Page 65 of Two Marlboros

He loosened his grip and brought a hand close to my face and ran it through my hair.

“You look so handsome.”

I huffed, and he stopped stroking me. He moved his hand away, separating our bodies. A smile broke out on his face.

“In the usual places doing the usual things. I’ve been working, traveling the world a bit: France, England, Mexico. Nothing much.”

“Say something anyway, come on. I’m curious.”

He ran his fingers over my cheek again, as he had done at the party. His eyes were ravenous, and his mouth was begging mine to be silent, but I was itching to talk, to know who the person in front of me was. He smiled again, perhaps a little annoyed, and in a few steps, he was at the couch, where he sat down. I followed him and stood next to him, curling up with my legs folded tightly in my arms.

“You hope I have something exciting to tell you, but it’s been three completely normal years.”

“Never mind, I’m glad anyway.”

He laid his eyes on mine as I looked more like a child waiting for a snack.

“I spent several times in Europe, making a living with a few makeshift jobs. Then, as I’ve already told you, I got into business.”

“What’s Europe like?”

He chuckled, “Small. It’s much more provincial, with apartment buildings attached to each other, and townhouses are more of a luxury than suburban areas.”

“Well, it’s not so different from here.”

Harvey extended an arm toward me, and I almost had the instinct to retreat, though I didn’t. He moved closer to me to shorten the distance. I was enraptured by his eyes, that look demanding that I get serious.

“See? I told you it was nothing special.”

I nodded and knew the moment had come. Harvey’s face grew closer and closer until I closed my eyes and waited. I felt again the roughness of his beard, then his lips on mine and the insistence of his tongue. I imagined his chest under his shirt, his pants not allowing me to see but only to feel his shape. Soon I would only be tired of sensing, as that kiss became more and more frantic, his touch creeping its way over my skin. I imitated him and discovered the warmth of his body, but he pulled me up, interrupting the kiss for only a moment, just long enough to move into the bedroom.

We made our way not without difficulty, but I was thinking about where his hands would be soon, where mine would be, his nakedness in all its beauty and mine at his disposal. The fabric that separated us dissolved in a moment and soon we were lying on the bed.

Harvey kissed me voraciously. His lips barely made time to linger on my skin, then set off again to discover my body, further and further down. Around my groin he began to slow down, to rest his mouth longer, to allow me time to desire that kiss a littlecloser to my throbbing sex. He traveled down my lower belly, diverted to my inner thigh, from left to right, then started that circular motion, leaving a trail of saliva each time, only to let me foreshadow that he might soon do it elsewhere.

And he was going to do it.

He was going tohaveto do it.

He detached his face from where I would have left it forever, moved closer to my mouth and reserved a mischievous smile for me.

I barely nudged him and ended up on his back, and it was time to return the favor.

I kissed him as he had kissed me, watched his back arch and the moans come out of that panting mouth. I went back up for a moment to kiss him, first at the corner of his mouth, then on the lips, which he stole from me with a hungry snap.

He grabbed my wrist and led me down to his member. I knew what he wanted from me, but I wanted to tease him and didn’t go along with it. He tried again and I, without much thought, wrapped his sex in my fingers and delighted him with slow, deep movements. I continued with my massage until he suddenly stopped my hand; he opened his eyes, which up to that moment he had kept closed, imagining who knows what, and put me on my back again, him between my legs. He came up to my face and gave me a few distracted kisses, after which he pulled away panting.

“Let me fuck you.”

He did not wait for my reaction and pulled my legs up. It wasn’t very romantic, but I knew I couldn’t expect such finesse from him. It felt like my heart was in a grip and I was sure it was the excitement galloping.

Put a condom on him, my conscience told me. And that was the only advice I took from that annoying voice.

Did it have to intrude at that very moment?

“You’re going to make me slacken like that. I want to do it without it,” Harvey replied.

I waved the condom before his eyes. “It’s that or nothing.”

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