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end, and that tight control made every
thrust more fulfilling. But it began to unravel, and she entered a
tunnel of total focus, with her breasts swelling in his hands. One
more thrust would push her over the edge.
     
    He
pulled her up by her hair and increased his pace, and his lips bit
her ear delicately. He pushed harder and faster as he felt her
come, and then tensed and climaxed inside her, filling her with the
warmth of his release. The stood together a moment, with his strong
arms holding onto her tight, and she felt his breath slow on her
neck. He swept hair off her face and kissed her, then took her
hand. His fingers flexed, intertwined with hers, and then led her
to bed .
     
    The
digits of her phone glowed 5.00 a.m. She closed her eyes as he held
her from behind, and she tried to forget that she had to write
tomorrow. It would have to be the afternoon. The scent of amber
cologne still lingered on his skin, and he felt warm next to her in
the cool of the cotton sheets. The street was almost quiet outside,
and the curtains fluttered against the open window. His chest began
to rise and fall against her back. He was asleep next to her; this
man she’d met twelve hours ago. She smiled at the possibilities of
travel. How it made the unlikely a sudden option, and revealed new
pathways to her as her feet made their way around the city. She
wanted more. More of the unlikely and unknown. Paris would be next,
then Rome and London. She had no idea what would happen in those
three cities, but Pedro, she mused, was the beginning of a greater
adventure. His hair brushed against her as he murmured and she felt
a confusing mix of peace and disquietude. The intimacy of a moment
with someone she didn’t know, but whom she’d already given her body
to and taken from .
     
    Lying in a bed beneath unknown ground, where the air and
water and footsteps of passers-by were alien to her, but accepted
her into the fold. She wondered if every man she met she’d remember
as a part of the city; an extension of the experience, but leave
the recognition of his breath and skin against hers. Or if she’d
carry it in her as a sensual memory. She turned over and fell
asleep against his chest, twisting a finger through his hair and
wondering if it would be the last time she’d be naked next to
him .
     
    She woke to the sound
of car horns and scooters roaring past in the street below, and to
the feel of his hands exploring her body. Still hovering in the
space between dreaming and consciousness, she succumbed to the
pleasure of his hand kneading her breast as he pressed his cock
against her ass. He was still here, in her bed.
     
    “ Vamos a ducharnos…”
     
    “ Hmm?” She turned and burrowed her face into his
neck.
     
    “ Let’s shower.” He stepped out of bed and pulled her with him.
As they stood under warm water, he continued to explore her,
rubbing soapy fingers over her breasts and ass as she enjoyed the
feel of the slippery skin of his hard chest. She was wet for him
again, and he fingered her as he pressed her stomach against the
tiles of the shower. He thrust into her, grabbing her breasts as he
filled her. She gripped the tiles as he moved, trembling with
pleasure and surprise from the sudden penetration. His hands were
on her back, sliding down to what he wanted. She shivered as his
fingers found her ass, and he began to ease into her, gently but
persistently, with his cock still deep in her pussy.
     
    “ You
like that?” He whispered, pushing a little farther.
     
    “ Yes,” she breathed, pushing toward him from her hips. He
groaned at how her soapy, wet body accepted him. He pulled his cock
from her pussy and raised it, rubbing it against the opening of her
ass. Her body pulsed, and she felt her wet folds ache to be filled
again. But he wanted something more, and he continued to play. He
was so thick, she wondered if she could take him, but her body
responded regardless, bending back to give him more of her. She
cried