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I slip her dress to one side and snap her bra free with the flick of my wrist, freeing her breasts. I lean backward momentarily, gazing at her body with a heat so intense.
“Every time I see you naked, it feels as if it’s the first time. You’re perfect.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she teases.
Her nipples are hard peaks, begging for my mouth, and I oblige, grazing them softly with my tongue in a way that makes her body contorts. She curls her fingers through my hair as I move across her chest. I pull down her panties and my jeans as I move her to straddle me. I can’t get enough of this woman.
My eyes widen as I gradually push my way past her folds, her body welcomes me by trembling as I reach out and wrap one hand around her waist and the other around her shoulder.
I guide her up and down.
My grip is firm, but my motions are slow. I’m not in a hurry and I don’t know when I’m going to be back.
“I need to have this sweet body with me always, you must come back to NY soon. I don’t want us to be apart.”
She doesn’t say a word, but soft moans escape her lips as once again I know I’m not fucking her. No, I’m making love to her. She loves it, I can tell by the sense of calm that is written all over her face.
She shifts her hips so that she can accommodate me, and with firm pressure, she rocks her body against mine with a rhythm that is driving me insane.
“Don’t go. Stay with me. Don’t stop,” she moans.
I reach one hand to caress her breast while leaning in and planting a string of hungry kisses along her collarbone.
“Come with me.”
I press my face into her hair. The scent of her washes over me and as much as I’m trying to hold back, it’s enough to wake the beast inside of me.
“Are you coming for me?” I ask as she starts to lose control.
“Yes,” she breaths as if she can’t say anything else and she’s out of breath.
I guide her over the edge, pulling her in close and sealing my mouth over hers as her release takes hold. I start to come straight after her, my body quivering beneath her. I never break the kiss, because I want to taste her while we both come.
I pull her in close after I finish and can taste her breath as she continues to moan.
“I need to stay and see my family for a while. It’s been months since I’ve been with them like this.”
I think about when she was first in NY and how sad she used to look at times at her desk. She was homesick. When she was eighteen she planned to run away with her boyfriend. The last six months is the longest she has been away from her family andeven when Belén was planning the wedding, I had her running around even more than usual.
“My lawyer set up the divorce papers. So, you’ll no more be pretending to be Belén on paper and we can start our lives together.”
She smiles. “Yes, I want to be your wife. I want to be Leticia Lopez Martin, not Belén Lopez Martin.”
A lump forms in my throat at the idea of it. I’ve broken all my rules and more just being with Leticia. I promised myself I would never fall in love, and I would never marry for love.
But all that matters is being with her, and nothing else.
1 painting.
2 The Spanish bullfighters.
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Leticia
Ishould sleep, but I can still smell Diego on my pillow, so I hug it even tighter, pretending it is him in my bed. I said that I will stay in Cobeña for a week before heading back to NY, but I’m wondering if it needs to be longer as I noticed that mi abuela was tired and frail at the festivos and she complained about a stomachache.
She’s probably still in bed and it is still early so I try to shut my eyes hoping that sleep will come to me, but the more I try the more I find it hard to sleep.
