#baseballplayer!rafeau

The sun had just begun to set as the waves gently lapped against the shore, painting the sky in strokes of orange, pink, and deep purple. The salty breeze was warm against your skin as you leaned back in your lounge chair, watching Noelle run toward the water, her little feet kicking up soft white sand.

“She’s never going to want to leave,” you mused, smiling as you felt Rafe’s arms snake around your waist from behind.

“She’s got the right idea,” he murmured against your neck. “you don’t ever want to leave either.”

Lacey, sitting under a wide umbrella with a book in her lap, looked up with a smirk. “She’s living the dream. Can’t blame her.”

Rafe chuckled, his breath tickling your skin before he kissed your shoulder. The man was still glowing from his World Series win, his championship ring catching the sun as he reached for his drink. He had earned this vacation, we all had, but him most of all.

The day had been nothing short of perfect. Noelle played in the sand, splashing in the waves with Rafe as you snapped pictures, loving how much joy shone on both their faces. Lacey had been a godsend, keeping an eye on her when we needed a moment to breathe and simply take in the beauty of our family home.

By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, Noelle was exhausted, and Lacey took her inside to get her cleaned up and tucked into bed. Rafe and you took the opportunity to slip away for a quiet dinner in town, just the two of you. It had been forever since you’d had a night like this—no noise, no interruptions, just us, good food, and a few drinks.

When we returned, the house was silent, save for the faint sound of the ocean outside. Lacey had taken care of everything, and Noelle was fast asleep in her room. Rafe and you retreated to your master bedroom, the warm night air inviting the two of you onto the balcony, where the private hot tub sat waiting.

The water was the perfect temperature, steam rising into the night as we sank in, letting the tension of the last few months melt away. Rafe pulled you into his arms, his hands running up and down your back as you nestled against his chest.

“You know,” he murmured, voice low and husky from the whiskey he’d had at dinner. “you think you like you best like this.”

“Like what?” you tilted your head back to look at him, your lips curving.

“Relaxed. Happy. Barely dressed.” He smirked, his fingers tracing slow circles on your thigh.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it.”

You did. More than anything.

A warmth that had nothing to do with the hot tub spread through me, and before you could think twice, you shifted, straddling his lap. His hands immediately settled on your waist, gripping just hard enough to make your breath hitch. His gaze darkened, the teasing glint giving way to something deeper, something more consuming.

“You,” he murmured, his voice dropping as his fingers trailed along your spine, “are everything.”

And then his lips were on yours, hot and demanding, sending a shiver down your spine despite the warmth surrounding us. you melted into him, your fingers threading through his damp hair, holding him close as the world outside disappeared.

Your hands moved to the waistband of your bikini bottoms, pulling them down. Rafe takes this time to undo the strings of your top.

When you go to sit back onto his lap, Rafe stops you.

"Mm mm, I wanna taste how good my wife is," he says as he sits you on the edge of the tub.

You look down to him and rub the back of his buzzed cut head as he moves closer to your pussy. He flicks his tongue softly over your clit and peppers it with kisses. He then licks a rough strip from your entrance back to the clit, pulling it between his lips and sucking on it.

He devoured you until your legs were shaking and right before you came he pulled away. You looked at his confused and a little angry he left you so close to your high. Rafe stood up from the water and got out of the hot tub. Before you could say anything he yanks you up throwing you over his shoulder.

You're laughing as his as he tosses you onto the bed, neither of you caring that you're still wet. He pulls down his swim trunks and crawls over you.

"Sorry, but I need to feel you come on my cock baby," he moves down to kiss all over your neck.

Rafe slowly pushes himself into you, making you let out a gasp. He always felt so good. Made just for you, you made just for him. All these years later, every inch of him still feels so good. Match made in heaven. During his season, it's hard to have moments like this with him so the complete intimacy of this means the world to both you and him.

Rafe thrusts agonizingly slow. He's savoring every part of you, not wanting the moment to end.

"Rafe...you feel so good," you whispered, your voice trembling with pleasure.

"I know, baby," Rafe replied, his voice low and husky. "I could stay inside you forever."

You moaned as he pulled out almost completely, leaving just the tip of his shaft inside you. "Don't stop," you begged, your hands grasping his hips to pull him back in.

Rafe chuckled and obliged, sliding back into you with a slow, deliberate movement. "I'm not going anywhere," he promised. "I'm going to take my time and make you feel every inch of me."

As he continued to thrust into you at a loving pace, you felt your pleasure building to a fever pitch. "Rafe...please..." you panted, your body arching up to meet his.

"Please what?" Rafe teased, his eyes locked onto yours with a mischievous glint.

"Please go faster," you begged, your nails digging into his skin.

Rafe smiled and shook his head. "Not yet," he said. "I want to savor this moment. I want to watch you come apart at the seams."

You whimpered in frustration as he continued to torment you with slow, gentle thrusts. But despite your protests, you couldn't help but feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"You're so close," Rafe whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "I can feel it. You're going to come for me soon."

As Rafe felt you getting closer to the edge, he picked up the speed of his thrusts, his movements becoming more urgent and intense.

"Yes...oh God, yes," you panted, your hands grasping his hips to pull him in deeper.

Rafe groaned and increased his pace, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. "Come for me," he urged, his lips brushing against your ear. "Let go and come for me."

You moaned as Rafe's words sent shivers down your spine, your body responding to his demands. "I'm...I'm going to come," you whispered, your voice trembling with pleasure.

Rafe's response was a low growl of excitement as he drove into you with renewed intensity. "Now," he whispered, his lips claiming yours in a fierce kiss. "Come now."

You climax hard and Rafe fucks you through your high, his own following shortly after. As Rafe's body tensed up and he began to come, you felt a surge of excitement and pleasure.

"Ah, yes...yes..." Rafe moaned, his voice strained with effort as he pumped into you.

You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as you felt his warm release fill you. "Give it to me," you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear. "Let go and give it all to me," mimicking his previous words.

Rafe's response was a low groan of pleasure as he continued to thrust into you, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. "Oh God...oh God..." he panted, his words trailing off into incoherent murmurs.

As he came, you felt yourself milking him, your muscles clenching around him to squeeze out every last drop. "Yes...yes...come for me," you whispered, your voice husky with excitement.

Rafe's body jerked and convulsed in your arms, his hips pumping wildly as he rode out the waves of pleasure. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he collapsed against you, exhausted and spent.

"You, my wife, are so incredible," Rafe whispered, his lips brushing against your skin.