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out and then moaned as he entered her, pushing the boundaries
of what she thought she wanted, and it unravelled her. His fingers
circled her again as she throbbed hot and cold for him. His body
was hot against hers, and he spanked her lightly.
     
    She caught her breath
at his length and breadth pushing into her tight little opening,
slick with oily soap, and moaned again as his fingers plunged into
her pussy. Her tightness was a firm grip of pleasure around him,
bringing him rapidly to a summit. He bent her farther forward and
held her breasts firmly as it took him over the edge of restraint,
and he groaned as he came inside her. His heart beat in quick thuds
in his chest behind her as he withdrew, but she was still dying for
relief from the building pleasure between her legs. He felt it and
continued to circle her, while his other hand glided in and out of
her wet pussy from behind. She was aching to come, but wanted to
face him.
     
    She
stepped out of the shower, and he eased her onto the bathroom
vanity, where she enveloped him with her legs. His black hair
streamed water over his caramel-colored skin, and his wet lips were
on her neck. His fingers traced her opening, gliding up over the
hood of her clit and down again. One finger, two, entered her and
withdrew, and he flicked her with his thumb. As she gripped him
tighter and he felt her tense, he teased her until she came,
pulsing and wet under his fingertips and crying out at the relief
of her need met under his touch.
    **********
     
    She sat opposite him
at a cafe table on a sidewalk, sipping black coffee and watching
the dilated, liquid pupils of his brown eyes. A think layer of
black stubble covered his angular jawline, and his hair had only
just been teased out of revealing what he’d done to her a few hours
earlier. Churros sat on a plate in front of her that she couldn’t
eat. Tiredness pulsed in her neck, but she was alert. She braced
herself for a day of walking around the city and scribbling down
notes to type later. He reached over the table and clasped her
hand, lacing his fingers with hers as he’d done the night before,
and smiled at her. Cigar smoke wafted from the cafe, and waiters
bustled around them.
     
    “ You
had a good time?” He asked her, smiling more broadly.
     
    “ Yes.” She blushed and looked down, wiping imaginary crumbs
from her lap. “Did you?”
     
    “ Of
course.” He thumbed her palm and looked her over, subtly. “But I
have to go very soon, Annie. Tell me I’ll see you again, somewhere
in the world. I love to travel. And I love your body.” He drew five
euros from his wallet and left it on the table for the
waiter.
     
    “ I
love yours too,” she confessed. “I have to go too. I have to work
today. I’d like to see you again too. Who knows where we’ll
meet?”
     
    He stood up and took
her hand to stand with him, and left a note with a number in her
palm. He kissed her with his hands on her hips and stared at her a
final time. “Adios, guapa,” he whispered, and waved as he walked
away.
     
    She felt suddenly
alone as she sat back down at the table and finished her coffee. A
quick encounter that she could still feel on her skin; inside her.
He’d been soft and teasing, then fucked her until she’d screamed.
She tucked the note into her pocket and walked to the subway,
navigating from the map on her phone and almost walking into a
parked scooter.
     
    She was alone again,
and the city responded with a reminder that it was hers to
explore.
    To be continued…

 
    About the Author
     
    Ana Vela is romantic at heart. Living in
Brooklyn with her husband, two sons, and a puppy, she finds time to
sneak away at night and live out her fantasies by writing them all
down and creating these stories for her faithful readers.

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