He meets me thrust for thrust until I come hard.
Antonio kisses up my thighs until his mouth returns to my lips. The scent of his cologne mixes with the taste of my arousal.
“Hi,” he says, his face satisfied.
“Hi.” I’m panting like I ran to the mailbox and back. “Are you hungry?”
He smiles. “I could eat again.”
Chapter 38
Miriam
“Cela, I let him put his mouth on me again.”
“Are you pooping? I hear the vent fan.”
I frown. “No. I’m sitting on the toilet—”
“Girl, we are not that close.” Marcela sucks her teeth.
“Wait! I’m not using the bathroom. I’m in here to call you.”
“Who did what with a mouth?”
This is why I need actual friends. Ones I don’t let put their fingers and tongue inside me. The high from the kitchen vanished after I peeled myself off the table.
“Antonio is on the couch.”
“Okayy. He’s been over there before,” she says.
“We…Well, he—”
“You finally did it?!” I tear the phone from my ear and stare up at the ceiling. I don’t know if my sister cheering for my vagina is a sign of support or cause for concern.
My glasses shift with a pinch to the bridge of my nose. Any minute, she’ll stop hollering.
“We didn’t have sex!” That gets her quiet. “I mean, he gave me oral and fingered me—”
“TMI, Miri,” she warns.
“Sorry. I like to talk in facts, and I don’t know how to act around him since it’s the second time.”
She gets a summary of Vegas and what transpired after. I leave out specific details, like the weapon between Antonio’s legs and how much I soaked the sheets. By the time I get to me being the unexpected appetizer on my kitchen table, I’m out of breath from my brain trying to catch up with how fast I’m talking.
“Say something, please.” Marcela’s name is still sprawled across my screen in white letters. “What do you do when you cross the line with someone you care about?”
“What do youwantto do?”
“I—That’s why I called you! I don’t have experience with this, and I don’t know how to go about determining the best solution.”
Bossing me around my entire life with nothing to say now?
Why is she laughing?
“My sweet sister. Love is not an equation to solve.”
It’d be easier if it was.
