Rebeca smiled mischievously.
“What?” she whispered, biting her lower lip. “Didn’t you say the light was part of the story?”
Martina let out a choked laugh that turned into a gasp when Rebeca yanked her shirt off. Their mouths met again, more desperately, as Rebeca’s hands slid down her chest, brushing her already hard nipples with her fingertips. Martina arched her back, seeking more contact, and Rebeca understood instantly: she lowered her head and captured one of them with her mouth, sucking hard while her tongue traced slow, cruel circles.
Martina’s moan echoed through the studio. Her hands sank into Rebeca’s hair, pulling at it roughly, and then Rebeca looked up, her lips shiny and reddened.
“God… I want to hear you so badly,” she said.
Without waiting for a reply, Rebeca slid down, kneeling between Martina’s legs. She unbuttoned her pants with quick, impatient movements and pulled the garment down along with her underwear in a single motion. The cool air brushed against Martina’s damp skin, but only for a second, because Rebeca’s mouth was already there: hot, eager, and above all, perfect.
The first caress was slow, deliberate, traveling its entire length until it stopped at her already swollen, wet clitoris. Martina threw her head back, hitting the back of the chair, and let out a long, deep moan. Rebeca showed no mercy. She licked her hungrily, parting her to slide her fingers inside. Little by little she began to move, with a relentless rhythm, driving her wild.
“God… Rebeca…” Martina gasped, her hips moving of their own accord against that relentless mouth.
Rebeca looked up without stopping her movements. Her eyes shone with something wild and possessive, just as Martina always liked.
“Did you say you’d missed me?” she asked, satisfied, her voice vibrating against her sensitive flesh.
Martina could barely speak. Pleasure washed over her in waves of increasing intensity.
“I always miss you…” Martina confessed between moans.
Rebeca smiled against her and picked up the pace. Her fingers thrust in and out forcefully, while she continued to caress her with her tongue. Martina felt the orgasm approaching, brutal and inevitable. Her thighs tensed around Rebeca’s head, and her hands clung to her hair, and when the climax hit her, it was as if the whole world were shattering into pieces. She screamed her name, her body convulsing, and her inner walls squeezed Rebeca’s fingers as the pleasure washed over her in long waves throughout her entire body.
Rebeca didn’t stop until the last tremor left her. Only then did she climb up, kissing her with her mouth still wet from her. Martina tasted her own flavor on her girl’s lips, and thatturned her on again. She pushed her down onto the studio floor, positioning herself on top of her urgently.
“Work is over,” Martina growled, turning it almost into an order.
She stripped Rebeca of her clothes with hands clumsy from haste, and when she had her naked beneath her, she paused for a moment to look at her. Rebeca’s chest was heaving, her nipples hard, her skin flushed. Martina lowered her head and kissed her between her breasts, moving slowly, leaving a trail of bites and licks until she reached her soaking-wet sex.
And shortly after, Rebeca spread her legs without shame, offering herself.
“Martina… please…”
The plea was enough. Martina devoured her with the same hunger Rebeca had shown earlier. She held her by the hips to keep her still as she brought her to the brink again and again, denying her orgasm at the last second just to hear her beg.
“I hate you…” Rebeca gasped between laughter and moans.
“I’d say it’s quite the opposite,” Martina replied against her clitoris, and thrust into her hard.
Rebeca exploded with a muffled scream, her body shaking violently, her hands dug into the floor. Martina kept moving inside her until the orgasm lasted so long that Rebeca had to gently push her away to make her stop, exhausted, staring at the studio ceiling.
They stayed like that, on the floor, as if it were their kingdom. Martina moved up to her mouth and kissed her, this time tenderly.
“I love you,” she whispered against her lips.
Rebeca smiled, exhausted and radiant.
“I love you too. Even though you drive me crazy sometimes.”
Chapter 8
Martina tries to convince herself that Rebeca’s presence doesn’t affect her.
She repeats that idea to herself insistently as she stares at the computer screen, endlessly zooming in and out on photographs. The room she uses as a studio is lit by the morning light streaming in through the window facing the sea. Today she’s decided to work from home, but even that has ended up seeming like a bad idea to her.
Outside, the distant sound of the waves is muffled by the neighborhood buildings, creating an atmosphere that should make her feel calm.
