Begin Again

| Chapter Twenty-Nine |

"Don't call me that," Ruth pouted.

Raffo watched lustfully as she sauntered closer to where he stood under the powerful jet of the water. She slid her arms around his neck and purposely pushed her breasts against his chest, her fingers interlocking behind his head. She hardly ignored the way his breath hitched at the stiffening of her nipples on his skin and how hard he was against her stomach as she smiled sultrily up at him.

"What do you want me to call you then?" he murmured, his hands finding their way to her hips again, squeezing. He took them away from the shower and towards the soap she brought with her from Jana's. Without removing himself from her, he squirted the soap onto her own loofah-bath sponge and slowly rubbed the back of her body down.

It took her a solid minute to find her voice again.

"You already know what I want you to call me," she purred, leaning into his touch as he moved down her back.

"Do I?" he murmured, his voice silk to her ears.

"M—mhmm," she stuttered, shivering under his touch as he moved over the flesh of her backside. His free hand squeezed her flesh hard and she lost what was left of her breath.

Raffo's gaze dripped in desire, much like something else of hers. He moved forward then and pressed a warm kiss to her neck, his tongue collecting water droplets while he washed his girl clean.

"Is it aiukli?" he whispered, drawing the suds up to the sides of her breasts now. She hummed in agreement, her head falling back to grant him more access.

"What else?" she murmured low and hot.

His teeth nibbled along her jaw now. "Sexy," he all but groaned, his free hand squeezing her velvet breast in his hand. She pushed her large chest into his eager hands by arching her back and licked her lips in satisfaction when he rubbed her nipple between two fingers.

Her fingers clenched his hair tightly, and he grumbled in satisfaction.

"More," she encouraged wispily.

"Um i hullo (my love)?"

He drew her under the shower again, helping the water wash the suds from her smooth body with feather-like touches. She shuddered; though she wasn't sure if it was because of the nickname on his skilled tongue, or the way he touched her.

"Closer," she whispered.

His clean fingers moved to the soaked area between her thighs then, jostling her.

"Baby," he purred softly in her ear. He didn't even need a verbal confirmation for that one; her body said it for her. His lips coasted over the corner of hers while she fought to find her breath or her words; whichever came first. But he rendered her speechless. Especially when his fingers expertly rubbed her closer and closer to oblivion.

"You like when I call you baby?" Raffo murmured ever so softly, rubbing a circle around her clit as she propped her foot on the convenient ledge in his shower, beautifully providing him more access. All she could do was cry out in response, but that wasn't what he wanted.

"Use your words, Ruth," he demanded, running the flat of his tongue up her quivering throat.

"I—I love when you call me baby, Raff," she confessed, blissfully.

He pushed a finger into her, and she breathlessly gasped. "Good girl," he cooed, pumping her reward. If she was a river before, she was practically a waterfall now. The slick sound of him fingering her was almost too much to bear as he hit her favorite spot over and over again. Stars were already scattering her vision, her breaths picking up pace, and her need ballooning deep inside her belly. Just a few more strokes and she was sure to come undone.

Raffo pushed her body against the slick shower wall and dropped to his knees below her. She had no time for confusion as he roughly moved her leg off of the ledge to wrap over his shoulder and replaced his fingers with his tongue. Almost immediately he groaned at the taste of her, vibrating her mind, body, and soul. She all but sobbed and screamed as she came onto the tongue that was currently fucking her relentlessly. Her body pulsated and sucked his tongue further in, causing him to groan and her legs to shake.

Ruth's fingers dove into his hair and pulled him impossibly closer as he eagerly lapped her clean. It wasn't until he latched onto her clit that she knew he wasn't done getting his second dessert in.

"Oh, right there, Raff baby," she panted, watching him through half-lidded eyes. The pleasure was nearly too much for her already and she palmed her breasts to relieve the pressure. But he was ravenous, and her body was more than willing to give him what he was craving. So, she let him eat her out until she came again, that time almost as hard as the first.

Ruth needed him inside her. She didn't care that their first time together in three years would be in the shower and not in a bed. She didn't care that her body had came twice already and Raffo needed the sentiment returned. Her mind was too far gone for all that, so she thought nothing of it when she guided his mouth away from her so he could stand up again.

"Pick me up," she demanded, before he could so much as lick her essence off of his glistening lips.

Raffo didn't question her. He quickly wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up, her back still against the wall. Ruth's legs embraced his sides, and she slowly edged her way onto his stiffness, earning a guttural groan in return. His fingers bruised her hips at the sound of her content sigh, having missed how perfect he felt inside of her. His thickness, his length, it was what wet dreams were made of.

"You feel so good, Raff baby," she all but purred, biting her lip.

Feral desire swirled in his pretty brown eyes at the name. "Fuck, your mine," he growled.

He then proceeded to milk out enough orgasms from Ruth to last a lifetime.

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