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She laces our fingers together and brings our hands above our heads, joining our chests, her head just to the right of mine. My whiskers scrape against her cheek as she starts to ride me. Her movements are slow, yet powerful and the intensity is overpowering. I’m about to flip her on her back, but she knows my body well and sits up, increasing her speed and the friction. My cock pushes against the walls inside of her as she slides up and down, using her hips and the feeling is incredible.
The smile on her lips, her heavy eyelids, and her perfect breasts bouncing are a going to make me explode. Her inner thighs quiver against my legs. She’s about to come.
“Oh, God! Oh, God!” she cries out and her eyes roll back in her head as her thighs tighten around me. She stills and collapses on top of me, the muscles inside of her contracting around my dick.
“I love watching you come,” I tell her, slipping an arm around her and flipping her so I’m on top.
Her cheeks flush the shade of red I love. I shove my boxers down my legs, and tear her underwear from her body, before slowly slipping back inside of her with a loud groan. She feels so good, so right. I love this woman. Her fingers trail lightly through the stubble on my jaw.
“I’m sorry for what I said.”
“It’s over,” I say and lift my hips, slamming back into her. “I love you.”
She shows off her flexibility by lifting her legs in the air and resting her calves on my shoulders. Her confident smirk tells me something dirty is about to come from her mouth.
“This is make-up sex, so fuck me like you’re mad at me.”
I let out a growl. “That dirty mouth of yours is going to ruin me.”
“Good, now do what you were told.” She tries to keep a straight face, although her giggling gives her away.
I accommodate her immediately by pounding into her hard and fast, struggling to keep my arms braced above her. As the pressure builds and the tingling starts, I close my eyes in anticipation. One more thrust and I stiffen, my ass flexing with release as a raging tidal wave of unbearable intense pleasure ripples through me, bringing with it an exhilarating feeling of euphoria, a drug-like high that I never want to come down from. I feel disconnected from reality as pure bliss weighs me down and I cry out.
Its only when I feel her fist slam into my chest, and she struggles to get out from underneath me that I realize what I cried out. I grab on to her and pin her down to the couch.
“No, fuck. I’m sorry.”
Her brusque laugh is followed with, “You’re sorry?”
“It’s not what you think. I was thinking about her.” Her hips fly up, attempting to buck me off of her. “Fuck … that came out wrong, okay. My brain was ready to go again, and I was thinking about when she’d be bringing Javier back and if we had time for the counter in the kitchen, my desk, the shower. I knew who I was with, because you’re the only woman who knocks me into fucking oblivion like that.”
“Okay.” She exhales and a smile touches her soft pink lips. “I trust you and I believe you, because I know how your greedy mind operates when it comes to sex.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “Does that mean we can try the desk?”
She bites her lip. “I was thinking the balcony.”
My head falls forward. “You’re really are trying to ruin me.”
I stand and haul Maria into my arms. Her letting the incident go so easily, if possible, makes me love her even more. I was honest with her about why Tori was on my mind, but a part of me knows there’s more than what I shared. That the guilt consuming me about almost kissing Tori weighs heavily on my conscience.
Tug had dinner catered and it’s on the table when the doorbell rings at seven. He holds my hand, brushing our noses together. “You can do this.”
He answers the door. My father enters first, dressed more casually than our first meeting in tan slacks and a navy blue polo shirt. A boy and a girl follow behind him much younger than I expected, maybe eight and ten. The boy is older and looks like my father, but the girl is a direct reflection of me at her age. It’s surreal, the feeling so intense I can’t speak. Tug greets my father as I stand staring at the two children before me, their expressions mirroring my own. My father’s voice snaps me out of my trance. “Maria, this is Alejandro and Leticia. You’re brother and sister.”
Alejandro is also my father’s name, I found out on the flight home from Monterrey. Both children say hello. My mouth finally forms a full blown smile as I shake each of their hands.
“Javier,” I call down the hall to his bedroom. “Come out here, please.”
He skips down the hall, stopping next to me, his body glued to the side of my leg. With a hand on his shoulder I say, “Javier, sweetheart, I’d like you to meet Alejandro and Leticia, your … aunt and uncle.”
It feels so strange to say, not only because I never knew I had siblings, but because they’re barely older than Javier. They both say hello to Javier. He squishes his nose up, and I can tell he’s confused.
“Remember when I told you that I hadn’t seen my dad in a long time, but he was coming to dinner tonight?” He nods. “These are his kids, so that makes them my brother and sister, and your aunt and uncle.”
“Like Aunt Tori and Aunt Liv?”
“Exactly.”
