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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[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.

[justcallmefee]

"Yes." He closes the distance and he can feel her body respond. Every soft groan he lets slip echoes back to him, vibrating through her like a bell. Every brush of his lips against her throat pushes her higher.

She shifts and opens to him, drawing him deeper, her hips rolling to angle each of his thrusts where she needs them the most. Her thighs brace his weight, letting him take the full length of each stroke.

Her hands weave in his hair and she turns her head, catching his mouth in a breathless kiss. Her grip tightens on him and she moans into his mouth, her body tensing as she ascends.

[latino_menace]

She offers him the chance to use his full length and hell yes, he uses it. Quicker now as he kisses her, feeling her start to tighten and responding the only way he knows how, pushing deeper and harder and driving on and on and on, using every muscle he has to keep the rhythm going and make them both feel good.

[justcallmefee]

She clings to him, guiding his head to her shoulder, holding tight to him. He's pounding into her now, and she can barely catch a breath. His upper body is still, his weight held above her as his hips move, driving her up and up. White hot, molten sensation is pooling low in her belly, and she can feel tendrils of fire flickering across her nerves. He's hitting every sweet spot, hard and sure, over and over and over again.

Her nails bite into the skin of his shoulder and she sucks in a lungful of air, going rigid as the first wave breaks, roiling through her like thunder. Her head curls back and he can feel her coming apart beneath him.

[latino_menace]

He hisses at the sudden feel of her nails in his skin but it's good, he likes it. His head rests on his shoulder and that's good too because it gives him a way to ground himself on her, just focus on the taste of sweat on her skin and the way she sounds whe he bites, just. Like. So.

But then he's not thinking of anything at all because she's coming underneath him and he just closes his eyes and rides it out with her, never stopping, never slowing, letting her have it all. His teeth fasten in her neck when her head rolls back and he groans, fingers curling in the sheets until his knuckles are white, keeping the momentum going because he doesn't think he could stop now anyway, nothing in the world matters but this and how good she feels around him.

[justcallmefee]

She thinks there is no place higher to go, and again, he proves her wrong. His mouth fixes on her neck in a gesture that feels like possession, like a glimpse of heaven. She grips him tighter still, the strength of her legs pulling him deep, right where she needs him. Her body writhes in hard pulses, the rhythm of his thrusts telegraphed back to him in the breathless cries on her lips.

She clings to him, held fast by his teeth, helpless to resist the pleasure he's pouring into her and loving every single moment.

[latino_menace]

And he's helpless to do anything but move, groans spilling from his mouth at every pulse, every thrust of his hips, every time she clenches around him. It's like pushing into a tight, wet vice, threatening to push him over the edge at any second but he's managing to hold himself back without even thinking about it.

It's good here, doing this. It's better than anything that's going on outside of this bedroom and he doesn't want it to be over.

[justcallmefee]

Her breathing settles a little as the second climax releases its hold on her. He's still moving in her and she relaxes beneath him, still holding him close. She would have thought it too much, but no, it feels amazing. The weight of his body and the heat and hardness of him, slicking through her flesh. Her muscles ache in all the right ways, still rippling around him, trying to urge him on.

Her hands slip from his neck, down to his chest, pushing him up so she can look into his face.

"Here, let me..." She shifts, urging him up for just a moment, not even far enough to break their connect. One knee lifts, and with a bit of manoeuvring, she rests her foot on his shoulder. "Try this." Another shift, a low hiss and her other foot joins the first, closing her pussy around him even tighter. She can feel everything like this.

"Lean forward. Kiss me."

[latino_menace]

He keens quietly as she moves, clamps him closer, pauses just long enough to let her settle and then does as she asks. The break gives him the few beats he needs to stabilize himself, then he leans forward and kisses her deeply as he starts his rhythm again. Hard and fast and deep but careful not to slip out of her, not breaking the connection.

[justcallmefee]

She moans into his mouth, her hands finding their home in his hair again. She loves the sound of his voice, loves the intensity of his touch, loves the way he seems to want to fuck her into next week.

This position really does leave her at his mercy, and that's fine right now. He's magnificent, and she just wants to feel him move, wants to listen to the sound of their bodies meeting, wants to feel him hit that glorious point of no return buried deep inside her.

[latino_menace]

She'll be able to tell he's close; his movements are starting to become erratic, jerking into her rather than an even pace, moaning louder and more freely because he's not aware he's making any sound now. He pants rather than breathes, eyes closed and focused entirely on pleasure, starting to tense all over.

'You...done?'

It's gasped out; he's not going to be able to hold out much longer.

[justcallmefee]

She's just as vocal, just as far gone and not caring who hears. Another searing kiss, and she's nodding, a small motion he feels more than sees. She growls the answer against his temple.

"Come for me, caro. Inside me. Deep."

[latino_menace]

He nods wordlessly and it only takes about another ten seconds. When it hits, it's silent but no less powerful for that. He shoves forward as far as he can, buried to the hilt, every muscle rigid and vibrating, the tension almost unbearable but he can't stop, can't relax, can't do anything but stay locked in her until it lets him go.

It takes a little while. And then he practically collapses, limp and exhausted; fit as he is, he's still gasping for breath. It's been a long day but that was the perfect way to end it.

[justcallmefee]

She shifts, winding her legs around him, locking him in close, not wanting to let him go. Her fingers comb his hair back from his face, and she tries to remember how to breathe. She kisses his cheek, breathes in the smell of him, fixing this moment in her memory. She can feel his heart pounding, can feel his sweat all over her body.

She draws a long breath and lets it out slowly. He can't see the wistful smile that curls across her lips.

[latino_menace]

He's fine with staying where he is. Right now, he's not sure where he is but it feels nice so it's OK. She's locked him in close and has hands in his hair, the warm afterglow is starting to spread and eventually, his breathing starts to even out.

Still not moving though. No way.

[justcallmefee]

She doesn't want to move, doesn't want this to end. Doesn't want this to be anything more than this. Simple. Good.



You can't hurt my son.



And for a moment, she lets him be the only thing in the universe holding her together. Her eyes press closed and she just holds him.



"You feel good."