A/N: Thanks to deb24601, Cathy9, soccermom and IfOnly for prereading and handholding. agirladroid is the Queen of Commas.

Chapter 4

They were soaked by the time they got inside Eduardo's one room apartment. Neither one of them had spoken. Her eyes followed him as he moved around, looking through drawers. His wet hair was dark and still sticking out every which way. Water droplets ran from his sideburns, down his neck and chest, into the v-neck of his black t-shirt which clung to his wet body. He handed her a towel and some clothes and directed her to the bathroom.

When she came out, he thought she looked adorable in his far too big for her t-shirt and boxers. "I am sorry; those are the smallest I have," he said, handing her some tea.

"They're great," she smiled, a little nervous. She noticed he was wearing the same thing she was.

Eduardo sat on his bed and patted the space beside him. As she sat down, he asked her gently, "Tell me. What has happened that had you running out in the middle of a tropical storm?"

She faced him, trying to stay calm, but she couldn't help the emotions that bubbled up inside her. The whole story of her marriage and her trip and the horrible, disgusting things her husband said to her on the phone came spilling out in a rush, until she sat there crying uncontrollably.

Her pain tore at his heart. He reached for her waist and started to pull her toward him. "Cariño, come here to me." She climbed into his lap straddling him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and sobbing into his shoulder. He held her, stroked her hair, and whispered calming words and endearments to her. When she quieted, he pulled back and carefully tilted her face up toward his. "The man who treats you this way, who says these things to you, he does not love you."

She bit her lip and shook her head, "No, he doesn't," she replied quietly. The last few tears fell from her eyes as she admitted this to herself.

"Isabella," he wiped her tears and looked into her eyes. "Do you love him?"

She took a shaky breath and let it out, "No." Her hand rose to cup his cheek; her eyes implored him to hear the words she could not yet say to him.

He brushed damp hair away from her face and placed his hand over her heart. "Then he cannot hurt you."

He was right. Realization dawned and her grief cleared away, leaving only this man in her mind and her heart. She kissed him then, for she no longer had any reason not to. "Oh Eduardo," she breathed happily and kissed him again.

Their passion engulfed them. Their mouths moved in tandem, push and pull, give and take. Their tongues stroked and danced. Hands sought out bare skin to hold onto.

Closer. Closer.

Shirts dropped to the floor. Breasts pressed to chest.

Whimper. Moan.

Closer.

Boxers joined shirts. Mouths roamed, kissed, licked, sucked. Hands grasped, caressed, massaged, stroked.

Gasps. Pleas.

Closer.

"Eduardo."

Hardness entered wet softness.

Joining. Thrusting. Pleasure. Joy.

"Isabella."

Faster. Harder.

Halves of a soul met in a kiss.

"Ay!"

"Oh!"

Release.

Ecstasy.

Outside, the storm raged. Inside was peaceful. He propped his head on his elbow and watched her sleep. She laid on her stomach facing him. The sheet, thrown off her arms, bunched around her waist. Content. That was the best way to describe how he felt with her here, safe, sleeping beside him. The rest of the world seemed far away. He whispered, so softly, words he could no longer keep in, "Querida, te adoro."

She stirred, turning onto her side but did not awaken. "Mmm, Eduardo," she mumbled with a hint of a smile on her face. He smiled as well and closed his eyes to join her in slumber.

ooooo

Gentle fingers tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Slowly, softly they trailed down her neck. Though barely touching her, they cooled her damp, heated skin. Her breath hitched as they glided like silk past her throat, over her pounding heart, toward her breasts. She kept her eyes closed, enjoying the sensations of his fingers moving in a figure eight around and between her nipples. They trailed further down her stomach, then between her legs.

She opened her eyes to see his smiling face above her, eyes bright. "Buenos dias, hermosa. Are you hurting?" he asked, as he stroked her gently. They had awakened twice during the night, their need for each other insatiable. The second time left them so hot and sweaty they decided to cool off in the shower which only led to another round of lovemaking against the tiled shower wall.

She could only shake her head and let out a small, "Oh!" as his fingers slid inside her. No, no pain at all. Just good. So good. Her body seemed to be made for him. His mouth switched back and forth from one nipple to the other, kissing, tickling and sucking, while his beautiful talented hand brought her to climax.

He kissed her as she came down and was surprised when she grabbed his hands and rolled him onto his back, straddling him. She pinned his hands beside his head and sank down on his now throbbing erection. When she started rolling her hips, he nearly lost his mind from the pleasure, "Ay sí! Ay Isabella, follame! Sí!"

She released his hands, so she could lean back and brace herself on his thighs. "Oh! Eduardo! Ah!" she cried out. The sound of his name from her lips spurred him to sit up and take her mouth with his. His tongue plunged in and out while his hands guided her hips up and down on his cock.

He was close. "Isabella. Isabella. Isabella..." he chanted until he felt her tremble and clench around him. Her head lolled to the side. He let himself go and made a sound somewhere between a groan and a sob as he came inside her.

She nestled her head under his chin as he laid back down, holding her closely. Neither had any desire to move. Ever.

Cariño = sweetheart, darling, beloved
Querida, te adoro = My darling, I adore you.
Buenos dias, hermosa. = Good morning, Beautiful.
Ay sí! = Oh yes!
Follame! = Fuck me!

A/N: The Spanish is from various internet sources. I tried to find expressions that are commonly used. Thanks to Miss_Caino for finding me the naughty ones.