Chapter 23

His alarm goes off entirely too early and she groans next to him as he reaches to shut it off.

She rolls over, wrapping her arms around him, planting a kiss to his shoulder. "Turn it off," she whispers sleepily.

He fumbles with his phone, turning the alarm off before rolling over, pressing his lips to hers. Her fingers sweep through his hair, and he's more than happy to nestle in the cradle of her body when she pulls him on top of her.

Everything about her is warm and soft and her hands are all over him, her nails dragging gently over his arms and his back and he can feel her heat already against his cock. Pulling away from her lips, her drops his mouth over one of her nipples.

"Yes," Liv sighs. His tongue swirls around her nipple, laving and nipping and she bites her lip at the pleasure of it. "The other one," she requests. He moves to her other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention while his fingers continue to tease the other. It doesn't take long to work her up and he moves back to the other, letting the cool air shock her already overheated flesh.

Her hips involuntarily rock against him and he hums against her.

She shudders.

Pulling back, he drops his forehead to her chest, kissing his way back up to her lips "Liv?" "Yeah?" She sighs in between kisses.

"...I know how you feel about oral...."

She stills, and Rafael pulls back to meet her gaze. "...I try to enjoy it, but I get so caught up in my head, worrying when I don't feel pleasure and it makes me feel so inadequate when I don't orgasm."

He settles beside her and her gaze is focused on the ceiling, avoiding him. "When you touch yourself, what do you think of?"

She bites her lip. "Lately?...You. Your mouth. Your voice...your...hands on me."

Rafael skims his fingers up and down her stomach, between her breasts, feather soft. "What am I saying?"

Liv closes her eyes. "You're speaking in Spanish."

"Mami, si pudiera pasar todo el día en la cama contigo, así, lo haría (If I could spend all day in bed with you, like this, I would)".

Taking his hand, she slides it between her thighs, sliding his fingers through her folds.

He pays particular attention to her face, watching as her features soften and she slides his fingers up and down through her lips, creating friction against her clit. "¿Se siente bien, amor? (Does it feel good?)"

"Yeah," she sighs.

"...I want to taste you and feel you against my lips, on my tongue. I want to know what you smell like and hear what my mouth does to you. I want to burry my tongue so deep in you that I feel you clench around me."

"Jesus, Rafa."

He teases a finger at her entrance and she moans softly.

"Ok," she sighs.

"Are you sure?"

She looks over at him. "Yes, I'm sure."

He holds her gaze for a minute, before sliding down her body to settle between her thighs. He teases her entrance with slow circles, caressing her thighs.

He wants her dripping.

He caresses the skin on the inside of her hips and she squirms at how sensitive the flesh is. "You're so beautiful, Liv."

She watches him, his gaze on her, the adoration and arousal in his green eyes.

Sliding his index finger inside her, he slowly fucks her, his mouth and nose brushing through the dark curls on her mound. "Me encanta esto (I love this)," he comments, removing his finger from inside of her. She's slick with her arousal, and he licks her lips slowly.

Her fingers slide into his hair, her body shuddering.

his tongue laves over her lips, teasing them and sucking them gently. Her hips nudge against his mouth and he takes her body's cue, sliding his tongue through her folds. He takes his time, stroking her, tasting her, licking her before teasing her opening with his tongue.

"Shit," she sighs. "That feels good."

He teases her a little more, then decides to plunge deeper.

She grabs fistfuls of the sheets.

He fucks her slowly with his tongue.

He loves how she taste.

He loves how she smells.

He loves burying his tongue in her smooth, slick heat.

"Rafa," she gasps.

He slides his tongue over her again, flicking her engorged clit.

Her hips lift off the bed.

Pulling back, he reaches over to his night standing, fumbling around inside for his vibrator. "Is this ok?" He questions.

Her brown eyes are blown with her arousal. Her nipples are hard and her breathing is laboured and her legs are spread and she's wet and swollen and so fucking gorgeous.

"Yes."

Settling back between her thighs, she feels his fingers first. His tongue is next, sliding over her slit before quite literally, diving in.

His mouth envelops her like a summer peach and she can't help the moan that passes through her lips.

"Quiet, Mami," he warns. Fuck.

God, he knows what he's doing. He's got her writhing on his bed already and she reaches between her thighs to run her fingers through his hair again.

His tongue finds it's way to the bundle of nerves at her centre and he flicks it teasingly, testing how close she is. Her thighs jump off the bed as her body contracts at the pleasure. It's a slow, steady pace he sets off on and she can feel the pleasure building inside of her, the way her nipples are painfully hard, the way she can barely see past the arousal he's causing in her.

He turns on the vibrator, bringing it to her opening.

She grabs the pillow to her mouth to stifle her moan.

"Don't chase it, Liv," he encourages again. "Let it build."

She thrusts her hips slowly against his mouth, the pleasure oh so delicious.

"Rafa," she sighs. "...I'm..." She doesn't get the words out, the orgasm being pulled out of her. It rolls over her almost violently and he doesn't stop, moving the vibrator closer to her clit, pulling another one out of her effortlessly.

She whimpers, lifting her hips, seeking the vibrations.

"Dios Mami," he grates, watching as she writhes underneath him. "Don't stop," she begs.

He's fumbling in the nightstand again for a condom and puts the vibrator in her hands, guiding her to use it on herself. He watches as she brings it to her clit and he rolls the condom over himself, slipping inside of her.

Her hand covers her mouth, her eyes closing as her chest arches off the bed.

He can feel the vibrations on his cock and she's clenching around him in another orgasm and all it takes is one look at his cock sliding in and out of her and his balls are tightening, his own orgasm clawing at him. He let's go, burying his face into her pillow to stifle his moan.

It takes them both several minutes to gather themselves, and she turns off the vibrator and he falls on the bed beside her.

His orgasm has made him lethargic, his muscles relaxing, but before sleep can claim him, he heads to his bathroom. He quickly removes the condom and gathers a warm washcloth, heading back into his bedroom and as he climbs back into his bed beside her, he finds her staring at the ceiling again, her eyes watery.

A single tear slides down her cheek.

Rafael's stomach drops, his heart clenching his chest. "Liv," he panics.

She wipes her eyes, only more tears come. "They're good tears. Promise."

He quickly settles beside her, and she nestles into him, burying her face into his neck."Are you ok?"

She nods, pressing a kiss to his neck. "I love you."

Rafael gathers her into his arms. "Te amo." He holds her, stroking her hair, down her back, trying to sooth her. "...let me clean you up, amor."

There's a moment of hesitancy on her part before she rolls back over, opening her thighs to him. They're both a bit of a sticky mess and he gently wipes the remnants of her arousal from her body. When he meets her gaze, the tears are back and his chest tightens.

"Liv, talk to me, please," he pleads gently.

"I'm ok, really," she attempts to reassure. "...this is just...new to me...the communication and the care...and the pleasure."

He disappears back into his bathroom before sliding under the covers again. Laying on his side, he brushes the hair from her eyes, down her shoulder, around to her back. "Are you feeling overwhelmed?"

Liv nods, reaching out to trace her fingers along his shoulder, his bicep. "In a good way, though...I guess I never knew that it could feel this way."

"And how is that?" He questions gently.

"Amazing," she answers, a smile tugging at her lips. "...I feel safe with you, Rafa...I trust you and you listen to me and my body."

He may be reading too much into it, but it's hard not to assume that she hasn't always felt that way with her lovers.

"...how did it feel for you?" She asks unsurely.

"I love everything about you, Liv," he starts. "The way you feel, the way you smell, the way you taste."

She blushes a little, and he strokes up and down her back gently.

"I'm glad that we waited to get here, amor."

Liv sweeps her fingers through his hair. "Me too."

He leans in to press a gentle kiss to her lips, before inviting her into his arms. She nestles her head on his chest and Rafael wraps her in his arms tightly.

...

He wakes up much later that morning and she's still sound asleep beside him. He brushes the hair from her face, leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead.

She smiles sleepily. "...five more minutes."

He chuckles softly. "Take your time. I'll go make coffee." Climbing out of bed, he searches for his glasses, heading to the bathroom. As he brushes his teeth, he makes sure to leave out the extra toothbrush on the sink, her shampoo and conditioner in his shower.

Grabbing his phone, he heads out to the kitchen. He stops at the guest room to check on Noah, only to find the room empty. He immediately panics, heading towards the living room where he finds him playing with the toys he had left all over his apartment, cartoons playing on his tv.

He exhales.

"Morning, amiguito," he greets.

Noah looks up from where he's playing. "I'm hungry."

"Good morning Uncle Rafa," he responds in a voice not unlike Noah's, causing him to laugh. "Good morning Uncle Rafa," Noah amends. "I'm hungry."

He heads into the kitchen, starting his coffee machine. "Hungry, huh? What's your stomach hungry for?"

"Pancakes!"

There's a knock at his door, and he heads to answer it. "Pancakes...I think I can do pancakes." Looking through his peephole, he's surprised to see his mother standing on the other side. Quickly glancing at the clock to see what time it actually is, he opens the door. "Mom, what are you doing here?"

Lucia Barba pushes her way into his apartment in a flurry. "I've been calling for weeks, you don't return any of my calls so I call you're office and your secretary says you're not coming in today and I've been worried sick driving across town and all you can do is ask me why I'm here?"

Rafael closes the door behind her. "I didn't mean it like that-"

"-are you sick? Are you feeling ok?" Lucia takes his face in her hands, feeling for a temperature. Noah giggles from the living room and it's then that she finally notices him.

"Oh! Rafi, who's this?"

"I'm Noah," the little boy answers.

His mother turns to him looking for an explanation, but he can't give her one, Liv turning the corner. She's dressed in his polo from the night before and a pair of his boxers and if his mother wasn't standing right beside him, he certainly would have drank her in.

"Babe, do you think that breakfast place downtown will deliver?" She's engrossed in her phone and doesn't notice they're not alone.

"Can we get pancakes?" Noah asks from the living room.

"That sounds great," she answers, finally looking up from her phone. She stops dead in her tracks, blushing from head to toe. "Oh."

Rafael runs his fingers through his hair awkwardly. "Mom, this is Olivia Benson," he introduces. "And her son, Noah. Olivia, this is my mother, Lucia Barba."

There's a mixture of shock and surprise on his mothers face and he can see the dots finally connecting. "The Olivia?" She questions.

It's his turn to blush.

Olivia looks between them, confused. "Excuse me?"

"He talks about you. You drive him a little crazy," Lucia answers.

Olivia smiles. "Just doing my job." Crossing to the living room, she lifts Noah into her arms. "We'll give you two a minute. It's nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Barba."

"Please, call me Lucia."

"Lucia," Liv corrects, heading back to the guest room.

The door closes behind them and his mother turns to him. "Rafi."

"Mom, don't start-"

"-don't start!" She repeats incredulously. "How come you didn't tell me! I barge in here and you're having a moment and I've ruined it-"

He takes hold of his mother's arms. "-you didn't ruin anything," he assures. "...made things a little awkward, yes."

Lucia exhales, framing her hands around her sons face. "I'm sorry, Rafi...maybe if you would have just answered my calls, I wouldn't have to show up here at your apartment," she admonishes.

"You've got my attention now. What's up?"

"I need you to sing something at abuelita's birthday party."

He shakes his head. "I can't-"

"-your cousin Mark has come down with laryngitis, of all things, and can't, Rafi, I need you to do this for your abuelita."

"I can't," he repeats, going to check on the coffee.

"He's been gone for 15 years, Rafi. How much longer are you going to let him have this hold on you, mijo?"

He stills, his back to her.

"I'm not going to take no for an answer," she continues firmly. "The party starts at noon. Bring a dish."

Pouring himself a cup of coffee, he turns to face her. "Ok."

Lucia smiles, heading for the door. "I'll see you later then."

He nods.

She let's herself out, stopping for a minute to poke her head back into the apartment. "And bring Olivia and Noah."

Tbc