There was no longer any hesitation in her, as she jerked her hands free from his grip and began undoing his belt, eyes never leaving his. For a short moment, surprise passed through his gaze. She pulled the button free on his pants and drew the zipper down.
His last whispered words had felt to her like a dare, one that made her temperature flare even higher. She realized that irresolution didn't make sense anymore. When she took hold of his erection in her palm, he let out a nearly inaudible gasp. She heard it, though. In this moment, Kate was unmoored from what lay behind and from that which would definitely lie ahead.
"Then fuck me," her voice was calmer than it had been for days, maybe weeks, actually. "Come on."
The surprise dropped from his face, and all she could see there was desire. Arching her neck again, she kissed him fiercely and he immediately responded, his greater weight once more pressing her deep into the bed. Then he shifted, sitting up so that he could rip off her pants and underwear.
He stood, moving more slowly and took off his own pants and underwear. His erection was freed as he tossed the clothes to the side of the bed. The hardened organ jerked as he took in her figure lying on the bed waiting eagerly for him. But he hesitated there at the edge.
"Kate…"
"Come on."
She leaned upwards, grabbing his arm tightly. And she drew him back on top of her, legs spread around his naked hips. He was still wearing the crisp white shirt, but neither noticed or had time for it, as they briefly fumbled to press their forms together. His lips found hers again, open-mouthed and sighing, so that their tongues clashed back and forth. Gripping his erection firmly with her hand caused him to wince and take her lower lip in his teeth. When he finally let go, both turned their attention downwards.
They each gasped when he entered her, her hand guiding him even though it wasn't needed. She shuddered violently against him and had to grasp his wide shoulders to steady herself, if only for a second.
Then, a sharp cry left her throat as he began to rock into her body. Her mouth remained open, her knuckles white over her grip on the shirt covering his arms and back. She saw the sweat bead on his forehead and neck as his thrusts became stronger. She was covered in a similar sheen, rolling her hips upwards to meet his downward strokes.
Their movements became faster and harder, more fevered. She couldn't close her eyes, though the intensity of sensations overwhelmed her — she couldn't take her gaze off him, which in turn was trained on her body moving beneath his own.
'This is what I am now,' she thought, fingernails raking over his collarbone to leave behind red slashes of flesh.
After a time, they both finally lay still on the mattress. Save for the rapidly panting chests. Alejandro was on his back and Kate was beside him on her stomach, willing her heartbeat to slow.
She had turned her head away from him. She wasn't sure she could look at him again. Her mind was burning with the knowledge that he was watching her carefully, she could feel his gaze on her back. Touching her closed eyelids delicately with her fingertips, she swallowed and cleared her throat. After another moment, she raised her head from the mussed, sweaty bed cover.
He was indeed watching her, hands clasped behind his head and chin tilted in her direction. They regarded each other for a beat, the only sound in the room that of the air escaping the cooling vent somewhere nearby. He blinked slowly and then sat up. When he touched her arm, she shivered, but not because she was cold. Her voice was hoarse as she spoke.
"Can I get a cigarette now?"