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Every flick of my wrist, my cock swells a little more. I can see soon she’ll be over the edge as our passions feed off one another and as my pleasure mounts, so does hers. We’re staring into each other’s eyes and I know not only is this a first for her, but for me too. I’ve never had a woman watch me, not that there’s anyone has even remotely been worthy of such a treat.
But with Leticia there are no boundaries.
I love the way she’s licking her lips. Our rhythms synchronize and as I stroke up, she thrusts her fingers. With every passing moment, I can’t think of anything better than to be inside other.
“Casi4, Diego,” she moans as she starts to release. I do the same, as I don’t want to hold back anymore. I want to come inside of her, even if it’s via video chat and we’re not together. We are in spirit, and that’s the important thing. I start to jerk uncontrollably as her screams start to become louder.
Just one more thrust, one more jerk, and I’m going to come all over the floor. I don’t care, I’ll clean it up later, as her nipplesare so hard and she has one hand just foundling the part I love to kiss so much.
She collapses on her chair, and I do the same as my cum greets the floor like I’d assumed it would. I hop out of my chair, not fully fulfilled.
“¿Diego. Donde vas?5”
I want the real thing. I want her sweet pussy clenching around my cock, I want my mouth sucking on her breasts. I don’t know how some do long-distance relationships, but it’s not for me.
“I’m coming!” I say as I head to the bathroom to clean up.
She knows what I mean as I end the call.
Get the jet ready. I’m going back to Spain.
I text my associate. I’ll clean this shit off the floor and then pack a bag. Nothing feels right here without her. I need to feel the warmth of her skin next to mine. She’s like a drug, and I’ve become an addict and nothing can take away the craving I have for her right now. I hate seeing her sad and upset, which she is over her abuela. The lawyers can battle it out between themselves. I don’t fucking care about anything right now but being with the woman I love.
Even if I haven’t told her yet, not only am I going to tell her, but I’ll make sure I show her too.
1 Oxtail.
2 Take care.
3 Orphanage.
4 Nearly.
5 Diego, where are you going?
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Leticia
Diego’s on his way here.
My heart skipped a beat when he said he was coming, I was so excited about him being here with me. I can’t wait for him to come. He’s getting on a plane to be with me, after weeks of being apart I didn’t think I would want him so badly. Not after the way he first behaved when I told him that I wouldn’t be leaving Madrid within a week.
Then somehow between the days that turned to weeks, now it is like I’ve been talking to a different person. One who’s compassionate, and my heart craves him even more than when we were in Japan.
When he told me to touch myself, I wasn’t in the mood. If anything I was annoyed that he was thinking of sex at a time like this, but it made me sleep for the first time in three days. I slept like a baby, no longer feeling anxious and worried. I hear a loud scream and as my eyes cast over the time, I realize it’s nearly lunchtime.
All my hairs stand on end as I swing open my bedroom door. Opposite, I can see that the front door is open.
“¿Qué?” I scream once I run down the stairs.
“¡No la ví1!” someone is screaming, and repeating it over and over again. The man who is saying it is walking out of his car, and I don’t know what’s going on, as Mamá starts to scream and then the noise feels as if it turns into sirens.
“¡Llama una ambulancia2!” Alberto yells at me as he halts in front of me.
An ambulance for what? For whom? Then as everyone is shouting and I draw closer while making the phone call, I see what they’re talking about. In front of the ambulance is mi abuela naked and in front of the car. Mamá is trying to cover her, but the blood which is pouring out of her head is as if it’s milk being spilled out of a glass, and it is enough to let me know we can call all the ambulances in the world, it wouldn’t make a difference. Abuela is gone. She’s not with us anymore, that part is for sure.
It’s been a cold few hours in this house. I can’t breathe or even think straight as the reality hits me one minute and the next I expect to go to bed and to wake up to a new reality. I want to do that now, go to bed and not have the reality of mi abuela not being here anymore. I look out of the kitchen window as she did when I first learned about her illness. The conversations we’d had weren’t enough. I wanted to know what she was thinking at this precise moment when she was looking out of the window. Did she see Pablito, or the many people she’d lost in her life?
