OOM: Bogotá, post Maria

[latino_menace]

Perhaps it wasn't really the manly thing, letting Fi deal with getting her out. Under normal circumstances, he'd just give her a smack and be done with it. But isn't shock bad for unborn kids? He doesn't know and he's still struggling with mixed emotions about the baby - on one hand, he wishes it had never happened. But on the other...it has. And it's going to be born now, no matter what so shouldn't he start getting used to the idea?

None of this is easy. He's glad of the half-minute or so that Fi is out of the room because it gives him just a little space to breathe and think about what he's going to say, if he has to say anything. He really had no idea she'd show up here.

When Fi comes back, she'll find him sitting on the bed with his back against the wall, smoking a cigarette and staring at nothing in particular.

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[latino_menace]

He looks at her, not knowing what to say. How does a guy respond to that?

Eventually,

'I don't know, then. I don't know how I'll feel about you in the future.'

And he hardly knows her now though he can definitely see why he'd want to be with her.

'Will I remember tonight? When you go back and see me. Is that how it's working?'

[justcallmefee]

She gives a tiny nod, the lines around her eyes deep and sharp. She never wanted him to see her as weak and tonight, she threw that all out the window.

She catches his hand between hers and brings it to her cheek, gently nuzzling, breathing his skin. She feels it in this man's touch, and that's what she was trying to tell him. He knows her in ways that she can't explain in words.

"Do you want me to go?"

[latino_menace]

'No, of course not.'

He strokes the pad of his thumb along her cheekbone in an absent gesture, thinking. How does he want to remember this? Does it even matter?

He's too tired to think about it. So he does the only thing he can think of - the thing he really wants to do - and shifts so he's above her, keeping their legs entwined and pressing against her.

'I said all night, didn't I?'

[justcallmefee]

She gasps and arches beneath him, her grip tightening on him. Desire flares like white phosoporus in water, burning in her skin, down to her very bones. Her hands pull him down for a searing kiss, and she opens for him, breath and body. Nothing else matters, she tells herself, not Maria, not Random, not Michael.

Just this.

[latino_menace]

He's glad he's not so wound up this time because he can enjoy it more now, letting his ardour rise again after it was so rudely interrupted by Maria's arrival. He can feel her heat against him, the passion of her kiss; he's soon hard and ready, resisting the urge to take her again because he wants to make her crazy first.

His lips move to her neck, her throat, kissing down the centre of her chest. he goes slower than he'd like to, letting anticipation build for both of them.

[justcallmefee]

She curls around him, trembling with a mad kind of need. Her fingers weave in his hair, her legs shift restlessly along his, trying to get more skin against skin. There's a hitch in her breath and she's not crying, she's not. He feels so good, she thinks she'll never be able to let him go. So slow, he's moving so slow and she rises to meet each kiss, each caress, her voice a soft litany of 'please' and his name.

[latino_menace]

There are very few things more arousing than turning her on like this, having her respond to his touch this way. He never really knew it before, never gave himself the chance to see what it was like to really pleasure a woman. And he hardly ever bothers to go down on one but right now, he can't think of anything he wants more. His lips kiss slowly down her stomach, tongue lapping a line to right where he wants to be.

He's not as experienced at this as he will be. But he's enthusiastic, flicking her clit fast with the tip of his tongue and pushing a finger deep inside her.

[justcallmefee]

She wraps her legs around his neck, and there's a strangled cry on her lips at the spike of pleasure. Her thighs flex and grip him tight, heels digging into his shoulders, keeping him close.

"Too much, too much..." Her head falls back and her spine arches off the bed, the long muscles of her legs quivering under his hands.

"Here," her hands guide both of his around her thighs. "Hold tight, tighter, yes. Now, just your tongue first. Easy, god yes. You can make me come more than..."

He moves and the last word is cut off by a quiet gasp, a raw and pure sound he can feel echoed through her tiny form.

[latino_menace]

She folds her legs around him and it feels like being locked into heaven. He can't see her, her thighs muffle sound and he can't move much. There's just her pussy, offered to him unconditionally, there to be eaten and played with and touched and...he moans quietly and laps at her clit, nice and slow, nice and gentle, just like he's told. He can play nice. He remembers how earlier, all he wanted to do was make her scream and now he's determined to make it happen.

[justcallmefee]

Her head falls to one side, and her hips rise off the bed, unable to keep from moving. Beneath his mouth, her flesh grows slick and hot, petals unfurling under his tongue. Her hands lift over her head and she grips the edge of the mattress, trying to breathe, trying to just let the tension of the last hour disappear into those soft determined kisses.

There is an ache behind her breast bone, a longing in her chest. She surrenders to it, surrenders to the sweet fire he's stoking in her belly. She surrenders to the need she feels in his hands.

Her hips roll, her breath comes in short panting breaths, and he finds a sweet spot, just beside her clit, that makes her tense and quake.

[latino_menace]

She tastes so fucking good. He wants more but resists, because she said she wanted this for now and she certainly seems to be enjoying herself. He doesn't realise that that spot is what's making her tense at first, he concentrates mainly on the nub of her clit, kissing and licking and pressing his lips on to it lightly, just a hint of sucking it. But eventually he realises that it's just to the side that's getting the best reaction so he focuses on it for a while, trying to listen to the sounds she's making as a guide to how he's doing.

He knows what it's doing to him. His cock is trapped underneath him, long and hard and pressed up to his belly. It's all he can do to keep himself still - he's trying his damnedest not to rub it into the sheets because he doesn't want a repeat performance of earlier. He's going to hold off as long as he can and because of that, Fi, you have his undivided attention.

[justcallmefee]

A low quiet murmur encourages him, and when he finds that sweet spot again, she hisses a quiet 'yes'. Her hand catches his fingers, squeezing.

It's a test of all her resolve to find the words to guide him. "Now, just -- the tip of your finger, just inside." She twists under him as he does as she asks. "Good, fuck that's good. Oh god, press down, just a bit -- ahhtherethereyes -- and keep licking please keep yes."

She tenses around him, a hard tremor in perfect synch with the flickering touch of his tongue. He pushes again and she's breaking, the same sound he heard in the car, louder and longer. Her hips buck and shake in his grip and he can feel a rush of heat and wetness against his tongue.

[latino_menace]

He groans as she comes, at the movement of her hips and the taste of her in his mouth. He stays there all the way through, only withdrawing to breathe when she's calming a little; as soon as he's evened out a little he goes back for more, this time pressing his tongue deep into her, wanting more of that sweetness, getting off on the intimacy of licking inside her and having her wrapped around him so tight.

God, he's going to fuck her so hard. He can hardly stand to think about it, it turns him on so much. But he forces himself not to, concentrates on the suffocating heat and wetness and the way her thighs squeeze him and keep him at her centre.

[justcallmefee]

She curls up again, her hands in his hair again, caressing him as much as she is guiding him. There's a fine sheen of sweat all over her body and he can feel her hands trembling on his scalp.

His tongue moves inside her and her ragged breath catches in her throat. He can feel her cunt rippling against his mouth, each successive wave of pleasure drawing another cry from her lips. It's a pleasure so thick, she can't think, she can't resist, she can only let it wash over her. Her hips move in time with his penetrating tongue and she's fucking his mouth just like she fucked his hand in the car.

Just another span of heartbeats and she goes rigid again for a long moment, her head arching back, her lips parted. The barest brush of her clit and her muscles start to vibrate. Her hips lift off the mattress and she shimmies hard against his mouth.

[latino_menace]

Without a single conscious thought, his thumb finds her clit and flicks over it lightly but fast, wanting to help her get as high as she can. He can hardly breathe, pressed against her like this, his mouth working hard but all he can think is how good it feels, how good she tastes, how much he wants to make her squeal.

[justcallmefee]

With that touch, he gets his wish. She writhes beneath him, a long high-pitched cry rising in her throat. He has to use all his strength just to keep her in his grasp, until she puts a foot on his shoulder and pushes him away. Her knees slam together and her whole body twitches and jerks like there's an electric current going through her.

[latino_menace]

He kneels up, wiping his mouth on the back of his arm and breathing hard, watching her intently.

'You alright?'

God, she felt alright to him. Felt amazing.

[justcallmefee]

He pulls away and there's a quiet sound of protest in the back of her throat. Her eyes open, wild and dark, searching his face. Her breathing slowly calms but it takes a moment for language to return. Her hands move over her torso, trying to still the storm in her skin.

Again, she sees the man she's been with for the last year behind his eyes. She's used to a man who knows what he wants and takes it with a strength and surety that drives her crazy. But this man, he wants to please her, wants to make a good impression. He's young and yes, unsure.

"Come here to me," she breathes. He rises over her and she reaches for him, needing to feel the heat of his skin under her palms.

[latino_menace]

He shakes his head. He may be unsure about the reaction he just saw from her, might be unsure about who she is and what she expects from him but he's not unsure about what he wants right now.

His hands hands hook under her thighs and he drags her towards him in a fast movement, pulling her right up close so the swell of her backside is pressed between his legs, the backs of her legs draped over his thighs.

'You come to me.'

She's too close to just slip into so leans forward and braces his arm, giving enough space to guide the head of his cock into her. Then he straightens again, kneeling and breathing hard, looking down at her and running a hand over her breasts in a strong caress. His cock aches like fuck but her wetness eases him, lets the tension spread out through his body instead of focusing on one point.

He doesn't push further. Not yet. He doesn't want a repeat of earlier, wants to acquit himself better. So he waits for some equilibrium and trys not to think of the way she's already clamping around him, promising all kinds of heaven.

[justcallmefee]

She gasps as he shifts her, puts her where he wants her. Her eyes fall closed and her hips twist as he penetrates her, her body aligning with his. Her hands smooth over his chest, reaching up to touch his face before he pulls away.

"Caro, please."

It doesn't take much at all to hook her heels behind his hips, winding her legs around his waist, strong and sensual.

"Please, I need you."

[latino_menace]

He nods because he needs her just as much. And this time there's no excruciating slowness - a snap of his hips and he's taken her deep, losing his breath in a small cry as he does. He keeps the pace steady, driving into her relentlessly, his fingers toying with a nipple as he does.

He likes it like this. Likes being able to see every reaction on her face and see her body laid out for him. It's an attractive sight.

[justcallmefee]

Her own cry mingles with his. Rational thought dissolves as he starts to move, thick and hard and deep inside her. At this angle, she's not entirely helpless. She can still rock up into him and she watches his face through heavy-lidded eyes as she grips him with her core. Heat pools between her thighs, and she strives for him, arching up into the touch of his hand.

[latino_menace]

'So tight.'

Obviously, he's not complaining. She moves so nice, looks so fucking good...his free hand moves between her legs, brushing her clit lightly with the pad of his thumb. He wants to know what it feels like to have her come on his cock, wants to see her face and watch her break.

[justcallmefee]

She tenses and ripples at the touch, the pleasure so intense it's almost painful. She's still sensitised from the touch of his mouth.

Her hands move on his shoulders, skimming down his arms, over his chest. Her nails graze his ribs, her heels pull him even closer, and she rises to nuzzle along his jaw. Her breath feathers along the hollow beneath his ear, soft insistent syllables in a language he doesn't know.

[latino_menace]

He leans forward, once again bracing himself on one arm because she seems to want to touch him and it's no hardship to get close, no strain to listen to her voice as she murmurs to him. He just closes his eyes and enjoys the way he can make her tense with the barest of touches, tries not to focus on how good she feels every time he thrusts into her.