(No Prompt)
(Warnings: smut, cursing, dominant! Barba)
He wouldn't be home for another several hours at least, which gave you time to argue with yourself a hundred times over. You were never awake at that time of night unless something was bothering you. And, in this case, it was a desperate need of a release.
You sat on the bed, grabbing Rafael's pillow and circling your arms around the cool fabric. It smelled of him. It smelled of him in a way that ceaselessly reminded you of the last time the two of you had been intimate. You could still feel his calloused hands roaming over your body, the heat of his breath against your neck. His tongue on your...
With the pillow in your arms, you leaned back onto the bed and sighed. It was so easy to melt into your memories that you could see and feel every moment.
It began when he came home from a particularly long day at work. Now, normally you would have been in bed already, but you were up rather late with your studies. The sigh that came from Rafael was deep and resonated in his chest as he sat on the couch. He slouched, nearly doubled over with his head in his hands, and he let out a tired aching groan.
You walked to the couch from your chair and sat on the back of the couch, feet resting on the cushions on either side of him. You leaned over and grabbed his shoulders gently, pulling him up so that he rested against the back of the couch with his head between your legs. Your hands slipped into his hair and you played with each strand between your delicate fingers.
It wasn't long before a soft, guttural moan lifted through his body, his eyes closed with a much needed sense of relaxation. Your hands traveled down to his shoulders and began to work out his rock solid kinks. You dug your thumbs in where he needed it, listening for his reactions, and continued to slowly lead your hands downward. As you leaned over to reach further down his back, you began to press kisses against his bare neck.
He wasn't shy about letting you hear his appreciation for the way your hands moved against his body. Your arms circled around him to his chest and you began tracing your fingers up and down almost teasingly slow. It was especially easy to draw those sounds you loved from him now as you nibbled his neck.
"You're playing a dangerous game..."
You smiled against his skin.
"Do you want me to stop...?" you mumbled, knowing full well what his answer would be.
"Don't you fucking dare..."
And with that, you let your hand drift down towards a less-than-inconspicuous bulge in his now tightened dress slacks. There was a hitch in his breath that you could both hear and feel as you daintily drifted your fingertips across the fabric. A fabric which Rafael was becoming very tired of being between your body and his. This dislike of clothing was merely increased as you slid down behind him on the sofa, your body and your chest pressing against his back as you continue to elicit those delectable sounds from him.
It was then that he grabbed your wrist and flipped around, pressing himself against you. One of his knees pressed between your thighs as one of yours did the same. His firm hands were wrapped around your forearms and his green eyes were dark and fiery with lust.
"Are we going to play it your way now?" you asked with a faint, crooked smile, your eyes trailing down to his lips.
Rafael didn't bother answering you, instead pressing his lips against yours wrecklessly, hungrily. He bit your bottom lip and demanded access to your mouth, slipping his tongue in with a low growl. Within moments, one of his hands were underneath your shirt and cupping your breasts. A whimpering moan slipped out of your mouth and he gripped onto your hair with his free hand. This action in particular drew out a loud cry from you. He drew back and watched as you panted softly, your cheeks flushed and pink.
"Are you okay?" he asked quietly. He glanced over your face to search for any trace of hesitation or lack of consent. He had seen too many cases with the special victims unit to take your cries for granted.
You let his hands trace circles over your skin and you gazed up at him. "Rafael..."
His tie was soon wrapped around your hand and you pulled him down onto you again. Your lips crashed against his and you melted under his weight, but he pulled away again. He planted kisses on your neck and behind your ear.
"No, I need to hear it..."
For some reason, it had embarrassed you to give your consent in such an explicit way. It felt like you were verbally exposing that you had already become aroused.
"Please.." you squeaked out, loosening your grip on his tie and tugging on the buttons of his shirt. "I really want you to..."
A soft moan slipped out as you felt his tongue against your neck and you felt him increase the pressure between your legs. When you bucked your hips helplessly, it caused him to chuckle, which in turn made your cheeks redden.
"Come on." He pulled back completely to your dismay only to scoop you up into his arms and carry you into the bedroom. It was there that things truly began to escalate.
There was something to be said about the way Rafael could simply let loose in bed with you. For all he had to see and hear in his profession, he was- in short terms- not a vanilla lover. You knew he was ashamed of it at times but you loved every second of it.
He threw you down onto your back on top of the covers and was on top of you within moments. His kisses became feverish and he rocked his hips against you with earnest grunts of need. Once he heard your delicate moans rising from your throat, he sat up. He was straddled over you and his hips still pressed forward enough to keep yours stationary.
"You've been naughty, haven't you? Teasing me like that..." his hands loosened his tie from around his neck and his eyes seemed to flash.
"Are you going to offer me a deal, Counselor?" you teased further, biting your lip as you watched his hands readily.
"A deal? Oh, no." The corner of his mouth curled up into a smirk as he slid the tie from his shoulders. "You've got nothing to offer."
He grabbed your wrists and lifted them above your head. You breathed in his cologne as his chest was hovering over you; he was tying you to the headboard with hands that were nearly trembling with excitement. With one final tug, he leaned back to admire his work and began to rub his hands over your waist.
"So what's my sentence?"
He didn't answer you, instead sliding his hands underneath your shirt and sliding it up as his hand glided over your stomach. When his hands reached your bra, he lifted it and freed your breasts with ease, watching in delight as your cheeks brightened to a faded pink. His tongue found your nipples, causing a soft and delicate cry from you as they erected beneath his touch. One hand continued playing as the other trickled down and found a home between your thighs.
It was a gentle pressure he applied at first, sliding his fingers along the length of your folds, and all too tantalizing. He kept an intense watch on your expression. You couldn't hold back your hips when he began to focus on your clit, letting out a whimper as you surged your hips forward. He pulled his hand away and tilted his head slightly. The corners of his lips curled into an arrogant smirk.
"Now, who said you were allowed to do that?"
You squirmed beneath him and bucked again just for the hell of it, unable to hide the playful smile from your mouth.
"Do what?" you asked, batting your eyes.
"You fucking tease...~"
He slid himself down and pulled your legs over his shoulders. There was a tense moment as you bit your lip and waited, and he didn't make you wait much longer. His warm mouth soon made contact with your heat and he let out a moan into your folds. His tongue slid between the lips and he slid up until he passed over your clit, pausing to swirl his tongue in a slow clockwise circle.
How you wished you could slip your hands into his dark hair and take hold, but all you could to was tug at the tie, digging your nails into the material and moaning. Not wanting to risk him pulling his tongue away from you, you refused to buck your hips forward and instead elected to arch your back. You panted softly and tried to hold back the sounds in your throat as he slowly devoured your pussy and turned you into something of a quivering mess.
You let him know you were getting close and almost wished you hadn't-- he gave one last stroke to your clit before he pulled his face away. His fingertips had left impressions in the flesh of your thighs, which he now kissed as he straightened himself. Your legs were left to fall to the wayside as he came up. He managed to move to where he was almost straddling your shoulders, his bulge poised in front of your face (or more particularly, your mouth).
"Well, you can't use your hands, now can you? You'll have to think of some other way to help me out..."
No sooner had he finished the sentence did you have your teeth on his zipper, dragging it down. You nearly did the same to the hem of his briefs, but he beat you to it and released his cock before your eyes. It was no secret that he was well endowed in comparison to other men, but seeing it so close made it feel like even more of a daunting task to undertake.
"You want it, don't you?" he asked, holding his girth in one hand and your chin in his other. "You'll have to open wide..."
He gave your jaw a little squeeze as though to encourage you and you obeyed. A moan slipped through you as he pushed his member into the warm and wet chasm of your mouth. You could feel his strong, rough hand gripping tightly onto your hair as he began to thrust. Your breath caught in your throat once he began and you pulled at your restraints.
It wasn't an unpleasant feeling to have your mouth stretched around his dick, not to mention it certainly wasn't the first time it had been there. You knew the way Rafael liked it: how he preferred to control the speed and the roughness at which he went, and how it drove him crazy when you would lift your tongue and play with him as he did just that. And it was the way you played with him that made him go at you a bit more aggressively.
It wasn't long before you could feel his movements start to get more rugged, but he wasn't about to let himself finish yet either. He pulled out with heavy, rough breathing and cleared his throat, watching as you took in gulps of air and let saliva drip from the corners of your mouth.
He let his breathing return to normal and he moved himself so he was once again between your legs. His cock twitched a little as he spread your legs again, spreading your pussy open a tad with his thumb. It was dripping wet for him, and you shifted your hips slightly in eagerness. Knowing how close he had come to finishing not too long ago, you couldn't imagine that he would neglect you for too long before satisfying both your needs.
Indeed you were right about that and he was, within moments, pushing himself into you with a low, guttural moan. He watched your body jerk beneath him-- especially your breasts as they bounced-- as he rhythmically threw his hips into yours, and he seized your body with his hands. Groping, squeezing, claiming your flesh as his own. You lost yourself in your cries and the lewd expressions on your face only heightened his thrill.
You could remember the moment of climax distinctly, and were nearing the recollection in your mind when you heard a creaking on the floor. Your eyes flashed open and met a solid green stare. Rafael was finally home and had been watching you intently.
Your cheeks flushed and gave off an intense warmth as he circled the bed, loosening his tie and keeping his eyes on you.
"How long have you been home, Rafael?" you managed to whisper, hiding the majority of your face behind his pillow.
"Long enough," he responded, sitting on the edge of the bed and sliding his hand up your leg and brushing up the edge of your shorts. "Long enough to hear you moaning my name..."
Your blush deepened and you heard him chuckle. He was amused and delighted by you and he pulled his pillow from your hold, drawing you into a kiss.
"Well, why don't you let me help you out with what you started?" he mumbled against your lips, and you felt his hand reaching underneath your shorts. You had a long night ahead of you.
Of course, you were far from complaining.