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He doesn’t let me finish and penetrates me with a single thrust, stealing a small scream from me.
My hands slip a little on the glass as he grabs my hips to get as deep as he can.
“Oh God, Ares.”
It feels so good I can barely stand up. With one hand on my hip, he uses the other to caress my breasts, intensifying the sensations all over my body. Being able to see my reflection, and seeing him there behind me fucking me, is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, in, out, in, out. The feeling of skin on skin, of his hot manhood inside my wetness is wonderful.
His fingers dig into my hips, and his movements become more desperate and clumsier. I know he’s close to coming, which pushes me toward my second orgasm.
I watch him close his eyes, feel him get even harder inside me, and we come together, moaning and shuddering. That’s where it all started, my breathing out of control, my eyes looking through the window.
FIFTY-FOUR
The Grandpa
- ARES -
Watching her sleep relaxes me.
It gives me a sense of peace and security that I never thought anyone could provide. I run the back of my fingers across her cheek gently, not wanting to wake her, though I know it would take much more than a simple touch for that. Raquel is exhausted. I left her exhausted. A cocky smile forms on my lips, and I wish she could see it so she could joke or tease me about it.
I know she would say something like,arrogant Greek god.
She looks so vulnerable and beautiful in her sleep. Her transparency, the ease with which I can read her, is one of the things that drew me to her. I didn’t have to worry about ulterior motives, lies, or false feelings. She is for real, so clear, and obvious with everything she feels. That’s exactly what I’ve always needed: clarity and honesty. It’s why I can expose myself in this way and allow myself to follow my feelings, release them, and open my heart to her.
I lean over and kiss her forehead.
“I love you,” I whisper. She stirs a little but stays asleep. Watching her sleep makes me feel a little stalker-ish, reminding me of our beginnings.
My little stalker witch.
The one who thought I didn’t know she was stalking me. All those times I acted like I didn’t know she was watching . . .
A knock on the door brings me back to reality. I cover Raquel completely with the sheet and get up, dressing quickly, but I can’t find my shirt, so I open the door without it. Two girls, whom I recognize as Raquel’s cousins, but whose names I can’t remember, look petrified when they see me standing there. Their eyes run up and down my naked torso shamelessly. One of them blushes, sharing a glance with the other.
“My goodness, you’re so hot,” she exclaims.
“Cecilia!” The other girl scolds her. Cecilia bites her lip.
“I’m just telling the truth, Camila. He knows he’s hot, so why deny that we’re dazzled?” she asks. I ignore her compliment.
“I imagine you’re the cousins who are sleeping in Raquel’s room,” I say drily. Camila nods.
“Yeah, we’re sorry to interrupt,” she says. I give her a polite nod in return.
“Don’t worry, come in,” I offer, and Cecilia follows me into the room. “I was just leaving. I need to find my shirt.”
“What’s the point?” she asks. “You look perfect without it.”
Camila grabs her arm.
“Cecilia!” She gives me an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, Ceci has had too much to drink.”
“Don’t worry,” I mutter. I pick up my shirt from the floor and lean over to give Raquel a short kiss on the cheek before putting it back on. “Don’t wake her up. She’s exhausted, and it’s been a long day for her.”
“Okay,” Camila agrees.
“Good night,” I say. I walk out into the hallway and head for the stairs.
