Through my lust-filled stupor, I heard Rey muttering and it took me a moment to realize it was in Spanish. That, combined with the strong yet somehow gentle grip he had on my hips, did funny things to my insides.
Reyes increased his rhythm, pounding into me with enough force that my muscles gave out. I fell to the mattress, and to my relief, Rey went with me. He paused to kiss my shoulder before slowly sliding one hand up my side. It was both comforting and sexy as hell, yet it pushed another boundary I didn’t know I had. Rey wasn’t in a hurry as I was used to with other hookups. Just the opposite. It almost felt as if he couldn’t get enough of me, touching and kissing me everywhere he could, driving me further and further to the edge. He made me feel things I’d never felt during sex before. Things I wasn’t even sure peoplecouldfeel. Things I would likely dwell on later, whether I wanted to or not.
I turned my head just enough that he could kiss me as he went deep, holding himself still. I could tell he was hovering right on the edge with me but didn’t go over. Not yet. He slid his other arm under my chest and drew me close. For several long seconds, he just held me, our bodies joined and limbs tangled in every possible way. It was the single most unfamiliar and best feeling in the world, and I was torn between needing him to finish me off and never wanting this moment to end.
“Mi estrella,”he whispered before pulling out and thrusting hard into me.
It was the way he said it, with a gentle tenderness that felt every bit as sensual as our kisses, that pushed me over the edge. I cried out as I came, shuddering in his arms. Rey followed after a few more slow, deep thrusts, spilling himself into the condom. Instead of immediately getting up, his arm tightened around me and he dropped his head to my shoulder, speaking quietly. I didn’t have a clue what he said, yet the meaning was clear. This had been different for him too.
Eventually, he rolled off, discarding the condom before looking over his shoulder at me. I was still pretty high on endorphins, which was my only excuse for the laughter that started to bubble up my throat. Rey cocked an eyebrow at me, which only made it worse. I couldn’t stop, no matter how hard I tried, eventually reaching for him and pulling him down to the mattress.
“You’re pretty good at that,” I teased as I kissed him.
He chuckled. “Oh? I’m a good fuck?”
My smile faded. Normally, I wouldn’t have thought twice about the phrase. Hell, I’d even used it plenty of times myself, but somehow it stained the magic of our night together.
“Hell yeah, you are, but… I meant all of it. Tonight was fun, Rey,” I added.
The dark blue of his eyes softened as he smiled. “Yeah, it was.”
“Shower with me before I go?”
“Sure.”
We both relaxed under the spray of the water, staying close, despite how big the shower was. Reyes almost looked disappointed and I searched for a way to lighten the mood.
“Be honest,” I said. “You like to sing in the shower, don’t you?”
Rey’s warm, rich laugh was exactly what I was looking for. I loved his laugh. It seemed to come from his soul, like it was somehow more real than everything else. “Sometimes. Maybe.”
His wet lips met mine, and it quickly became another heated make-out session, but I could sense he wasn’t up for round two, so I broke apart to finish washing.
As I strolled out of the bathroom a few minutes later, Rey spotted my briefs on the floor and bent to pick them up, grinning as he tossed them to me.
“You know what’s funny? I was looking at the constellations before I boarded.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I almost never notice them, but I did tonight.” He shrugged, pulling on a pair of bright red and black boxer briefs.
As I slipped into my clothes, I felt far more awkward than I usually did after a hookup, but I didn’t know why. It wasn’t that Rey made me uncomfortable. In fact, I felt more myself around him than I had in a long time. It was something…everythingelse.
I moved to grab my keys from where they’d fallen on the floor and looked at Rey, who was picking up the pillows we’d knocked off the bed.
“How long did you say you were here for?” I blurted before I could stop myself.
Reyes didn’t look at me, and for that, I was thankful. Otherwise he probably would have seen how nervous and unsure I was. “About nine weeks.”
Nine weeks. Fuck, we could have a lot more fun during those nine weeks if we wanted to… but that was probably a bad idea. A very, very bad idea.
His phone vibrated from the nightstand, and he reached for it, grunting in annoyance as he punched a button to silence it. Just like that, my unease about seeing him again turned to concern.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
He glanced at me, then tossed his phone onto the bed. “Yeah. Just family. You know how they can be.”
I chuckled. “Yeah.”
We stared dumbly at each other, each not sure what to say. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around?” I hedged.
“Yeah, sounds good. Thanks. I had fun tonight.”
“Me too, Rey. Truly.”
With that, I left.
