The next three days were, without a doubt, the happiest days of his life so far. He was careful to add the 'so far', because he had a suspicion that things would only get better from here, and he couldn't wait. They started each morning with kisses before breakfast in one of their rooms, then spent the day exchanging glances and stolen kisses between classes, before ending their evenings on his bed, talking softly and kissing for hours. She remained mindful of their agreement to take things slow, and every day he felt more comfortable with her, to the point that it was getting very difficult to keep his hands off of her. He'd never felt this way before – this irresistible, magnetic pull towards another person, this constant longing to touch her, the feeling that every minute he spent not kissing her was a minute wasted. When they were together, he felt painfully divided between wanting to be more intimate with her and being too shy to make the first move, so they didn't go beyond kissing, and the tension between them grew every day until his entire body felt charged with electricity whenever he was near her, every kiss and every touch sparking feelings and desires that were entirely new to him.
On the fourth day, they decided that it would be nice to get out of the house for an afternoon, so Raquel suggested they take some buckets and mops and go clean up the hangar that would be their control room during the heist. Sergio agreed, ordered the team to spend the afternoon studying under the supervision of Berlin, and they set out together in the car, giddy with relief at being away from the others for a while. He couldn't help but compare this trip to the last time they'd gone to the hangar together, when he'd felt so uncomfortable being alone with her. Now, he was light-headed with happiness, and they spent the drive talking and laughing, her hand on his knee the entire time, while he had great trouble keeping his eyes on the road. When they got to Madrid, he parked the car a couple of streets away from their headquarters.
"Why are we stopping here?" she asked him.
"I want to show you something."
They got out of the car and he opened a door, after which they went through a short hallway covered in plastic sheets.
"What is this place?" she asked.
"You'll see."
The hallway led to a dark room. Sergio felt around for the light switch, then turned it on, and Raquel gasped in wonder as fairy lights popped on everywhere, revealing a large space filled with a mixture of furniture, like a bed and a couch, and assorted objects, like an old car and an apple press.
"Seriously, what is this place?" she smiled.
"It's a back-up location, in case we need a cover."
"But this is so much nicer than the actual control room! Why can't we set up here?"
"Because I've had the other place for years, and we've already dug part of the tunnel from there. I've acquired this location much more recently."
"It's lovely", she nodded. "But why are we here?"
He hesitated, and his eyes flicked to the bed, which had been a bunk bed until yesterday, when he'd made some calls and had it replaced with a much more comfortable double bed. She followed his gaze.
"Oh!" She turned to him with a broad smile. "I see."
"If that's okay with you", he said quickly. "I don't want to presume…"
She flashed him a grin. "Presume away."
She came up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You really are a genius. Privacy, comfort, romantic lighting… it's perfect."
She kissed him, and he immediately felt nervous, his heart racing. He wanted her so badly, but oh god, what if he did it wrong? She seemed to sense his discomfort, because she pulled back and considered him for a moment.
"Sergio, can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"How long has it been since you last had sex?"
He did a quick calculation. "I think… about fourteen years."
She stared at him. "You… you haven't had sex in fourteen years?"
"Give or take."
"God, Sergio! No wonder you're nervous! I can't even imagine… Didn't you miss it?"
He shrugged. "Not really. I tried it a few times in my twenties, but honestly, I never really liked it."
She hesitated, then asked carefully: "You're… you're not asexual, are you?"
He snorted. "If you could have seen the dreams I've had over the past few days, you wouldn't ask me that."
She smiled in delight. "Good."
He continued more seriously: "I've thought about it, of course. For years, I thought that maybe I was asexual. I could always perform when I needed to, my body did the things it was supposed to do. But it didn't make me feel anything. I never used to feel desire for another person."
He pulled her closer with an arm around her waist and whispered in her ear. "But god, Raquel, I desire you."
She shivered and pressed herself closer to him, turning up her face to kiss his neck. He closed his eyes at how good it felt, and a wave of longing rose up inside of him, stronger than anything he'd ever felt. It was amazing and scary as hell, making him shake slightly. She noticed, pulled back, and took his face between her hands to give him a soft look.
"Tell me why you're nervous."
"Because it's you", he said. "Because I want to be good for you and I'm afraid I won't be able to do it right."
"You do know what to do, right?"
"Only the basic stuff", he admitted. "The very basic stuff."
"Well", she smiled at him. "You're never too old to learn something new. And I think I can teach you a thing or two."
He couldn't help but smile back. "I'm sure you can."
"Let's take our time. We have all afternoon."
The thought of making love to her all afternoon was glorious and terrifying. He suddenly realized that this would be the first time she slept with someone after her abusive ex-husband – this was a significant moment for her, and he barely knew what he was doing. He felt himself spiral into panic again, but she pulled him back with a hand on his cheek.
"Sergio, look at me. Why do you want this?"
He didn't understand her question. "We're in a relationship. Am I not supposed to want…"
She shook her head. "I don't care what you're supposed to want. Think about it for a moment and tell me: why do you want to sleep with me?"
He considered it, then said: "Because I want to be close to you. Because you're making me feel things I've never felt before and I wonder what it will be like, with you. Because…" His voice dropped to an embarrassed whisper. "Because you're very sexy, and I want to touch you and kiss you… all over."
"That's a good thing", she smiled. "Don't be embarrassed."
He smiled back, encouraged. "I also want to do it because I want to find out what you like and then… then do those things."
Her smile broadened. "Those are all excellent reasons. And you know what's so lovely? You don't need technical skills or lots of experience for any of them. You only need to like and trust each other. Do you trust me?"
He looked into her eyes. "I do."
"Good", she said softly. "Then why don't you try turning off your brain for a bit and just doing what feels right. What do you want to do right now?"
"I want to kiss you", he whispered.
"Well isn't that a coincidence?" she smiled. "I want to kiss you too."
He bent his head and pressed his lips against hers, and much of his nervousness melted away in the familiarity of her kisses, the joy of it, the delight of her hand caressing the back of his neck. When she opened her mouth and deepened the kiss, he felt another surge of longing for her, and this time, he didn't overthink it – he let it sweep through him and carry him away. Everything would be alright as long as he could be close to her.
She took off his jacket and undid his tie, slowly, without any urgency. Then she led him to the bed and they lay down together, and she kissed him for a long time, until he felt comfortable, and then a little longer, until he felt more than ready for more. Then she started kissing his neck and throat, and he sighed softly as the sensations sent shivers down his spine. She moved up a little and nuzzled his ear, then she took his earlobe between her teeth and pulled gently, causing a stab of arousal to shoot through him, making him inhale sharply.
"Do you like that?" she murmured.
"Yes", he breathed. "Do it again."
She obliged him, and he closed his eyes with a groan. Then her fingers undid the top button of his shirt, and she dipped down to kiss the newly exposed skin. She did the same thing for every button she undid, trailing kisses down his chest and stomach, igniting fires within him that had never been lit before. Then she helped him shrug out of his shirt, and she eyed him approvingly.
"You have such nice shoulders", she said, running light hands over them. "And nice arms."
She trailed her fingers down one arm, drawing paths of delicious fire, waking up his skin to her touch.
She picked up his hand. "And you have such lovely hands. Strong and sensitive."
She kissed his palm, then looked up at him with sparkling eyes. "I've been thinking about your hands a lot lately."
He swallowed, his heart racing. "Have you?"
"Yes", she said, slowly stroking the palm of his hand and his fingers. "I love your hands. I love them in my hair, and on my back. I just love it when you touch me, Sergio."
Pushing him back down onto the bed, she lay down next to him and let her hand roam over his chest and stomach as she kissed him, keeping her touch light, making him sigh with the pleasure of it. He marveled at how good it felt, how unspeakably lovely, to be touched by her when he usually hated to be touched by anyone. When she did it, it just felt right.
She sat up and started unbuttoning her own shirt, but he stopped her with a hand on hers.
"Please", he murmured. "Let me."
She smiled in delight and he undid her buttons with careful fingers, one by one, exposing the white top she was wearing underneath, feeling like he was unwrapping a present. He slipped the shirt off of one shoulder and kissed it slowly, moving over towards her neck, and she tilted her head and sighed. Encouraged, he kept kissing her there, and she reached up a hand and twined her fingers in his hair, keeping him there for several long moments.
"That feels so nice", she whispered, so he kept pressing kisses to the sensitive skin of her throat as he slipped her shirt off her other shoulder and stroked the exposed skin gently, then trailed his fingers down her arm, making her shiver. He realized suddenly that he didn't feel any nervousness anymore, only wonder at how amazing she smelled, delight at making her sigh, and a joyful eagerness to explore her further.
She shook off her shirt and threw it on the floor. Mirroring what she'd done with him, he took her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm, then each of her fingertips, before brushing his lips over the delicate skin of her wrist and the crook of her elbow. He loved discovering her body like this. He wanted to get to know every line, every curve.
Like she read his mind, she took hold of her top and pulled it over her head, then lay back into the pillows. He suddenly felt a little awkward again, and he averted his eyes automatically.
"Sergio", she smiled. "Come on. You've seen me like this before, when you gave that anatomy lesson."
"I could barely look at you then."
"Well, you can look at me now. It's not a big deal, it's just a body."
He gave her a serious look. "It is a big deal to me. It's not just a body, it's your body, and I get to see parts of it that other people don't get to see. I feel like I'm invading your privacy."
"But that's the beauty of it", she said gently. "Baring parts of myself that are usually covered, and showing them only to you."
"I feel like this is such a precious gift you're giving me", he whispered.
She sat up and pressed her lips to his. "Yes. And it's so wonderful and intimate, and I really want to share it with you."
She lay back down, and he finally allowed his eyes to drift over her, noting the lacy edge of her black bra, the mesmerizing curves of her breasts and belly, drinking in every detail.
"You're so lovely", he whispered. "I can't believe I get to touch you."
He reached out a hand and touched the little hollow below her throat, then let his fingers trail downwards over her chest, between her breasts, over the black lacy fabric of her bra, then over her stomach, until he stopped at the waistband of her jeans and looked up at her questioningly.
She smiled. "You can take them off if you like."
He undid the button and zipper with trembling fingers, and she wriggled out of the pants, then kicked them off the bed. Then she pulled him down beside her and he kissed her tenderly as he let one hand roam over her body, tentatively at first, caressing her stomach, and then a little bolder, running his fingers down the side of her body and over the curve of her hip. Taking a deep breath, he moved his hand back up and, very carefully, cupped a breast. Through the fabric of her bra, he could feel that her nipple was already hard, so he lightly ran his thumb over it, eliciting a soft gasp from her.
"Did you like that?" he asked her, a little worriedly.
"Yes", she smiled. "Very much. Please do it again."
He repeated the motion and was rewarded with another small gasp. That made him brave enough to take her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeeze ever so gently. She responded with a little moan that made his heart pound. He loved the way she was reacting to him, loved that he could give her pleasure. He wanted more – more sounds from her, more sighs, he wanted to touch her, kiss her, make her moan, make her tremble, make her… Oh god, the very thought of it was making him dizzy.
She called his attention back to her with a hand on his cheek.
"Hey", she smiled. "Stay with me."
He smiled back and refocused his attention on the moment. He bent his head and kissed her, a long, deep kiss, while he squeezed first one and then her other nipple, and she hummed her approval against his lips. Then he slowly trailed his fingers down her stomach until he reached the edge of her underwear. He lifted his hand and put it back down on her thigh, and she opened her legs slightly so he could stroke the inside of her thighs. He noticed that she was breathing faster now, and when he moved up his hand and brushed his fingers against her underwear, she let out a small whimper.
"Is that okay?" he asked her earnestly, and she smiled up at him.
"Yes", she whispered. "I just want you so much."
He felt flattered and a little breathless, and he kissed her again to cover his confusion. He ran light fingers up and down between her legs, caressing her through the fabric of her underwear, and she opened her legs a little wider. Taking her cue, he moved his hand up to her lower stomach, then he hesitated with his fingers at the edge of her underwear.
"Can I?"
"Yes", she murmured. "Please, please do. I'm all yours."
He marveled at how she was surrendering to him so freely. His heart racing, he slipped his hand into her panties and began exploring her with light fingers. She shivered and closed her eyes as he felt his way, slowly, carefully, downwards. He let out a soft groan as a sharp stab of arousal shot through him.
"Oh", he whispered. "You're so wet."
She opened her eyes again and gave him a look full of longing. "Yes. You turn me on, Sergio. You turn me on so much."
Hearing her say that, and feeling how true it was, was one of the sexiest things he'd ever experienced, and he had trouble keeping his breathing under control. Slowly, very slowly, he slipped one finger inside of her, and when he added a second, she moaned softly. Then he pulled back and moved upwards a bit, but he had only a vague idea of what he was looking for.
"Help me out here", he murmured, and she took his hand and placed his fingers on the right spot.
"There", she whispered.
He moved around carefully, and suddenly he felt it.
"Here?" he asked, moving his finger, and she gasped.
"Yes! Yes, right there."
He was intrigued, and he started drawing slow circles around the spot she indicated. To his delight, she tilted her hips and started moaning, and he made the circles smaller and smaller, keeping his touch feather-light.
"Oh!" she sighed. "Oh, you're very good at this."
He felt a warm glow of pleasure at her words, and started focusing on the exact right spot, moving his finger left to right, and then up and down. Her eyes were tightly closed and she was breathing fast now, and he loved, loved, loved the sounds she was making. He noticed when her reactions were most enthusiastic, and he settled there in a steady rhythm, making her clutch at the sheets, and it was so incredibly hot he could barely stand it. Suddenly she buried her face against his chest and moaned as she tensed, and he kept up exactly what he was doing.
"Don't stop", she whispered against his skin. "Don't stop, don't stop, oh, that feels so good!"
She was making him so hard it was almost painful, but he barely noticed it as he focused all of his attention on her. She suddenly arched her back and cried out, and he held her close as she trembled in his arms for several long moments, then she took his hand and made him ease off gradually. She shivered one last time, then relaxed back onto the mattress, breathing fast. After a few seconds, she looked up at him with shining eyes.
"That was so sexy", he whispered. "So, so sexy. Oh god, Raquel."
She hummed in contentment as she stretched luxuriously, then she pulled him down for a kiss.
"That was amazing", she said softly. "Oh, I love your hands."
He felt so overjoyed, all he could do was cover her face in kisses. She laughed in delight and stroked his hair.
"So", she said smilingly. "Shall we continue?"
"Don't you need some time to recover?"
"No, not at all. In fact", she said, pulling him in for another kiss, "I only want you more now."
He marveled at the way the female body worked. He pressed another kiss to her lips, then he hesitated.
"You can ask me", she said.
"Can I… can I take off your bra?"
"Of course", she smiled.
She sat up and he carefully unhooked the clasp, then slid the straps off her shoulders, kissing her neck as he did so. She threw the bra aside and took off her panties too for good measure, then she lay down again, and his breath caught in his throat for a moment.
"Oh, you're perfect", he whispered. "Absolutely perfect."
He bent down to kiss her throat, then moved down slowly to press kisses to her chest, then her breasts.
"You're so soft", he murmured between kisses. "So, so soft."
She made a sound of contentment as he reached a nipple, then gasped as he flicked his tongue over the very tip. He did it again, and again, then he closed his mouth over it, and she sighed happily and twined her fingers into his hair. He realized suddenly that he was enjoying himself so much – nothing in his life had ever given him so much pleasure as this: exploring her, discovering ways to please her, hearing her soft sounds of pleasure, making her… oh, the mere memory of it sent another sharp stab of arousal straight through him, and he couldn't wait to do it again. He sucked gently, and he was delighted when she moaned.
"A little harder", she breathed, and he happily obliged. Her fingers were churning in his hair now, and she was moving her hips in the most tantalizing way. When she moaned again, his desire for her became so strong it took his breath away, but he didn't want to stop what he was doing for the world, so he moved to her other nipple, making her moan all over again.
Suddenly she pushed his head away, and he noticed that she was breathing fast again.
"Not good?" he asked her, but she shook her head.
"No, it's too good, Sergio, I can't stand it anymore. Give me a second or I'm going to combust."
He felt rather pleased that she was reacting to him so strongly, so he sat back and watched as she took a few deep breaths and collected herself. Then she looked at him.
"Can I take off your pants?"
She sounded so hopeful that he couldn't help but laugh and tease her a little.
"What if I say no?"
"Well", she said with a slow smile, "then I'm going to die a little but respect your decision."
He chuckled and took her in his arms. "I wouldn't want to cause you any distress. If you really want to, you can take my pants off."
Her eyes were sparkling. "You're so kind. How can I possibly repay you?"
"I've got a feeling that you'll be able to think of something", he whispered, then kissed her.
She put her hand against his chest and, still kissing him, she gently pushed him down into the pillows. He suddenly noticed how at ease he felt, how natural this all was. He was in bed with a naked woman and he didn't feel awkward at all. The only thing he felt right now was an all-consuming desire for her. In fact, he was surprised that his brain was still functioning – it felt like all of the blood in his body was currently in one very specific location. The very thought that she was going to touch him there made him tremble, and he hoped to god he'd be able to keep a grip on himself.
She was kissing his neck now, and he groaned softly as her hand slid down his chest, over his stomach, to deftly undo the button of his pants, then the zipper. He lifted his hips and she pushed his pants down, then he kicked them off. She came to lie close beside him and kissed him again, while her hand slipped into his underwear. His feeling of comfort and ease immediately disappeared as he suddenly realized that he had no idea how he measured up compared to the other men she'd slept with. What if she was disappointed? But then her fingers brushed against him and every worry was driven out of his mind, leaving only a single thought: god yes.
She stroked him for a few moments and he couldn't breathe, he couldn't move – she was touching him so delicately, making him ache for more. Then she wrapped her fingers around him and he inhaled sharply and tightened his arm around her waist, then he turned his head and kissed her, hard.
"Raquel", he whispered against her lips, "I want you, I want you so badly."
"Oh, thank god", she said, withdrawing her hand. "I don't think I could wait another second."
He smiled in delight as he took off his underwear. "You're very eager."
She grinned. "You bet I am. I've been fantasizing about you for weeks. Oh, I'm going to enjoy this so much."
"Do we need a condom?"
"No, I've got an IUD, I can't get pregnant."
She pushed him back into the pillows with a firm hand, and he bit his lip as she came to sit astride him. He loved that she was taking control, making it easy for him, and he couldn't imagine anything sexier than seeing her on top of him, watching as she took hold of him and guided him inside. When she sank down on him, it was such total bliss that it took his breath away. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be inside of her – she was so warm, so soft, so wet, and when she started moving, the pleasure of it was so great that he feared for a moment that he would lose control immediately, but then he took a deep breath and focused on her. She was moving up and down now, and the sight of her was glorious: her hair streaming over her shoulders, her lips slightly parted to let out a soft moan every time she sank down on him, and god, the way she moved her hips was driving him almost past endurance.
He gripped her hips with one hand, then let his other hand drift between her legs, placing his thumb on the spot she'd shown him earlier. He immediately knew he'd made the right call, as she threw her head back and moaned, and he drew tight circles as she started riding him harder. She was breathing fast now, her chest flushed, her eyes tightly closed, her hands on his chest, and he couldn't stop looking at her as his fingers continued their work. When she suddenly tensed, he bucked his hips to take her deeper, again and again and again, and she started trembling, making the most delicious sounds, and he had to keep a tight rein on himself not to be tipped over the edge as her nails bit into his chest while she cried out, shaking, clenching around him as the orgasm rushed through her for several long moments. Then she collapsed down on him and he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hair as she caught her breath.
After a few moments, she looked up and kissed him deeply.
"I like your stamina", she murmured approvingly, and he felt a warm glow of pride at her words. "I love that we don't have to stop yet."
He tightened his arms around her waist and whispered: "Please stay close to me now."
"Of course", she said softly, and she kissed him deeply and sensuously as she slowly started moving again, keeping her body pressed against his, making him sigh in ecstasy. This was it, he thought, this must be the best feeling in the world. He'd never felt so close to another person in his life, and he never wanted it to stop, he wished they could keep this going forever. But she was kissing his neck now, and he knew that he wouldn't last much longer – the way she was moving was too good, her naked body in his arms too sexy, and when she bit his earlobe, he gasped and closed his eyes. She quickened the pace, letting out a small, whispered 'oh!' every time he filled her up, and the tension that had been building within him was fast becoming unbearable.
"That feels so good", she murmured in his ear. "You feel so amazing inside of me."
Her words tipped him over the edge. He held her tight and buried his face in her hair as the tension inside him peaked and broke, sending wave after wave of pleasure through him, making him gasp for breath as the orgasm rocked him, moment after glorious moment. Finally, gradually, the sensation receded and he relaxed again, breathing hard, holding her close, his entire body buzzing with wonder and satisfaction.
"Oh god", he whispered, stunned. "Oh god, Raquel. Oh my god."
She kissed his cheek and smiled. "Was it better than you remembered it?"
"Better?" he said. "That doesn't even begin to cover it. This doesn't compare in the slightest, Raquel, I don't know what you did to me but oh! Sex never made me feel anything before, but now I felt… everything. It was so intense, so amazing. You are amazing."
She looked down at him with a delighted grin. "I'm glad you're so enthusiastic. So does that mean you'll want to do it again?"
He pulled her head down and kissed her. "Yes, please. Again and again and again." He sighed in disappointment. "In fact, I wish we could go again right now."
She laughed as she slid off him. "We still have time, give it an hour or so and then we can have another go."
She started to get off the bed, but he caught her around the waist and pulled her back.
"Where are you going?" he asked, nuzzling her neck.
"To the bathroom", she laughed. "To clean up. Can I?"
"I don't know", he murmured, pressing kisses to her shoulder. "How long will you be gone?"
"Ten minutes?"
"That's unacceptable. Make it five."
"Nine", she proposed, smiling.
"Six", he offered.
"How about we compromise at seven and a half?"
"Alright", he said, reluctantly letting her go. "But not a second longer."
She pressed a kiss to his lips. "I'll hurry."
He longingly looked after her as she crossed the room and disappeared into the small bathroom. After what he'd just experienced, he didn't want to be apart from her for even a second anymore, and he felt ridiculously eager for her to come back. When she came out of the bathroom a few minutes later and walked back to the bed, smiling at him, his breath caught at how lovely she was. He immediately took her in his arms again and kissed her hungrily.
"So", he said. "We have to wait an hour?"
"At your age? Yes, I think you'd need at least that much."
He considered her. "But you don't."
"Well, technically I don't, but…"
"Please", he murmured in her ear, running his fingers between her breasts and down her stomach. "An hour is too long. I can't wait a whole hour to hear you moan again."
He moved his hand back up and gently pinched a nipple, and she let out a soft 'oh!'.
"Yes", he breathed. "Just like that."
He reached down and stroked the inside of her thighs, and she opened her legs with a sigh.
"Raquel", he whispered. "I would love to know how you taste. Can I?"
She bit her lip in delight and nodded, then settled herself comfortably on her back as he moved down to sit between her legs. Then he hesitated and looked up at her.
"I've… actually never done this before", he admitted. "I may need a little guidance."
"That's perfectly alright", she smiled. "I don't mind guiding you."
He bent down and marveled at how she opened herself up to him. He started by kissing the inside of her thighs, slowly inching closer to her until she was squirming for contact. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked her, one broad upward stroke that made her shiver. He loved the taste of her, so he licked her again, and again, and again, making her sigh as she opened her legs wider. Then he pressed his mouth to her and started exploring her with his tongue, slowly and thoroughly, and she hummed her approval and reached down to twine her fingers into his hair. When his tongue reached the right spot, she immediately let him know by letting out a soft moan and tilting her hips, and he settled down there, circling and licking, trying out different things to see what made her react with the most enthusiasm.
"Oh!" she whispered. "That feels amazing."
He reached up and touched her with his fingers, delighted to feel that she was wet again. He slipped in two fingers and she let out a long, low moan as he started moving. After a few moments she lifted her head, her eyes soft and dark.
"Sergio", she murmured. "Curl your fingers up and see if you can feel a soft spot."
He felt around, but…"Everything feels soft", he said.
"A spot where the texture is a bit different. Almost… a little lower…" She suddenly gasped. "Oh! Yes, there exactly. Now push up, hard."
He did as she asked and she fell back into the pillows, moaning softly. He applied his mouth again and found just the right spot, then settled on a steady rhythm with both his tongue and his fingers, and soon she was breathing fast and clutching at the sheets.
"Yes", she breathed over and over again. "Don't stop!"
He continued, eager to make her come again, to feel her tremble and hear her cry out. Finally she tensed and grabbed his hair, and he loved every second of it as she arched her back and started shaking.
"Oh god!" she gasped loudly. "Oh, oh, ohhh!"
He kept going until she pushed against his head, then he eased off gradually and pulled back to look up at her. God, she looked amazing – her hair tousled and her cheeks flushed, breathing hard. He'd enjoyed that so much more than he thought he would, and he felt a little regretful that it was over so fast. Then he smiled as he had an idea.
"Raquel", he said, and she opened her eyes to give him a soft look. "Some women can have more than one orgasm, right?"
"Right", she said.
"What about you?"
"I'm not sure. Nobody's ever tried to make me come twice in a row."
That was beyond his comprehension. "Why not?"
She raised her eyebrows. "Honestly, as a woman you're lucky if the guy you're sleeping with cares enough to make you come even once."
"But what a waste of an amazing ability! And you haven't ever tried it on your own?"
"I'm a busy woman, Sergio, when I masturbate it's usually for quick tension relief."
He grinned. "Well then, let's try it out."
"I don't know", she protested weakly, "I may be too sensitive now, I…"
She stopped abruptly as he pressed his mouth to her again, then let herself fall back into the pillows with a sigh. When his tongue touched her there, she twitched.
"Careful!" she gasped, but then immediately afterwards: "No, wait, keep going! Oh, yes!"
He kept his touch feather-light as he licked her, and as he inserted two fingers again and pushed upwards, she arched her back and twined her fingers into the sheets. She was moaning with every breath now, and it only took a few minutes before she started trembling. He quickened the pace, and she suddenly tensed and rose up on her elbows, sobbing his name as the feeling crashed through her again in one short, intense burst. Afterwards, she immediately pushed his head away and fell back into the pillows, panting and shivering. He was feeling very pleased with himself as he moved up and took her in his arms, and she pressed her face against his chest and moaned softly as she shuddered through the aftershocks. He stroked her shoulder as he looked down at her, and felt such a rush of tenderness that it threatened to overwhelm him. She was so, so precious to him.
Finally she quieted down and opened her eyes, a little dazed.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yes", she breathed, then gave him a radiant smile. "Wow."
"That was so hot", he murmured. "Hearing you say my name when you were coming."
He shivered at the memory.
She blinked. "Did I say your name? I don't even remember."
"You came so fast", he smiled down at her.
"Yes", she said, surprised. "It was all so sensitive now."
He hesitated, then asked a little anxiously: "So… how did I do? Was it good for you?"
She gave him an incredulous look. "Seriously? You made me come four times this afternoon and you ask if it was good for me?"
He gave her a shy smile. "Is that a yes?"
She laughed. "Yes, Sergio! God yes!" She pulled his head down and kissed him. "You were amazing. I don't know why you were nervous before, you're a natural."
"It's all thanks to you", he said earnestly. "You made me feel so at ease. I enjoyed it so much more than I ever thought I would."
"Good", she said, smiling broadly. "I have to admit I was a little apprehensive when you said you'd never liked sex before. I'm so glad you liked it this time."
"I loved it", he said softly, hugging her closer. "I've never felt like this before."
"Like what?"
"Like all I want in the world is to stay close to you."
She gave him a soft smile and stroked his cheek. "Then let's stay close."
"I loved sharing this with you", he whispered. "Thank you."
"I loved it too", she smiled.
He bent his head and kissed her. As he pressed his lips against hers and she stroked the back of his neck, he silently marveled at what she'd done to him. He never could have imagined the impact she would have on his life. He never could have imagined that today, on this grey, ordinary Tuesday afternoon, she would wake him up out of a slumber he hadn't even been aware of, and make him feel more alive than he ever had before. So he kissed her, again and again, because he didn't know how to thank her for that.