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“You’re not serious.”
“Here we go.”
“Why?”
“Why not? They’ve just found out that circumstances outside their control have kept them apart. That the love they feel isn’t unrequited. That they’re notalone.”
I look up at him a little incredulously. Maybe I shouldn’t be one to stereotype by gender or sexuality, but I hadnotexpected Sebastián to have strong opinions onThe Notebook.
You just liked the scene ’cause it was in the rain, I almost tease. Instead, I rip the umbrella from his hand and throw it to the side.
“Hey,” Sebastián shouts in surprise.
I take a few steps back and run towards him. He catches me easily as I wrap my legs around his waist. The rain has drenched us in seconds, my hair plastered to my skin as I cup his face in my hands and kiss him. His lips are sweet with rainwater, wet with the sky and his tongue. It’s a mix of warmth and cold and I wrap my arms around him, letting his sure hold keep me steady.
I pull away and grin at him. The way his eyes look in the glittering streetlights and rain shadows has me leaning in to taste him again.
“Iva,” he says, my name filled with water and cloud, a note in his voice that drags me close. All that exists is him as the rain washes everything else away.
We end up at a local bar, knocking elbows at a corner booth as we eat burgers and fries. My eyeliner is smudged, I can practicallyhearmy hair frizzing, and I can’t keep the smile off my face. The warmth of the bar keeps our wet clothes from chilling us too much, but we still stay close to each other. I want to touch the happy lines of Sebastián’s face with my ketchup-sticky fingers, but settle for admiring them from afar.
Our jackets are only half-dry as we walk back, and we’re both shivering by the time we get to his. We strip each other, leaving our clothes on the floor for Nina to investigate as we kiss our way to the bathroom. The water burns my skin as we get into the shower, and he kisses the yelp from my mouth.
It’s a tight fit under the nozzle, but we make do. Steam fills the air as I run my fingers across his wet body. His hands feel large and smooth against my skin, and I lose myself for a while in the rush of the water and all his warmth.
His cock is slippery as I wrap my fingers around him. His hands tighten against my sides as I squeeze him lightly and move my hand up and down. He slips two fingers between my legs and I moan, opening my mouth against his, shivering with pleasure instead of cold.
We wash each other slowly. It’s a re-exploration of land we’ve already travelled. I run my hands across his shoulders, down his chest, his abs. He presses against my ass, my back, circling my neck. I turn around and tilt my head down as he moulds himself against me and washes my hair. I almost drift off at the feel of his fingers massaging my scalp. He kisses my neck when all the suds have been washed away, and I smile in the fog of the heat.
We turn the water off and step out, drying ourselves and each other softly. We can’t keep our hands from wandering, or our eyes. He dries my hair with careful fingers and a deep gaze until I can’t wait any longer.
The apartment is warm as we move to the bedroom, our skin heated by the shower and our touch. I lie down on the bed, and he kisses my neck again, just the tip of his fingers brushing over my skin. They trace my chest, my belly, down to my thighs. I scratch lightly at his back, feeling the muscles of it move. My body arches as he moves down, pressing kisses across my breasts, making me twitch with laughter as he trails kisses down my side.
“Ticklish,” I protest, already a little breathless. The pleasure inside me is light and bubbling, carbonising my blood and making it fizz its way through me.
He moves down between my legs and licks me there. The pleasure deepens, sinking to tremble at the pit of me. I thank every woman that has come before me for teaching his tongue to move like this. The flat of his tongue runs up from my slickness to the nub that has me trembling at the feel of him, massaging there. I grip at his shoulders, and he thrusts two fingers inside me.
It’s up, up, up as he sucks on my clit, fucks me with his fingers, presses my name between my legs. My eyes are closed, and my sight fills with reds and purples, pressing the bloom of heated blood across my vision. The pleasure becomes too much without it being enough. I can feel it everywhere, so deep I’m expanding with it, and I come with a hoarse cry. He lets my hips move even as his hand presses against my bones until I’m trembling from overstimulation. He moves up to kiss me, sharing my taste, and I pant for a while, letting my pulse settle.
“My turn,” I say when my breath has evened out as much as it’s going to with him kissing me like that.
He looks surprised for a second as I push him on his front. I kiss the nape of his neck, running my lips across his shoulders. I feel the knobs of his spine until I’m at the small of his back. I trace the globes of his ass with my fingers, and he twitches when they dip into his cleft.
“Has anybody done this for you before?” I say against his skin because it must be obvious what I’m up to.
“No.”
“You can stop me at any time,” I say, knowing some people are a little uncomfortable with this. He nods against the sheets.
I push his thighs apart a little, running soothing hands across his skin. I part one of his ass cheeks and brush my fingers teasingly against the exposed skin before pressing the sensitive furl around his entrance. I hear Sebastián make a small noise. I rub my thumb there, pressing, before dipping my face down and licking against his skin.
Sebastián’s whole body twitches. I do it again, again. Each stroke is a little shorter until I’m concentrating on Sebastián’s puckered skin, running the tip of my tongue teasingly around the ring before pushing more insistently against him. Sebastián is clutching at the sheets on either side of his head, his face tilted to the side. His breath is coming in a little short and loud, and I smile against his skin before pushing my tongue inside him.
His hips jolt a little, but I’m holding him down. My tongue spears in and out. He’s making low, aborted sounds, but he moans loudly as my fingers join the fray. I wet my thumb in my mouth before pushing it inside him, hooking it down to rub harshly just inside his hole, stretching him so I can get my tongue deeper inside.
“Fuck. Fuck, Iva,” he pants.
I hitch his hips up so that he’s on his knees. He goes easily, and I push my index finger in this time, reaching further as I lick at him. I thrust my tongue in as far as it will reach, fucking him with my finger and my mouth.
