Rafael Martinez Part 2

Brooke lets go of my hand to wrap her arms around my neck, her body pressing against mine, and my arms instinctively encircle her waist. Her eyes meet mine, and the green all around us seems to dream of the day it might shine as brightly as hers. She moistens her lips, drawing my gaze, and I follow the motion of her tongue before looking back into her eyes and slowly eliminating the space between our mouths.

My tongue finds hers, and I swear my intention was a soft kiss, but her taste ignites something in me. My hands slide down to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh, and the moan Brooke lets out against my lips makes me growl in response.

"Better stop attacking me, babygirl, before we’re caught by another family."

"I was the one attacking you now?"

"Of course. I thought we had already established that."

"Alright, alright." She throws her hands up in surrender and steps back, and I immediately miss her touch.

She leans on the railing, and I do the same.

"Thank you for bringing me here. I loved it."

I drape an arm around her shoulders and kiss the top of her head. We stay there, embraced, watching the waterfall for a while. I’ve always liked coming here—it reminds me of one of the trails I used to hike with my brothers when I was a kid. So whenever I miss my family too much, I come here. And being able to share this place with my blonde makes it even more meaningful.

"Do you remember what you told me the day before I was taken?" she asks without looking at me.

The sudden change in subject catches me off guard, and it takes a moment to dig up the memory. It's been almost three months, though it feels like years—but I finally remember.

"I said I was in love with you."

"You thought you were," she corrects, turning to me, and I wrap my arms around her waist.

"I’m not confused anymore, babygirl." She smiles, but her gaze remains distant.

"I thought about that a lot while I was there, during the moments they left me alone. I kept thinking how I’d never get the chance to answer you, to tell you how I feel..."

"You don’t have to talk about that, Brooke. That’s not why I brought you here."

"I know. But Dr. Luana said it’s an important step to open up about what happened—not to force it, but not to hold back if I feel the urge to speak. Pretending it didn’t happen doesn’t make my trauma any less real, it just gives it more power to keep me stuck in the past."

I need to give that psychologist a raise.

"I already knew that day that I was in love with you, Raffi. But when I came back, I didn’t feel worthy of that feeling, of you," she confesses.

I have to fight the urge to laugh—she’s got to be kidding. In what universe would this woman not be worthy of anything? I hold her face in my hands, my thumb caressing her cheek. The vulnerability returns to her expression.

"Brooke Roberts, you will always be worthy of my love. It’s unconditional and all yours. Understand this: you own my heart, my soul, my cock—there’s no part of me that doesn’t love you completely..."

Words were never my strength, so I give up trying to explain and choose to show her instead. My body has always communicated better with hers anyway.

I press our lips together in a fiery kiss that I hope conveys all my love, desire, and devotion. This woman is everything to me, and I need her to understand that—to accept that she is my future. Our tongues tangle and explore.

My hands roam her body, committed to memorizing every curve. When one of my palms cups her breast, she arches into me, pushing against me.

The blonde explores my body on her own, one of her hands sliding up my arm until it reaches my nape. Her fingers weave into my hair, pulling my head toward her like she’s trying to defy physics and fuse our bodies. Our kiss deepens, her body demanding more, and mine eager to answer every plea.

I trail kisses along her jaw, her chin, down her neck, but she pulls me back. The desire in her eyes must be a mirror of mine. I don’t know if she jumped into my arms or if I pulled her, but somehow her legs are wrapped around my waist.

Brooke moans when she feels my erection.

"I need to feel you," I plead, and she grinds against me, pushing herself into my cock. She nods, and I carry us toward a cluster of trees that might offer us some privacy.

Her mouth claims mine again in another searing kiss that makes my blood boil. My cock throbs in response to the moan that escapes Brooke’s throat as I press her back against the trunk of a tree.

"You have no idea how much I want you, babygirl," I murmur against her lips. "But I fully intend to show you," I add, grinding my body into hers, watching her back arch in response.

"What are you waiting for?" she asks, her voice hoarse with desire. She slides her legs from my waist and stands.

I kiss her again, my hand trailing down her side until I reach the waistband of her shorts. I trace a finger back and forth along the fabric.

My attention stays on Brooke’s face as she bites her lower lip to hold back her moans. The blonde gasps when my hand slips past both her shorts and panties in one go, finding her dripping pussy. My cock swells even more at how ready she is for me. My fingers tease her entrance, gliding up and down a few times.

"Raffi," she whimpers my name, her hand covering mine and squeezing. "Please."

I smile at her and slide two fingers inside, curling them within her as she lets her head fall back. I use my thumb to massage her clit while my fingers fuck her entrance. I love seeing her like this—surrendered to pleasure. It doesn’t take long for her to start writhing against my hand, riding my fingers, her moans growing increasingly breathless.

Her hand grabs my bicep and she crushes her mouth against mine to muffle the scream as she comes all over my fingers. I let her ride out every wave of pleasure before withdrawing, and under her lustful gaze, I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck off her arousal.

"Delicious," I growl. "Fuck, I need to be inside you right now, babygirl."

She smirks wickedly and turns around, sticking out her round ass and leaning against the tree in front of her. I lean over her, my erection nestled between her cheeks, and ask in her ear:

"This how you want me?"

Her answer is to rub her ass against my cock, making me groan in her ear—and I swear I see her shiver at the sound. I grind into her delicious ass, teasing her over her clothes while reaching into my pocket for a condom. Once I find it, I grip it between my teeth and slide Brooke’s clothes down her legs, my hands caressing the inside of her thighs as they rise. I strip off my own clothes and she turns to watch, licking her lips as her gaze follows my hand rolling the condom down my length.

I brush my cock against her entrance, using her own arousal as lube. She moans and pushes back, seeking more contact.

I grip her hips and slide into her slowly, savoring the feeling of her pussy hugging me inch by inch.

"See how perfect you are for me?" I ask when I’m fully buried inside her. "How divine our fit is?"

I start to move, pulling out nearly all the way before thrusting back in, gradually increasing the pace until our moans mix with the sound of the waterfall. The risk of being caught only fuels my need to claim her as mine just as much as I’m hers. I alternate between short, quick thrusts and long, deep strokes. Brooke’s moans grow louder. I feel my girlfriend begin to tense, her walls squeezing my cock.

"I love you, babygirl," I declare, and feel her clench and unravel around me, the way her body grips me pushing me to the edge.

"Remember when I said this park was my favorite place?" I ask.

"Yeah," she moans, her hands gripping the trunk as she rides the last waves of her orgasm.

"I was wrong. My favorite place is right here," I say, thrusting into her until my abdomen presses against her ass, her final contraction sending me over the edge. "Buried inside you."