sofia and rafe having romantic morning sex while cuddling 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
❝ sunday morning, r. cameron. ❞
ooo. 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈… rafe cameron & sofia
ooo. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔… morning sex, cuddles, unprotected sex, married fluff, sleepy kisses, soft!rafe cameron, quiet sex.
ooo. 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔… where they indulge in each other’s bodies on one quiet morning.
ooo. 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔… wrote this after going through major writers block so hopefully you enjoy anon! happy valentine’s day!! hope you’re all getting fucked and being treated like princesses today. ;)
the caress of his nimble fingers gliding down the sinuous slope of her spine is what stirs her awake. she blinks rapidly, rubbing her hand over her heavy-lidded eyes, until the fogginess of her vision clears and she’s met with the sight of him. his face is slightly rosy and flushed from sleep, his features are boyish and relaxed; accentuated by the morning light that poured through the windows. his newly overgrown hair is disheveled atop of his head, loose pieces fray over his forehead.
when she catches his eyes, the corners of his mouth jut upward in a soft smile.
“mornin’,” he murmurs in a decimated octave through the raspiness of his sleep laden voice. he nudges himself closer until he’s flushed up against her body, shrouding her with his body’s warmth that burned between them like a furnace.
a soft chuckle falls off of her lips that’s accompanied with a wide, mirthful smile when he brushes his mouth against her shoulder, decorating her skin with chaste kisses.
his hand slides underneath her (his) loose fitted t-shirt that she’s wearing, coaxing shivers from her when she feels the coldness of his fingers against the contrast of her warm skin. “oh someone woke up eager this morning,” she murmurs, the playful tease catches in the back of her throat when his hand palms her breast. he’s already quick in his dexterous feat as he alternates between squeezing the plush flesh and fondling his thumb over her taut nipples.
he chuckles, abandoning his heed on her breast as he leans forward to meet her mouth in a kiss. “got the world’s most beautiful wife. it’s hard to not be eager at the sight of you,” he rebuttals softly, the sentiment makes her heart swell in adoration.
there’s a soft smile that adorns her face when she looks at him as she playfully her eyes. it’s the same smile that she’s given him since the day that they first met and it never ceases to amaze her at how even through three years of marriage, he was still making her swoon in the same way that he did on that first day.
she reciprocates his fervent kisses, doting in the way he slides his tongue against hers and deepens the kisses when she parts her mouth wider. “sof.” he pleads; the keen is unmistakably desperate and needy.
rafe retracts away slightly to gauge a questioning look at her — one that he doesn’t even have to outwardly vocalize because she felt that same incessant need of wanting him buried deeply inside of her too and it’s translated in the way she arches closer into his touch and moans softly against his mouth. he thumbs at the ends of her underwear, avidly tugging the fabric over her hips and down her legs until they’re pooled around her ankles. he clambers off of her, absentmindedly discarding her arousal slick underwear somewhere forgotten on the carpeted floor.
her shirt follows soon after.
“lay on your side for me, baby,” he avers, doffing out of briefs that accompany her clothes in the strewn pile on the floor.
sofia’s docile as she lays recumbent — shifting the position of her body so that she’s faced away from him. rafe reaches between his legs and grabs ahold of himself; pressing his thumb over the flushed head that was leaking with precum. he uses it as a lubricant; slicking his erected cock completely with the milky fluid.
painstakingly hard and ready to be inside of her again, rafe spoons himself behind sofia, chiseling his body against hers. with his cock still in his hand, he aligned himself at her hole as he pressed a soft kiss against her shoulder. “ready?” she gives him a confirming nod that has him inhaling a soft bated breath as he began to brim her.
it’s a slow breach of him filling inside of her. he’s careful to ease into the intrusion of his penetration; feeling the reflective flutter of her walls as his cock slides against her. he groans, his breath hot against her neck as he allows a moment of adjustment — suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling of being burrowed inside of her.
it’s rafe who initiates the first move — thrusting his hips against her ass as he stuffs her full of his cock; pushing himself so deeply that he feels the stretch of her gaping around him. he continues his feat, stretching her completely until he’s buried at the hilt and left with no other choice but to withdraw.
“you’re, fuck, you’re so perfect,” he says, voice trembles a few octaves from the clouded pleasure. he thrusts his hips in an undulating motion, barricading through her wetness that drenches him, marveling at the delicious tug that she gives in response every time he fucks himself into her.
sofia’s body trembles at the sensitivity and she has to pop her ass back to catch the tip of his cock that’s curled just past her perineum.
she’s panting softly, her hand reaches behind her to grip his forearm to steady herself. rafe’s forehead falls helplessly to her shoulder as he breaths softly in her ear. “fuck,” he groans, though still barely cognizant from his own delirium. “how do you always feel this good?” she whimpers in response, still too dazed from the position that that they’re in to form a coherent thought.
he traced his fingers down her spine and over the curve of her ass, nudging the sheets aside that frustratedly hindered his view. she felt him thrust into her all the way to the hilt, filling her completely, with his body cowering against hers, and his hand holding her hip with a grip that’s tight enough to where she knows he’ll leave bruises.
his fucks himself into her, brushing against her g-spot so perfectly that she gasps shakily into her pillow. and she swears she feels him get bigger inside of her as he reveled at the sounds of her praises.
“rafe!” sofia whimpers, finally catching her breath. her eyes are glossy, mouth parted agape, fingernails biting roughly into his skin. she pivots slightly, turning over so that they’re face-to-face.
he leans forward and slides his mouth over hers, kissing her deeply, tasting and intertwining their tongues together. it’s messy, given the angle of their mouths but neither seems to care. sofia whimpers softly into his mouth as he bites down on her bottom lip. his teeth tug at the plush skin, nipping and biting; his tongue laps over it soothing it to perfection.
she pops her ass back in a ricochet, meeting him thrust for thrust; implementing the same vigor that he’s using. rafe hikes his leg up a bit, alternating the position just slightly to where he’s buried even deeper. “dios mios!”
every penetration feels deeper and better than the last; and he feels so dizzy into it that he swears he can feel himself getting lightheaded. a sticky wetness stains her eyelashes as she feels her eyes lining with tears. she whimpers, her mind’s hazy, her senses are completely disoriented and she’s so full of him that she still feels him inside of her even when he withdraws with abandon.
her breathing hastens when his hand slid down her abdomen and reached in between her thighs to palm the core of her cunt. his forefinger teases against the milky wetness of her slicked lips, gently parting them open.
“fucking hell.” he says, a loud moan slips past his lips at the feeling of her arousal drenching his fingers. “you’re so wet and tight. fuck, sof.” his finger delves into her cunt, causing her body to tremble against him uncontrollably.
her hands reach behind her again, immediately sinking into his hair as an anchor to steady herself.
brushing through the curls he finds down there, rafe descended lower, flicking his wrist as he curled his fingers deeper. his scalp burns with every pull she gives. she’s grinding her hips forward, fucking herself against his fingers and chasing her orgasm all while taking him deep as he fucks her from behind.
rafe buries his nose in her hair, inhaling the saccharine scent of her shampoo, reveling in the tightness that envelopes around him as he fucks her slow and deep. “i love you,” he whispers shakily, feeling his impending orgasm nearing its precipice from the way his stomach coils.
he rolls his hips against her ass, lingering there for a bit as the tip of him brushes against her g-spot. sofia breathes shakily, “i love you, too. fuck. i’m close, baby,” she murmurs, feeling rafe increase the gusto of his movements.
she nods, gasping. “yes,”
he fluctuates a tortuously slow stroke that has her body seizing as she feels the stretch of him everywhere. his fingers fondles her clit; teasing against the sensitivity. she chokes on another sob, blinking through the fogginess of her vision as she mewls out a pleasurable cry.
his balls tighten as he feels the warmth of her around him when she cums. “fuck!” hips jerk and it’s not soon before he’s filling her up with cum, the evidence of their body fluids flow messily down their legs.
he canted his hips with abandon until both of their bodies trembled from the overstimulation. his face is flushed and sweaty; his breathing labored. sofia’s chest heaves as she hauls from her orgasm. he pulls his flaccid cock out, hearing her soft whimpers as he withdraws and brushes against her sensitive walls. “that was a good way to start the morning off.”
rafe laughs, leaning forward to press another kiss against her lips. “glad i could be of service.” he jokes as he sprawls out on the mattress beside her.
sofia smiles as she pivots the position of her body again. she scoots over, snuggling herself against his chest until she’s shrouded in his embrace. rafe sighs, the gesture is soft and full of content as his hands brush against her backside. her head tucks beneath his chin, her legs strewn haphazardly within his. “wanna stay like this with you all day.” he murmurs, pecking soft kisses against her forehead and neck as he tightens his hold around her. “don’t want to be anywhere else but with you.”
and that’s how they spend their sunday morning; laid in bed wrapped in each other and their bedsheets — only uncoiling from each other’s embrace to eat and use the bathroom — then they’re reaching for each other again; seeking refuge. they fuck again, this time with sofia on top and it’s somehow better than the last time. he eats her out; tasting the remnants of their finishings, giving her two more orgasms until her body trembles from the overwhelming sensitivity. it’s a mundane day for them, but the domesticity of it all; of just being with her was something that rafe’s always loved.
