Belen nodded. “Yes. When I checked on her she was already fast asleep. Probably exhausted from the excitement of the day.”
“Alright then, goodnight. See you both in the morning.” My mom closed the door, her footsteps padding to the next room to check in on Rayna.
“That was thoughtful.”
“It’s the Canadian in us. We like to make sure our guests are comfortable.”
“It’s sweet. It’s like being in a cozy bed and breakfast.”
“Don’t let my mother hear you say that. She hates the word cozy.”
“Why, this place is kind of the definition of quaint and cozy.”
“It triggers her.”
“Noted.”
I played with the straps of Belen’s tank top. “What about you? Are you exhausted?”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Awkward sex in my childhood bedroom.” My hands were already feeling for her thigh underneath the covers.
“Are you sure? Your parents are right across the hall.”
“My parents don’t care about that type of stuff.” I removed her top before rolling my tongue over her breast and nipples. Myhands fumbled with her shorts and panties until her brown skin was bare.
“Hurry,” she whispered, splayed out on my bed like a goddess on an altar.
I sank into her warm and wet center, our bodies intertwined as I did my best to keep the lustful moans at bay. As we worked up a rhythm the bed squeaked louder than that Ying Yang Twins song.
Slowing the pace, I planted my face in the crook of her neck so only she could hear. “I’m so happy you came with me.” Belen kissed the side of my face. I plunged deeper, groaning louder than intended. “How is it possible for you to be this wet?” My thrust grew more intense.
“It’s all because of you.”
My bed squealed with each stroke, but I pressed forward. The sound an old bed made when two people were fucking was uncanny. It was easy to clock because the springs whined in a way that was different from someone rolling over in bed. While Belen softly begged for me to fuck her, the full-sized bed settled into a series of creaks and cracks. I sucked on Belen’s collarbone, ready to come but waiting for her.
Matthew, whose bedroom shared a wall with mine, banged on the wall screaming, “Yo, are y’all having sex in there?”
My stiff dick that had been practically ready to bust reverted from the Hulk back to Bruce Banner. Defeated, I rested my head in between Belen’s chest and whispered, “I’m sorry.” Pulling out, I collapsed next to her. Sex in your parents’ house was always better in theory than in real-world implementation.
“It’s fine.” Belen kissed my cheek, trying to massage my bruised ego.
I was an only child for four years. Four glorious years and then Matthew came along and I haven’t known peace since.“When he falls asleep, let’s fill a bucket with snow and dump it on his head.”
“Yes.” Belen’s smile was wickedly delicious.
“Anyone haveany big plans for the start of the new year?” Kris’s dad asked over breakfast the next morning.
“Just work,” I said.
“And what is it you do again? Irene was saying it has something to do with decorating.” Gerrit scratched at the gray hair at his temples.
“I plan events.”
“I swear he doesn’t listen. Gerrit, we talked about this a week ago when I told you she was coming. She plans big events at the mall.”
“Well how is that a job? Decorating …”
