Within seconds, he’s darted between my legs, spreading them wide open so that he can get all the access he wants. He still has to go down on his knees, since he's so much taller than me, but at this height, I'm exactly at the right level for him to fit his face between my legs without having to bend his neck downwards. He does just that, his lips and tongue working on me just as hungrily as they do when we kiss, only this time with much more added pleasure for me.
I can only lean back, throwing my head back as I grip onto the edge of the countertop with my fingers, spreading myself wide open for him, wanting him to get deeper and deeper. It feels indecent to be doing this in front of those big, wide glass walls, although I know that no one can really see in from the other side. Fernando's hands quickly trace up my body, under the fabric of my dress, right under the bra that I'm wearing, and pushes it out of the way. He cups and kneads my breasts, making me gasp out and moan in pleasure again.
His tongue reaches inside of me, making me gasp and moan and wriggle my hips against him, wanting this and only this forever. I don't want to leave at the end of the week, I just want to stay like this every day. Not that it would be possible even if he wanted to. We have things like work and school that need to take up our time. But still, it's a nice fantasy. A fantasy I allow myself to get lost in as Fernando's hands and tongue continue to drive me into a frenzy.
“Wait,” I say breathlessly, gripping his shoulder. “If you don’t stop, I’ll…”
Fernando surfaces only just long enough to grin at me. “And what’s wrong with that?” he says. “It won’t be the last time today.”
Those words and the return of his hands and tongue both to my lower lips are enough to drive me over the edge. I shudder and come right over his mouth, shivers rolling through my body again and again as the pleasure only intensifies while he continues to work me until the last wave is gone.
“What about you?” I ask, breathless still, reaching for him as he stands.
“What about me?” he asks, then grins again, reaching for his belt. “Oh, you mean this…”
I definitely mean that. Even just the sight of him stripping down is enough to make me wet all over again, even though I just finished. When he pulls my ass right to the edge of the counter and lines himself up with my entrance, it’s all I can do to hold on, so impatient I might just launch myself off the marble surface and get him inside me faster.
It ends up being a pretty spectacular day. Sure, my dress now needs dry cleaning even though I've never even worn it outside, but it’s more than worth it. We order takeout at both lunch and dinner, interrupted both times in trying to fit in one more quick session when the doorbell goes off. And the whole day is like a magical dream, but by the time we fall into bed at the end of it, half exhausted, there's a reality that I can’t keep from breaking back in.
The fact is, at the end of this week, I'm going home. But Fernando is staying here. What this means for us is something that we haven’t yet discussed, and even though I didn't want to ruin things by bringing it up, I'm beginning to realize that maybe I should have. Because if I don't, I'm not going to have any idea of what will happen after I leave.
Fernando falls asleep, the sound of his heavy breathing soothing me as his chest rises up and down beneath my cheek. But there is still that worry, that thought that I have no idea what is next. And if I ask him, maybe he will tell me that this is going nowhere.
I don't want to hear that. I have two days left, or one and a bit if you count the fact that my flight leaves in the middle of the day. I'm not going to waste them.
I'll cling onto this fantasy until the very moment it ends, even knowing that it will break my heart. Because I can’t bear to wake up from this beautiful dream. I close my eyes and let sleep take me, even though I know it's also bringing me closer to the moment when I have to go.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Fernando
This time, I make sure that I wake up before she does. I have things to plan, things that I don't necessarily want her to know about just yet. And in order to do that, I have to be able to make calls before she's awake. Before she can hear me. There are only so many trips down the beach a man can make for work calls before his woman gets suspicious.