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“Hunter…please,” she wailed.
Mariska’s hips turned restlessly and I hooked my hands under her knees so her sex was right in my face. My tongue thrust inside her as I stroked through her swollen sensitive tissues. Writhing, Mariska’s hands clung to my hair, trying to deepen the penetration. Her grip on my hair loosened until she covered her quivering stomach with her hands. When I lifted my head, tears stung her obsidian like eyes. Alternating between my mouth and fingers, I watched her wail as her body flushed on the precipice. I replaced my tongue with my fingers, feeling her loosen when I slipped four fingers inside her, twisting and stretching her until I massaged a delicate spot inside her. Her upper body arched and her head was thrown back in ecstasy. I planted wet kisses on her folds and captured her distended numb between my teeth. Mariska’s body thrashed, and I seized her ankles, raising her shaky legs high up in the air as I milked every drop from her melting core dry.
***
MARISKA’S HEAD WAS ON my chest the next morning. I passed my fingers through tresses. I’d wrapped her body in sheets after she’d become lethargic last night. Then, I’d gotten on my bed, gathered her in my arms, pulling her tight against me as her heart rate had decreased. She’d given me a dreamy smile, almost touched my face and began snoring. When I lifted my gaze to the door, it was open. Riley rested with her legs stretched out at the other side of the bed, her eyes focused on Mariska’s bare back. Riley didn’t want to wake Mariska up, despite the fact that she wanted to go for a walk.
After I got out of bed and fixed myself up, I took Riley for a nice, slow walk. She even walked up to some of the neighborhood children, when she usually waited for them to ask me to pet her. Going back into the house, Riley ran as fast as she could into the kitchen to drink some water. I smelled burnt bread and eggs. Mariska was in her costume again, with her face fresh and her hair tucked into the back of it. She looked so out of her element that it was cute, because I could see that she was really trying to make tasty and well cooked fried eggs, and pancakes.
“Hey, Hunter,” she said with a grin as I entered the kitchen.
I stood behind her, draped my arms around her waist, and grazed my teeth on her earlobe. “What can I do?”
“Hmmm…would you please make fresh coffee like last night? It was yummy,” she said, sounding shy.
“That isn’t the only thing that was yummy last night, Mariska.”
Giggling, she put two eggs on the plate. “You like your eggs completely fried, right?”
I nodded my head against hers. Then I pulled myself away from her and started on the coffee. “How’d you sleep?” I asked.
Mariska turned around, appraising me. “Really…really well. I meant to get to you, but then—”
I cut her off, “A taste was all I was willing to take, Mariska.”
She walked over to me and gave me a quick kiss on my lips before she returned to the overcooked eggs and burning pancakes that needed to be flipped on the other side.
After I’d made her coffee and helped her with the pancakes, we were at the table, with Riley underneath, her paws on Mariska’s feet. “When you paid Manny, I thought that Vince might have pierced your nipples,” I confessed.
A loud laugh bubbled out of her mouth. This summer I’d thought she was incapable of it, and, for a second, I felt like we were two normal people, having a regular conversation, without the dark cloud of my sins weighing down on me.
“Why on earth did you think that?”
“I heard Vince say that one of his client’s friends was thinking about getting her nipples pierced.” I squared my shoulders. “Then you and Bri came in, and I thought about Vince’s hands on your tits—”
Mariska covered her hand on top of my available one. “You’ve given me something to think about later on down the road, but for now”—she angled her head and showed off her earrings—“this is it.” I gave her a smile. She cut a piece of her stiff pancakes and I suppressed a chuckle. Half of the patch of pancakes was burnt and the other half we’d made together were edible. “You don’t have to eat the rest, Hunter,” she said. “You can get something outside or I’ll swipe you in with my card, so you get something in the dining hall.” She poured more maple syrup on top of her pancakes and, while my natural maple syrup didn’t take away the burnt taste, I liked that she didn’t throw away food. I didn’t like food to go to waste either, bland, or plain bad tasting food included.
“Thank you for making breakfast. The eggs were good.” I drank some of my coffee. “We can work on the pancakes some other time, if you want.”
“I’d like that,” she murmured.
***
RILEY WAS WITH US on the sofa again after we’d eaten most of the food, had two cups of coffee, and rinsed the dishes together before we put them in my dishwasher. As Mariska petted Riley, I pulled out the unopened bag of treats from behind my cushion and Riley stood on our legs, her tongue lolling out.
“You want some, hmmm, Riley?” Mariska asked and Riley barked in answer. “You’ve been such a good girl. Sit down, you’re nails are digging into us.”
Riley lowered onto our legs and I handed the treats I’d poured in my hand to Mariska. “She can’t get enough,” I said as I shook more of the food and Riley moved again. When I poured some pieces in my hand, she ate out of it.
Mariska had a tremulous smile on her face. She massaged Riley’s tummy, like she was already accustomed to and she looked content. “You like them, huh?” Mariska asked rhetorically in Spanish, and began rubbing her paws.
“I’ve heard you speak Spanish at your job. Did you learn it at school? At home?”
She shook her head slowly. “My mom taught me Spanish since I was really young,” she paused, her bottom lip jutting out. “She’s a translator at the nearest hospital. She speaks French, too. I tested out of the intermediate and advanced Spanish courses in middle school, so the Spanish teacher reviewed my independent study work. So, I can write reports and translate complicated scientific reports and stuff like that in Spanish.”
I turned to the side and Riley nuzzled into my stomach. “That explains why you sound like a native speaker.”
