his neck before her mouth steamed over his ear. She nibbled on the shell of it, shoving herself so tight against him that her breasts mashed into his covered chest. Her hand rakishly slipped down between their joined sexes and her palms found a way to his balls, forcing his thrusts to shorten so that she could play with him.<br/>
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“Cum in me, Rafael. Fill me up. I’m so close baby, I’m right there for you,” she encouraged.<br/>
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