Rafael's POV
She was clumsy. She always asked me to teach her forbidden intimacy—the things she claimed to be my identity—because she was curious, eager to try whatever I told her, like a good little mentee.
Little did she know, I had never actually used any of that knowledge until I did it with her.
I was a textbook man myself, and the fact that she trusted me with her first experiences was the most ironic thing that amused me.
Was that why she was always this clumsy?
I could have slipped my wrist free from her tie easily, but for the sake of her excitement, I stayed still.
But how could I stay still?
When her plump, soft ass was right in front of me, only inches from my face, and her glistening pussy kept leaking that sweet, musky drip every time she gagged when my tip brushed her throat.
God, her clumsiness drove me insane.
It tightened my chest, twisted into a raw urge to claim her, to wrap her in my arms and never let her go.
