I throw my head back at the feeling of her around me, hot and wet, tight and pulsing. Is there any better feeling than this? I throw myself into her with abandon, moving at first gently and then faster, faster, faster. All the while, Ashley writhes and groans in front of me, displaying her appreciation for my movements. With one hand supporting her thigh, I have the other free to reach for her breast and squeeze and knead it, and I notice that when I flick my thumb over the raised tip of her nipple she groans with even greater urgency. I speed up the pace there, sucking her other breast into my mouth so that I can flick her nipple with my tongue, hearing her cries become more and more urgent and impassioned.
Even just hearing her like this is almost enough to send me over the edge already. I temper myself, slowing down the tempo a second, rotating my hips in a different way to push further and deeper inside of her. I try to experiment with what she will like the best, gauging by her responses and her cries, until the moment when her eyes fly open in what can only be in surprise and I see deep need seated within them. So, I think, there it is. The place that I've been looking for. And now that I’ve found it, I go hard and fast, not wanting to lose it. Ashley throws her head back against the pillow until all I can see is her neck, her chin raised high up in the air, a string of moans and unintelligible words coming out of her.
I realized that I’m making similar noises myself, my sense of anything else around us completely lost. We could be in the middle of a shopping center, a busy airport, a thousand people watching us, and it wouldn’t make any difference. I cry out in pleasure as she pulses around me, her body jerking and then flailing almost as she gives in to her pleasure, her channel tightening and pulsing around me. It squeezes me until I can no longer take it, expelling my seed inside her with a desperate cry.
Which is exactly when the doorbell goes off, signaling the arrival of our dinner.
I laugh and gasp for breath as I pull out of her and reach almost blindly for a robe hanging over the chair beside the bed, both of us grinning like naughty children at the idea of being caught out by our delivery.
Chapter Twenty
Ashley
When I wake up the next morning, at first I wonder if any of it might have been a dream. That I might be laying in a hotel room bed, or even back in Madrid still, never having come to Barcelona. It can't possibly have been real, can it?
But then I open my eyes, and I know that I’m not in some random bed somewhere, but in Fernando's bed. In his home. With him next to me, still sleeping. By the side of the bed, I can see the empty takeout cartoons that we had last night after we ate them wrapped in the covers because we didn't want to leave each other’s side. We slept naked, something that is both liberating and strange to me. I've never done it before on my own, let alone with someone else.
I could stay here forever, but as soon as my eyes are fully open, I also realize something else, I need to pee. It's regrettable, but I can’t stay here much longer. Taking care not to wake Fernando up, I slip out of the bed and move towards the bathroom.
After splashing some water on my face, using the bathroom, and trying in vain to straighten my hair a little, I find a robe hanging behind the door. It's cotton and white as if it came from a spa, and that makes me think of last night and I smile to myself even more. He really thought of everything.
I can't believe how lucky I am to have found a man like Fernando. Not only does he take care of me and want to make sure that I have everything I need, but he's so handsome, so sturdy, someone I can really rely on. The kind of man I would dream of, but not expect to meet. Let alone for him to feel the same way about me as I do about him.
That's if he does feel the same way. We haven't really discussed it. I put it out of my head again now, or at least try to, the same way that I’ve been doing over the last few days. I don't want to ruin a good thing by being too worried about the future. If we have something together after this, it will be amazing. If not, at least I know that we had this magical week.