CHAPTER 5

CARL.

She was not heavy for me, but she wasn't a feather either.

Exploding in front of me, like that, with these vicious movements, brought pounds of excitement to my brain. And that, the excitement, was my responsibility now, I couldn't let it drop.

I bit my lips and began to fuck her hard, thus, that's how we started to like it, turning up the heat of having succumbed that first time, the same night we met.

Damn, no protection, no shit on me. I didn't even remember her exact words when she assured me she was clean, but I know that I certifying the same. It was the second time we'd met and again, we were doing it like this.

We're nuts, we're behaving like mindless beasts. But I wouldn't let her go, not even if somebody held a gun to my head. If I was forced to walk away from that god's delicacy, I'd drag her with me. I liked her very, very, very much.

She rested her heels on the bed and propelled herself like a master. I caught her by her waist and she began to bounce, dance, and shimmy on me, hugging me, rubbing herself against me. That juicy sensation of the sacred exercise when it fits perfectly, where dialogues don't matter and questions neither; while I helped her with my legs and hands to move again and again, non-stop, with strength and vigor; That vile lie of work erased, when you leave the heat of a city that can make you change your mood, where bills are not paid, where the sky is the color you want... That feeling of molding and fucking, raw sex and sentinel about a neat union, without bumps, was too pleasurable, it was too much for me to feel that again and I almost can't explain. Making love with Olivia was being in the fucking kingdom.

I went with her, turned her around, I helped her positioned in doggy style, and gave everything that I got, until I forgot that everything had an end. I gave it to her, I gave it deep, I gave it hard to that Olivia, to that woman who was still almost a stranger. I left her sense of sanity red, I pulled her hair and my reward was to agree. I bit her back, and shoulders, spit my hand to went another door. I scared her, laughed, walked out, went into the usual one, penetrated her a hundred times, made her gasp in heat, and rubbed me that ego is a rag doll on the pavement.

We fucked, she fucked me afterward, she gave me her tits with her back to me and I squeezed them like two distinguished masses on a plate of luxurious crockery. I was desperate, driven mad, I didn't know what to do with all of it.

She rolled onto her back, stretched her legs, and continued in the task but with the distinct difference of our long kisses, the best part, because I loved kissing Olivia, I love kissing her, I love fucking her and kissing her at the same time and kissing her before, during and after.

My pelvis moved lightly, customary now, while our tongues doing their natural dance. I bit her lips, and she bit mine, her gasps were to die for, and I looked up at her.

I walked up to her and looked at her again, and I had to turn my revolution down from the impact. Hell, she was gorgeous! She had red marks on her face, grimaces of effort and pleasure, her makeup a little smeared. Maybe she was all messed up, but on that bed, that mess was mine.

I opened my mouth to take a breath and say something. But first, I kissed her.

"You drive me crazy, Olivia", I had to tell her. I swallowed to keep the dryness out of my throat.

"Ahh, Carl. Ahh!"

She thrust her center into me like a carnival hammer, and... Whew! Praise to all those rude moves women make in bed. That thrust was a plea and I nodded knowingly at what she was asking for.

«You'll get it, honey», I said in my mind.

I made my way into her. At a measured pace rather, I wanted to make her come first. Seeing that is spectacular.

She pressed my hips with her beautiful legs, attacked my back with her precious nails, and gasped noisy and uninhibited. Olivia was no longer in that room, I could feel her fly behind the trembling of her body and beyond, squeezing my member and her sweetness wetting me all over. I couldn't take it anymore, I wouldn't be cruel enough to drag it out. I pushed, thrust, pushed in, I undermined. Oh, Damn! I buried my face in his neck and with one more thrust, I finished spilling inside.

***

Silence.

Neither of us spoke. Neither of us moved and it seemed that it was quite a while before I stood up a little and looked at her.

Her lips were still parted, eyes closed and wet at the corners somewhat. She was breathing fast, swallowing too. She must have been quite thirsty.

"Look at me."

She obeyed me opening her eyes and I didn't know if it was because of the lighting in the room (low light), or because of everything we had just done, but I saw in her light-colored eyes for the first time. I didn't know that woman to define those physical changes in her, but that one, right there, I loved it, made me want to kiss her slowly, so I did.

I always enjoy tasting the lips of a freshly fucked woman, but she wasn't just a woman, she was much more. She was Oliva freshly fucked. I felt her grin glued to me and I had to follow her grimace, I wanted to smile too.

I carefully climbed out and got on my back. She and I moved in unison. I wished she would lie on my chest, but she was already doing it. It was strange because my head projected some vision about opposites and magnets. Finally, she rested her head on me.

We entangled our legs, I hugged her and we stayed that way until we fell asleep.

OLIVIA.

I was waking up little by little, thanks to the vibration of a phone; the only sound in the whole room.

My body ached and believe me, it was more from sleeping next to someone in that cute position than anything else. And it wasn't because I was a highly sexual woman, no, no. With Alonso, I had sex not so far from the first day I slept with Carl, but this was... different. No pain before because there was no cuddling. My ex-boyfriend was different, in everything.

Just by lifting my head, I could see Carl was still sleeping. I wouldn't wake him up for anything in the world.

I moved slowly and he didn't even flinch. I went for my purse because I could hear the wiggling from there.

I silenced the vibration of my cell phone because I still didn't want to answer it. It was my boss and something must have happened to must call me on a weekend and late at night.

I didn't want to answer, I just wanted to contemplate Carl a little bit in that way. So normal, to see him there, doing something truly human. Dining, kissing, conquering, fucking... To emit some flattery, driving or even sighing, mortal reactions, things that could define the kind of man he was. But sleeping deeply after what he had just done and with me, gave everything a very different inflection.

I smiled, his lips were slightly parted and he was snoring slightly, just a little sound. The hair that he always wore well groomed, was not anymore, by giving him a genially sexy, rapturous look. Carl was incredibly handsome and sometimes I wondered, what did he see in me? What did I do, what did I have to get a guy like him to come to my table that night? And what makes him want to continue arranging meetings with me? I was an easy girl? Am I easy? Thousands of questions... Some had answers, some did not.

And I had to add more: Would Carl have a wife? Maybe children? Were his parents alive, did he have a family?

I sighed.

Yes, the guy made me curious, but like I said: I didn't want him to know anything about me. I needed to test to what extent a man would put up with not inquiring anything about the woman he was sleeping with.

Because they are also curious, they always want to know who they are dominating. Or at least, who they are being dominated by. We sailed lightly down that river, without a fight, siding with the current. And I knew very well: one day we would leave some room without setting up a new meeting and things would change from there.

The phone came back on and I sighed deeply. I went to the bathroom, put on a towel, and went out to the private parking lot, a closed garage that gave complete security to the car.

I was struck by the heat and humidity of the cabin. To get to the car, I had to go down a short flight of stairs. I arranged the towel better around my body, sat down on the steps, and answered the phone.

My boss was calling me because he wanted some help that was totally out of character for my role in the company, but which I was happy to accept. He would prepare a birthday surprise for his girlfriend, the head of human resources, and required me to arrive early to receive the delivery with a breakfast accompanied by a floral arrangement, giving me the freedom and confidence to order them as I pleased.

I smiled, and even asked him, without wanting to pry, if there would be a wedding ring. He laughed, did not answer and that fascinated me. He was quite in love with that woman. He had broken the non-fraternization protocol of the company, his company. Although not many knew about this relationship, I was one of the few people to know and the surprise would be anonymous. She loved him too, she didn't have to tell me.

We hung up the call and I went back to the room. I stopped short at the door when I saw Carl awake and sitting on the mattress.

Still naked and turning his back a little to me, he turned his face away and raised his eyebrows.

"Everything all right?" he asked in that manly voice.

I nodded with a curt closing of my eyelids to create more confidence in my answer. I took off my towel, laid it on the corner of the bed, and crawled over it straight to his back. He moved on his own, as if attracted to my plan: he stretched his arms back to reach for me, as I arranged my body and legs to encircle him.

I sighed unfathomably at his broad back.

I smelled deep the scent of his perfume and that scent of skin so marked.

I didn't know that I was tense until I felt a relationship in his anatomy, right after to let my breasts flatten against that valley of light brown skin. I began to leave kisses on that perfect field, shoulders, neck... Dragging my nails lightly massaging over his complexion, thoroughly enjoying his deep sighs, letting out a light chuckle when he let his head fall back over the base of my neck.

Then, a resounding kiss on my cheek and my stomach did its jumping. I exhaled in a rush from that heavy feeling without him noticing; a soundless sigh because, of course, I would never let that reaction he provoked in my gut be exposed.

I wanted to cover my face with my hands. But instead, I covered it with whatever I could find of him, I did it thinking that Carl, that unknown man was liking me. Very much. But I think I loved that clandestinity much more and the way we were doing everything, if I must be more honest even. No questions, no silly inquiries, no knowing where we were coming from and where we were going. It was so cool...

He turned sharply making me squeal. My giggles and his deep kisses mingled as he began to frolic with nips and grunts as he rubbed up against me. He did it as if we had known each other forever, as if the same creator in his workshop had designed us at the same time and same hour. We were so concatenated... To others, perhaps that intimate demonstration would be scary. Not to us, for us it worked the other way around.

He positioned himself and penetrated me lightly, happily... Holy God, how could we not continue in the ring? How could we not continue to dine together in that same part of the world? Let them come every night, every weekend, let them gather on the balustrade of the earth and laugh happily with rapture at our successes. Whoever: the Most High, hell itself, the saints or energies who will see to it that we both continue to mate: Thank you. From me, thank you very much. Because we’ll continue to let ourselves be led by his designs.

While we were moving because of the joyful penetrations, he managed to look at me a little, penetrating me up there, in my retinas, while he frowned.

"Is everything all right?"

Accentuating my smile and taking his face in my hands, I answered:

"Perfect, Carl. Everything is perfect."

And so we gave ourselves again, and one more time after a while. We slept, and we took a shower with less energy, but with the same happiness as before, because every time we were together, we felt calmer with each other.

For a moment in the early morning, I heard something vibrating again. I was very tired, so I couldn't even move an eyelash. If the call was for me, let him tell me and I would see if I would answer it or not.

But I don't remember anything else after that, just I woke up and I was alone and one note stuck on the bathroom’s mirror:

"I'll see you at La Napolitana next Friday.

09:00 pm.

Excuse me for leaving. I've squared a cab for you. Just dial number five on the phone and indicate that you're ready to go.

I loved everything, Olivia. Take care of yourself."