RafaBruz

Love, welcome back!

I'm Rafael, I'm 20 years old, Colombian, cinnamon skin, kind, affectionate, respectful, simple and very charismatic, I love good music, going out and getting to know new places, delicious food, going to the movies, romantic plan, I'm easy to fall in love, but when they treat me well, when they pamper me, they respect me, they give me my place, the details are super important to me, A chocolate, a rose, beautiful words, I love all that, I have many purposes for my life, I have always worked for my dreams, to fulfill the goals I have in my life, but I have a lot of discipline to achieve it, I like to be very organized, plan things, I am very meticulous when it comes to doing things, because I like everything to go well for me, I don't like mistakes, I'm a perfectionist, I take great care of myself, my body, my health, I eat very healthy, I exercise, I have a whole routine planned for each day, so here you will find order, commitment, a very judicious boy with things, but you will have fun about that have no doubts love.  

I really like books of love, passion, intrigue, books of eroticism, those books that you read and you want to do everything, that you read and your skin rises, that you feel like your whole body gets wet just by reading it, that you start to feel tickled, that you start to feel your breathing of the emotion it gives read them, I leave you some fragments, I hope you like them.

Under your skin

The room was half-dark, barely lit by the flickering reflection of the city through the

of the window. The air was thick, loaded with contained desire, with unspoken words gliding between

The shadows.

He approached slowly, his breath rubbing against her neck, making her shiver before she even knew it.

Tocara. His fingers, barely a whisper on his skin, traced the path from his collarbone to the curve

of his back, sliding with a slowness that was a delicious torment.

She closed her eyes, surrendering to the slow pace of her exploration, to the way her lips

drawing a path of fire around his neck. The pressure of his hands on her waist was firm,

possessive, and when he turned her toward him, the whole world seemed to stop at the moment when their mouths

were found.

It was a slow kiss, deep and intoxicating, a clash of tongues and panting that awakened the skin,

that ignited the desire until it became unbearable. Their bodies were sought without shame, with the

urgency of those who have waited too long.

The silk of her dress slipped over her skin, sliding to the ground with an almost inaudible murmur..

Under his fingers, his skin was hot, hard, vibrating with desire.

—No tienes idea de cuánto te he deseado —susurró él contra su boca, su voz ronca de hambre 

Contained.

She smiled, rubbing his lips against hers, letting her hands trace the contours of his torso..

—So touch me like you know.

And he did.

Between whispers and skin

The heat of the night filtered through the open window, enveloping them in a dense air, loaded with desire and

contained electricity. Alex was against the wall, caught between the cold of the concrete and the

heat of Samuel's body, who looked at him with those dark and hungry eyes.

—Tell me to stop,” Samuel whispered, his lips barely rubbing Alex’s jaw..

But Alex didn't want it to stop.

In response, she put one hand to Samuel’s neck, intertwining her fingers in his hair and bringing him closer.

more. Their mouths met in a slow, deep kiss, as if with each touch they wanted to devour each other..

Samuel groaned under his breath as Alex gently bit his lower lip, and his hands,

impatient, slipped under his shirt, running the skin with the urgency of who has waited

Too much.

Samuel's touch was fire running through his body, burning every part of him with the need

Too much. More kisses, more skin, more gasps drowned between the friction of their bodies.

—You have no idea how much I’ve imagined this,” Samuel whispered against her neck, leaving a trail of

of burning kisses that made Alex tremble.

—"Show me," he said, his voice stuttering, holding his face with both hands to

to get lost again in her lips.

The world disappeared between whispers and caresses. In that room, only they existed, trapped in the

dance of passion that could no longer contain.

Sin between shadows

The rain was falling hard against the hotel windows, turning the city into a blurred canvas of

lights and shadows. Inside the room, the air was thick, loaded with more than humidity: the

the weight of guilt, the adrenaline of risk, the uncontrollable fire of forbidden desire.

His fingers trembled as he unbuttoned his shirt, not of doubt, but of restrained urgency. She did it

looked with burning eyes, caught between morality and necessity. They knew it was wrong, they shouldn't

be there, that the perfume of another man still remained on his skin, that the ring on his hand shone

with a silent mockery.

But when he took her by the waist and pressed her against his body, all thought vanished..

—Tell me to stop,” he muttered against her neck, leaving a slow, poisonous kiss that made her close her eyes.

eyes with an interrupted sigh.

She didn't say anything. He just slipped his hands under his shirt, feeling the warm skin under his fingers,

stripping it of any barrier between them.

The first kiss was a fire. There were no hesitations or regrets, only intertwined tongues, mouths

hungry, bodies stuck in a desperate battle for more. His hands explored eagerly,

discovering, devouring, marking with the certainty that it should never have happened, but

that, once begun, could not be stopped.

—¿You know what we're doing? —he whispered against her mouth, without letting go.

—"Yes," she said, her lips swollen and her eyes burning. And I don't care.

The sheets tangled between their bodies as the world disappeared. Outside, the rain continued

falling, but inside that room, there was only the heat of his sin.