“How hard do you want it?” I take one of her nipples into my mouth as she writhes against me.
“As hard as you can,” she breathes.
There are no hesitations when I drive myself inside of her in one aggressive thrust. We both grunt.
“Fuck, I forgot how good that feels.” How did I think I was capable of ending this?
She pulls at my hair. “Don’t stop.”
“Give me a minute or this will end much faster than either of us wants it to.”
Kami lets out a small laugh and kisses me while we wait. The kiss isn’t aggressive like it usually is. It’s softer and sensual, different, and I have no idea why.
Eventually, I start moving inside of her again. Then, as our tongues meet, my thrusts become harder, deeper, and faster. Lifting myself up in order to get a better look at her, she meets my gaze, and the rest of the world disappears. All I can see is her, and all I can feel are my thrusts slowing down. The feeling of it just as intense, but in a new way, similar to the kiss. Something in my chest seems to shift, and suddenly, Kamila closes her eyes, breaking the connection.
“Faster,” she screams.
Not overthinking what just happened, I grab a fistful of her hair and pull it harshly while she lets out a hiss that makes my dick twitch again. My hips feel like they’re on fire, but I keep moving until she’s the loudest she’s ever been, and so am I. I’m groaning, moaning, and grunting, feeling my stomach muscles tightening. My finger moves to her clit.
“Look at me,” I demand. Her eyes open instantly.
“Come inside of me,” she requests.
My body turns rigid at her words before I spill myself inside of her. Our moans are bouncing off the walls as her eyes glaze over.
“Fuck,” I hiss while I finish emptying myself. Her pussy keeps clenching around me while she finishes coming.
A couple of seconds later, I’m still inside of Kami, eyes closed, trying to slow my breathing, when all of a sudden, her body is shaking below me. Opening my eyes, I see small hands covering her face to muffle the soft sobs pouring from her puffy mouth. I immediately start to panic. What did I do?
“Did I hurt you?” When she doesn’t answer, I raise my voice. “Kamila, why are you crying? I need to know if you’re okay.” When she continues to cry, I try a different approach. “Is it okay for me to get out of you?”
Her voice comes out muffled and shaky below her hands. “You didn’t hurt me. You can pull out.”
My body relaxes instantly now that I know she’s physically okay. Even so, she’s still hurting. Slowly, I pull out and prop my head on one of the pillows next to her.
“Kami, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” She allows me to pull her hands away from her face. I’m met with red-rimmed eyes and a devastated look that makes my chest ache in a way it hasn’t in a long time. “What happened this weekend?”
“It’s about Ana,” she says.
I don’t tense up like usual at the mere mention of her sister. Right now, I care more about why she’s crying and how I can help make it stop.
“Keep going.”
She looks at the ceiling and takes a deep breath before answering me. “This weekend,” she pauses, closing her eyes, “it was just terrible.”
I wait patiently for her to continue. I’m not going to push her to talk about it if she doesn’t want to. I know firsthand how debilitating problems with Ana can be. Instead of saying something useless, I rub my thumb back and forth on her palm, trying to make her more at ease.
“We fought. It was bad. Old topics were brought up, and some new ones, too. She’s never spoken to me like that. Sure,we’ve had our fair share of ugly arguments in the past, and she has spoken down to me before, but—” She turns to look me in the eyes, her tears are dry now and the sadness has been replaced with fury. “She said I was wasting my time and money here if I wasn’t going to look for someone to marry. She told me I should start working out harder to look more appealing and speed up the process. What kind of backwards, misogynistic thinking is that?” Kamila scoffs. “She even said I was jealous of her in high school. And it doesn’t stop there. I tried talking to her the next day and nothing. Again, Saturday morning, andnothing.Eventually, she disappeared Saturday afternoon, which isn’t unusual, but she didn’t even come to say bye.” Kami looks back up at the ceiling. “I guess I got overwhelmed and cried about everything that’s happened this semester. You, the guilt I’ve felt with what we've been doing, my sister’s words, classes, jobs, you.”
“You said that last one already.” I let out a small laugh trying to lighten the mood and be the friend she needs right now instead of putting a fist through the wall because of her bitch of a sister.
Tears form in her eyes, making them look almost yellow. “I don’t know what to do, Cam.” Her voice is a small whisper.
The crack in the middle of the sentence hits me straight in the chest. The amount of anger I feel towards Ana right now, towards the things she said are bubbling in my stomach. I push it all down. That girl doesn’t and never deserved Kamila as her sister.
“You know how I feel about Ana, so I might sound biased. But even if you guys share DNA, it doesn’t make what she said any less fucked up. It was wrong on so many levels. My advice? Let her come to you. You don’t have to take care of Ana anymore, Kami.”
She smiles tightly. “That’s not bad advice, Kahlo.”
