I opened my eyes and looked at him. I knew he didn’t want me to make myself cum. I knew that no matter how much he enjoyed watching, he wanted to feel every movement of my vagina convulse with the orgasm. He wanted to have his dick soaked in my juices.
I wanted it too.
As he crawled up the bed toward me, he grabbed my fingers and sucked them dry. Alejo looked into my eyes as he penetrated me. For some reason I gasped in surprise. I hadn’t expected it obviously, but it seemed different this time as he gently began to move in and out of me.
I moaned and closed my eyes as he held me tightly against him and moved slowly and gently. I had never had this with Mitchell. It was always quick thrusts; completely passionate but never as gentle and meaningful as it was at this moment.
Oh GOD. I’m going to cum already. Fuck this feels amazing!
“Livie...” he breathed as he tightened his grip.
I could tell by the way he was breathing that he was going to cum too. The shaking of his arms was making it even more amazing, because I could tell he was trying to fight it.
It eventually got to the point where our sexual desires exploded like a volcano at the same time. Alejo hadn’t made any move to pull out of me like he had before and I hadn’t made any move to prompt him too.
“I’m sorry,” he said as he laid his head on my chest.
“Don’t be. That was yum,” I replied as I ran my hands through his hair, trying to catch my breath.
“I should have asked if that was okay,” he said looking up at me.
“I said it was yum, didn’t I?” I asked with a smile.
“Can we do this again before you leave?” he asked rubbing my side.
“Maybe. If I can ever walk again after tonight.”
I laid there thinking about how many days I had left in Ibiza. Almost a full week and then we would be off to Madrid and Barcelona.
I wasn’t sure yet if I would miss Alejandro.
Suddenly I had a thought run through my head.
“So who was that chick anyw
ay?” I asked quietly.
“Old girlfriend.”
“And that was supposed to make me jealous?”
He chuckled as he slid his body off of mine and sat up. I looked up at him as he brought his knees up and crossed his hands over them.
“I had to know how you would feel to see me with another woman. When you left the restaurant angrily, I wasn’t sure still so I invited her back here to see how you would react then. Your anger, your tears, your refusal to look... It told me what I wanted to know honestly. Jealousy, although an honestly undesirable trait for one person to exhibit, is the key factor in truth. Why would one be angry or hurt about something if they had not wanted that thing for themselves? Anyway, that’s why I did all of those things tonight Liv. I told you I would hurt you emotionally and because I was able too, I know that somewhere deep inside that blocked off heart you came here with, something wants me. And that’s all I need to know. Whether it’s real emotion or just a fleeting thing, only time will tell, but for now it’s what I need to feel alive again.”
“What does that mean?” I asked curiously.
He sat there quietly for a moment, before he spoke again.
“What’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to you in your life so far? Can you think of anything?”
I lay there with my hands across my stomach running through my life events trying to figure out what exactly I could point out as the worst event that had happened to me so far.
“You’re lucky,” he said with a slightly bitter chuckle. “You can’t think of anything.”
I put a hand on his arm as I sat up, but he refused to look at me.
“Would you like to hear a story Olivia?” he asked. Without letting me respond he continued, “When I was a small child of about four years old I had a male family member take advantage of my innocence. Not only did he do this to me, he would pass me off to his friends so that they could do the same or they would come over and watch. It lasted until I was about ten years old and I finally broke down and told my mother and father what had been happening. My mother cried hysterically and begged my forgiveness for not knowing. My father became angry; very angry and he went after that family member. He had arranged a hunting trip with him and only my father returned. No one ever found any trace of that person nor did anyone have reason to suspect that my father had harmed him in anyway. My entire family came together for us. My brothers swore they would never let me out of their sights again. I don’t ever really think about it much, but when I saw you ... When I sat next to you when you slept ... I wanted to do to you everything that was done to me. Not in a malicious, scar you for life kind of way, in an “I’ve finally found the person who can fix me” kind of way. This is why I followed you around Ibiza. This is why I wouldn’t let you out of my sight, why I made you watch me with her. Why I made it painful. I felt that you would be able to handle it as I did and wanted so desperately for you to understand that this was my idea of love for a long time,” he said, smiling sadly as he looked at me.