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I don’t wait for an answer. I lower my head and run my tongue over her center, slowly, savoring her. She’s sweet, hot, and the taste drives me wild. She moans loudly and her hands tangle in my hair again, guiding me. I lick her clitoris in circular motions, then suck on it gently, varying the pressure. I slide my tongue inside her and she arches, pushing against my mouth.

“Shit… Lidia… yes… just like that…”

I devour her hungrily, intensely. My fingers join my mouth, two again, sliding in and out while my tongue keeps working on her clit. I feel her tense up again, her thighs trembling around my head. When she comes for the second time, she does so screaming my name, clenching the sheets with her fists, and I keep licking her slowly, prolonging her pleasure until she goes limp, breathing in gasps.

I climb on top of her again and we kiss. This time the kiss is gentler, more tender, filled with everything we haven’t said to each other in years. Our hands intertwine above her head and our bodies move together, seeking friction, seeking more.

“Now you,” she whispers against my mouth. “I want to make you feel the same.”

She turns me over easily and positions herself between my legs. Her fingers gently part me, and her mouth descends. When her tongue touches my clitoris for the first time in so long, I think I’m going to explode. I moan loudly, arching my back, and she smiles against my skin. She licks me patiently, knowingly, remembering exactly how I like it. She slides two fingers inside while her mouth sucks, and I lose track of time. All that exists is her tongue, her fingers, her hot breath against me.

I come hard, trembling, screaming her name, and she doesn’t pull away until the last spasm runs through me. Then she climbs on top of me and hugs me, our sweaty bodies, still damp from the rain, mingling on the bed.

We stay like that for a long while, breathing together, listening to the rain still falling outside. Her hand slowly caresses my back, tracing circles that relax me and turn me on at the same time.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow,” I whisper against her chest. “But right now… right now, this is all I want.”

She kisses my forehead, then my lips, gently.

“Then stay,” she replies. “Stay tonight. And tomorrow… we’ll see.”

I close my eyes, feeling her warmth, her scent, her presence after so many years. The rain keeps falling, but inside the bungalow it’s just the two of us, naked, entwined, and for the first time in a long time, the future doesn’t seem so far away or so impossible.

CHAPTER 20

THE PLEASURE OF LOVING

Barbara

A few hours have passed, and the rain continues to fall with the same intensity. The bungalow remains wrapped in dim light, broken only by the grayish glow seeping through the curtains and the occasional flashes of lightning streaking across the distant horizon. The rain pounds relentlessly against the roof, a deep, constant rumble that fills every corner and completely erases the world outside these four walls.

I’m lying on my side, with Lidia’s body pressed against my back. Her arm wraps possessively around my waist, and her warm, slow breath brushes the nape of my neck. We’re still completely naked; our skin has dried a little after the storm we unleashed between us, but there’s still that sticky warmth left behind by the rain that soaked us and the sweat we drew from each other with every touch. My whole body pulses with a life of its own. Every inch of my skin holds the exact memory of her hands, of her insatiable mouth, of her fingers pressing perfectly against that spot that makes me lose control. Two years without her, two years of emptiness and nights spent trying to convince myself I could forget her in Ingrid’s arms.

I can’t sleep. Who could? Desire keeps me awake, sensitive, desperate. It’s as if that first orgasm we tore from each other was merely the key that unlocked a much larger door, a deep abyss I neither want to nor can resist. I turn slowly in her arms until we’re face to face. Her green eyes shine in the dim light with that mixture of infinite tenderness and hunger that has always belonged only to us.

“Barbara…”

I don’t answer with words. My response is immediate, instinctive: I bring my mouth to hers and kiss her with an urgency that allows no restraint. This time there is no gentleness or caution; it’s a deep, demanding, almost desperate kiss. My tongue seeks hers, and she answers with a long moan that slides straight to my core and makes me clench my thighs. My hands trace her back, slide down to her ass, and I pull her hard against me, as if I wanted to fuse us into one body. Our breasts press together, our nipples brush against each other, and every touch sends electric sparks racing through my entire body.

“I need you again,” I murmur against her swollen lips. “I need to feel you again. Like before. Like always.”

She barely nods, her eyes darkened by the pleasure already building between us again. Her hands rise to my face to hold me as the kiss grows wilder, hungrier. We move together, rolling across the rumpled sheets until I’m on top of her. My hair, still damp, falls in strands across her chest, and Lidia brushes it aside, staring at me as if she wants to memorize every detail of my face forever. I lower my head and begin kissing her neck, slowly licking the salty skin that still carries the scent of rain and sex. I find that sensitive spot just below her ear, bite it gently, and she arches her back, letting my name escape in a ragged gasp.

My lips continue their slow descent. I trace her collarbone with wet kisses, pause in the valley between her breasts, and take one into my mouth. I suck hard, circling her nipple with my tongue—slowly at first, then faster—while my hand kneads the other breast with just enough pressure to drive her wild. Lidia moans loudly, uninhibited, and her nails dig into my shoulders, leaving half-moons that will remind me of this moment tomorrow. I feel her hips lift beneath me, seeking contact, friction, anything to soothe the fire burning between her legs. My own arousal throbs intensely, hot and wet, sliding down the inside of my thighs.

I move lower, kissing her flat stomach, licking the delicate line of her hipbone. When I reach between her thighs, I spread her legs with my hands and pause for a second just to look at her. She’s swollen, glistening with desire, completely open for me. The intoxicating scent of her arousal clouds my thoughts. I lower my head and run my tongue slowly, very slowly, from her entrance to her clit. She shudders from head to toe.

“Fuck…”

I begin devouring her. First with the flat of my tongue, covering her entire vulva; then with slow, precise circles around her clit, sucking gently at first and then harder. I slide two fingers inside her without breaking the rhythm of my mouth and feel her walls tighten around me, hot, slick, eager. I move my fingers in a steady rhythm, curling them against that spot that always makes her lose control, while my tongue never stops. Lidia moans uncontrollably, her hands tangled in my hair, pushing me closer to her as if afraid I’ll pull away.

“Like that… fuck, like that… don’t stop, please…”

Her hips grind against my face, riding my mouth and fingers with desperate urgency. I devour her with all the hunger accumulated over those endless two years. I change the rhythm, thrusting my fingers into her with determination. I feel her whole body tense, her walls pulsing hard. When she comes, she lets out a muffled cry that vibrates against my lips. Her body arches like a bow, trembling violently, and I keep licking her gently, collecting every drop of her pleasure, prolonging the contractions until she collapses against the pillow, gasping for breath.

But neither of us is satisfied. The fire doesn’t die down; if anything, every orgasm only feeds it more.

I sit up and kiss her deeply, sharing her salty, sweet taste on my tongue. She moans when she recognizes herself in my mouth, and her hands slide down my back until they grip my ass tightly, pressing me against her thigh. I feel my own wetness sliding over her hot skin, and it draws a hoarse gasp from me.