11.

“W-what are you doing?” My voice trembled, burning heat creeping up my cheeks as his soft fingers gingerly touched my lips, trailing down my neck, straight towards the valley between my breasts, his other hand firmly gripping both my wrists as the other moved to slowly undo the buttons of my shirt, one by one.

My breath hitched in my throat, the moment his fingers touched my skin, gently caressing my vulnerable and bare body, slowly making their way down my stomach, in that specific moment feeling thankful that my feminine parts were currently covered since he was practically straddling me, his thick thighs leaning against the soft mattress, either side of my hips.

“R-Raphael...” His name choked its way out in a small whimper, my eyelids fluttering closed on their own accord once his gentle caress went past my navel, that weird tingle crossing my lower stomach, before it all suddenly stopped.

The sounds of his heavily breathing reached my ears, my eyelids instantly snapping open, only