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Rafe is definitely tender-headed, but there was something irresistible about the way your nails sank into his scalp, desperately clawing at his hair that had him in literal tears.
He's a whimpering mess, hastily rutting into you, adrenaline coursing through him while you yanked at his dark strands, his face buried into your neck because he refuses to be caught crying as he empties himself into you.
His high fading with him rubbing his spent member on your sticky inner thighs, pressing stuttering kisses against your collarbone.
It was perfect, one of the best things about sex with Rafe, it worked every time.
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"What do you mean you want to cut your hair?"
Your voice rang out through the speaker of Rafe's car, the bass was so loud you could almost hear your shock return through the stereo.
Rafe leaned his head back against the driver’s seat, a hand resting on the gear shift, the other running over his hair, a smile he tried to suppress cracking through as he heard you panic.
When he didn't respond back you switched the audio call to a video, the request popping up on his screen.
"Please tell me you're joking," you were unsure, seeing him snicker in the front seat, while he kept his eyes on the road.
Was he serious about that? If so, why?
He cleared his throat, fixing his eyes on you, paused in real time.
Your hair was wrapped, secure in a nice scarf, and you were in a white tee, your arms propping your head up, but also squishing your breasts together while the rested against the counter.
His tongue slides over his lower lip, pulling it back into a smile before he answered. "I wanna try something different," that answered about as many questions were asked, but of course you had more.
You were trying to get to the bottom of this because when he left that morning, literally two hours ago, that wasn't even on his schedule.
"You know what? I'm gonna see you when you get home," this had to be dealt with in person. "Mmhm, see you when you get here."
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"Why would you ever want to get rid of this?" Your fingers raked through sweaty locs, pushing stray stands out of his face, sweeping them back into a firm grasp.
He winced, a whimper rolling from his parted lips as he sheathed himself into you trying to find sanctuary in your gummy walls.
The pain shifted into adrenaline, and Rafe had that same look in his eye, when he's bordering tears, his irises darken, and his bottom lip get tucked between his teeth, doing nothing to hide his heavy panting letting you know he was close.
"Damn baby," he exclaimed, resisting your clutch, "you keep gripping my shit like that and I may not have to wait,"
And you did, your grip tightened when he threatened to wiggled free, but it was loosing traction when he latched his lips to your nipples, nibbling on them, and soothing it over with his tongue.
His strong arms dipped beneath you, stacking against your lower back as he pressed his face further into your chest, sinking his teeth into various spots.
He rutted his hips against yours feverishly, squeezing your body against his with every thrust while you worked to sooth the sting of your iron grip with kisses to his forehead. Sweet nothings whispered to him coaxing his climax as he pumped into you. Pushing you further into the mattress, arching your back against his arms, your legs around his waist, and his tall frame blanketing over you while his dick twitched against your folds, pumping himself inside you as he pulled out.
The two of you were a heated mess, Rafe holding one arm tucked behind you, the other came to rest on your stomach, staying between your legs, his elbow towards your hip, shallowly breathing against your skin, he hummed while you massaged his scalp, each delicate stroke a parting gift.