Who are you in my heart?

Raphael looked at me intensely, his face even redder, and then he pressed his forehead to mine. "I don't think this is a very good place for... you know."

"I don't care about the place, as long as it's you with me," I said in an almost whisper. Raphael closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them, his blue eyes shone brightly.

"What the fuck!" Raphael said, grabbing me around the waist and lifting me off the ground. I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist, and we kissed again as he carried us to the bed.

It wasn't like the bed in his apartment, but I didn't really care. Raphael put me on the floor, and I started pulling at his shirt, making him take it off while I got rid of mine. Raphael's hands fitted my breasts perfectly, rubbing my nipples with his thumbs as he kissed me again. I was breathless, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts as my heart spun with many different emotions.

Raphael's hands went down my ribs and to my shorts, unbuttoning them quickly and dropping them at my feet. Then he knelt in front of me and kissed my belly, tracing a warm path with his tongue down to my panties. Over the already damp fabric, Raphael licked my pussy, pressing on my clitoris and almost making me lose my balance. He lifted one of my legs and put it over his shoulder, pulled my panties aside, and started sucking me hard, his tongue moving back and forth, the tip penetrating me briefly before pulling away and stimulating my clit more.

"Raphael," I said between moans, and he looked at me without stopping licking me, his serious and determined eyes making me burn with desire for him even more. "I want to taste you too."

Raphael pulled away and dragged his hands down my legs, taking my panties with them, to my ankles, then he kissed my pussy once more, as if he were kissing my lips, and that was enough for me to completely lose my strength. Raphael held me and smiled innocently.

"That's not funny," I said, trying to sound angry. Raphael then gently laid me down on the bed and hovered over me, smiling.

"Well, I enjoyed watching you lose your strength with me, my angel." His sweet voice was like the purest honey, dripping into my ears.

As he stood up to take off his pants, Raphael reached into his bag for a condom. I looked at him accusingly, and he immediately tried to explain himself. "That's not it! That was from a prevention course we did at the local school a few days ago." I stood up and picked up the small square piece of plastic.

"And why exactly did you think of sweating it out with me now, since we've never used anything before?" Raphael turned red and then looked away.

"You're in your fertile period, I just didn't want to put you in a complicated situation," I looked at him shocked. I didn't even know when my fertile period was and anyway, I couldn't get pregnant, not from him and not from anyone else. I threw the condom back in my bag and wrapped my arms around Raphael's neck, it wasn't the time to think about that.

"The only thing you have to think about is which positions you want to fuck me in until I pass out." Raphael looked at me, his eyes very wide, then pulled me onto his lap and kissed me hard. My back hit the wall, and Raphael slid his cock into my entrance. He interrupted our kiss and stared at me as he slowly pushed his cock inside me.

The sensation of being filled by him was wonderful, the way the head of his cock hit that sensitive spot inside me and rubbed it expertly was so intense and wonderful. Raphael slowly moved in and out of my pussy, torturing me and begging for more. His hands squeezed my ass hard, opening it up, then his finger touched my ass and started rubbing it.

"Raphael, this is too much," I said, begging for something I didn't even understand. I didn't want him to stop, but if he did, I'd cum too quickly.

We went back to bed, where he laid me on my side and lifted my leg, positioning his cock at my entrance again and penetrating me with just a part of it, then pulling out and coming again. Raphael was especially inspired at that moment, torturing me in many different ways. He knew how I liked sex, and that I preferred to dominate the situation, but he had taken the reins and was breaking my sanity.

"My angel, you look so beautiful right now," he said, thrusting his cock deep into me. "Your face is so red." He reached out and pulled my bra up, freeing my breasts as he continued to thrust hard into me. "Your breasts are red, too."

"Raphael, are you kidding me?" I said between moans and breaths that were cut short by Raphael's firm advances. He then grabbed one of my breasts and leaned forward.

"I would never play with you, Savannah." Raphael started thrusting harder and faster, and I couldn't hold back my cries of pleasure until I finally came, clutching the sheets. I felt Raphael cum soon after, his skin crawling as he roared his release inside me, filling me with his hot come.

The bed was small, but Raphael made sure we both knew it, putting me on his chest and hugging me tightly. I needed a shower, we both did, but we were in no hurry to separate. It would be incredible if I could stay like that forever, then Fabian's face appeared in my mind, and the worst of feelings took shape inside my chest.

I doubted of what I was doing, and who I was betraying, just because I wanted to be with two men who made me have such different feelings and desires. I wanted them, and I selfishly chose to experience all those feelings without thinking about those involved. I stood up, feeling the weight of the world fall on my shoulders. As if he could see through me, Raphael stood up and pulled me close to his body, hugging me tightly.

"Don't blame yourself or hold anything against yourself," he said into my ear. "You never hid from me that you were in a relationship, and yet I pushed you to the limit." I smiled at his naivety. Then I pulled away and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"It's not your fault, all this is only happening because I wanted it to." I stood up and started to put my clothes on. "I'm not strong enough or selfless enough to walk away from you on my own, so I hope you can forgive me for being so weak."

I left that room without looking back or waiting for any response from Raphael. I went back to the apartment with a broken heart, wondering how I would ever be able to look into the beautiful eyes that had always given me so much affection and attention, but which had recently only frightened me and driven me away. I took a long shower and waited for Fabian, sitting on the sofa.

The door to the apartment opened and Fabian was slumped, looking lost and tired, but when he raised his head and saw me waiting for him, everything seemed to light up, his beautiful smile appeared, and he fell to his knees in front of me, hugging my waist tightly.

"Fabian," I called, but he didn't answer.

"My butterfly," he said in a whisper that made my heart soar. "That man, who is he?" my heart stopped beating and Fabian looked at me with pain in his eyes. What had I done?