“Too much?”
“No. Don’t stop.”
I’ve reached my limit, and taking her mouth in a hungry kiss, I bury myself completely inside her.
Her nails dig into my butt, her face a mixture of surprise and pain. I lower and latch onto her nipple with my lips, sucking, circling my tongue on the hardened button.
I move, and her body undulates with mine, starting to match my rhythm. In no time, we find a perfect choreography. Our moans blend until the lines between possessor and possessed blur and the demanding urgency of our accelerated bodies loses itself in its own rhythm.
I caress her clit, feeling that I’m very close to climaxing.
“More, Guillermo.”
“Jesus Christ, Olívia.”
The sounds of flesh hitting flesh every time I enter her steal any rationality. At that moment, I’m just a male fucking his female.
“Look at me,” I demand, lightly pinching her clit.
“Anything you command. Just don’t stop.”
“This won’t end. It can’t end.”
Her eyes open at the exact moment she comes, and when she tightens around me, it’s the trigger for me to release inside her.
I’ve decided I’m going to sleep here.
I’m not ready to leave her.
It’s already late into the night, and I know my daughter is safe with her uncle, so I want to hold Olívia in my arms a little while longer.
After the first time we had sex, I realized we didn’t use condoms. I have to admit, I felt embarrassed. I’m the experienced one between us two, and I should’ve protected her.
It’s never happened before. I’ve never gotten so lost in a woman that I forgot to use protection.
Even though I knew it would be awkward, I had to ask, and it was with a mix of relief and something I couldn’t identify that I heard her say she’d been taking the pill for more than two years to regulate her menstruation.
She’s limp and relaxed now, even though her energy is boundless.
“Come back home with me tomorrow.”
We’ve had sex several times, and it doesn’t seem to be enough. I want to spend the next night with her but at home.
What I intuited about Olívia doesn’t even come close to the truth. She’s a delight. Curious, thirsty, willing. A total turn-on. She’s uninhibited, eager to learn, and gives me everything I demand.
I can’t see this crazy desire I feel for her diminishing in the near future. I don’t know if I want it to.
“Don’t you think we might be confusing things?”
“In what way?”
She lifts her head to look at me, already seeming fully awake. “I’d prefer to establish that we’re just spending time together rather than creating fantasies in my head.”
I know what she’s saying, and her maturity surprises the hell out of me.
I remember our conversation about the book she’s read twenty-seven times.
I remember everything she’s told me.
