en mí, tengo que sentir lo mucho que me quieres. Muéstrame lo mucho que me quieres, sólo a mí. I need you to lose yourself in me, I need to feel how much you love me. Show me how much you love me, only me.” Her voice is barely a whisper, but the way she speaks to me, the way the Spanish rolls off her tongue, it’s our intimate way of communicating, just like old times, and she has read my mind.
So, for tonight, we do what both of us crave, what both of us need from each other. We make love until the sun rises in the morning, and it’s in the light of the new day when we fall asleep in each other’s arms, ready for new beginnings.
CHARLIE
“Welcome home, roomie!”
Lex scratches his jaw, trying to hide the smile which has been a permanent fixture since last night. After a tiring drive back into the city, we are officially home. And I officially have a live-in husband.
The whole concept of having a husband who actually lives with me is rather exciting, and I can barely contain my enthusiasm. But I also have no idea what I’m doing, never having lived with a man before, except my dad. Wait, let me rephrase that—I have never lived with an unbelievably drop-dead gorgeous man who makes me weak in the knees every single time he looks at me.
“Roomie… hmm, did you secretly consume some sugar on the way here? You’re extremely hyperactive,” he teases, placing our bags beside the couch.
“Nope, just high on love.”
“Oh, that’s kind of corny.” He laughs
“Wow, so it turns out that I’m not one of those I-love-you-and-I’ll-post-it-on-Facebook-so- everyone-can-see-it kinda chicks?”
“You lost me?”
“Oh, I forgot you refuse to join the rest of our generation and get on the social media bandwagon,” I mock with a sneer. “There are some people who constantly write on their partner’s walls how much they love them. It annoys me so much so that Eric purposely does it to me all the time now.”
“Firstly, what the hell is a wall? Secondly, don’t think that because we are ‘roomies,’ I’m opening a Facebook account.”
“Will you tweet with me?” I ask, batting my eyelashes.
He pulls me into him, then places his hands under my thighs, lifting me as I wrap my legs around him. Pushing my back against the wall, his lips forcefully finding mine. I still crave him, even more so than last night, wondering how this man can do this to me every time.
“It’s funny how you think that you’ll have time for all that bullshit,” he breathes, tugging at my bottom lip.
His hands wander to the bottom of my sweater, and in a quick move, he yanks it over my head, leaving me in my bra. Like a fire raging within his eyes, they burn as they fixate on my chest, feverishly squeezing my breasts, making my body convulse. I can’t possibly come again.
Not after four hours of slow lovemaking last night.
Not after the five, that turned into fifteen-minute quickie this morning.
Not after the blow job on the interstate.
And yet, here we were again, ready to explode like it’s the first time we have touched in years.
He lifts my skirt, sliding his hands along my ass cheeks before cupping them firmly. His lips never leave mine, and yet, somehow, I manage to get his jeans undone. Damn, I’m getting good at this. I slide my hands inside and free his cock, his whimper brushing past my ear. So hard but smooth, I stroke it slowly, feeling him buckle under my touch. With shallow breaths, I tug on his ear gently with my teeth. “I could get used to it… you inside me at all times.”
Lex pauses, catching his breath. His fingers now trace my lips and trail down my body until he finds that spot, the one making me weak in the knees, the one possessing every inch of my body causing it to ache until I can’t take it anymore. His hand slides against my clit so effortlessly as the pool of wet drenches his fingers.
“This is how I always want to find you, soaking wet, ready, knowing that you ache just as much as I do. I want you desperate around me, I want you to want me every moment we are together.”
The sound of his voice, his dirty voice, piling on the pleasure, drives me to the point of no return when everything dirty crosses my mind, and I want