your friendship. You’re all I have. But, just like you, I don’t want a relationship. I don’t want a commitment to someone and depend on his presence to be happy. You know I don’t believe in any of this romantic shit.
“Watch your mouth.” She laughs.
“We can make a pact.”
“What’s this? Fifth grade?” My question makes her laugh even harder. Her eyes are sparkling.
“I mean it! We’ll be friends forever. If any of us feels up to a more intimate moment but doesn’t feel like dating strangers, we’ll look for each other. It’s going to be like a celebration of our friendship. We can have sex and, when it’s over, it’s over. No promises, no expectations, no future plans.
I look at her still feeling suspicious. That sounds too good to be true.
“A ‘friends with benefits’ kind of thing?”
“Yeah, that’s it.”
“And what about the virginity stuff?”
“What about it? If it’s not you, it’s going to be someone else. I rather be with someone I care about than some idiot who’s going to fuck me, make it hurt and leave me pissed off.
“Girl, you swear like a sailor.”
“But you like me anyway.” She smiles and I smile back at her nodding in agreement.
“No relationships?”
“Just friendship.”
“Nor plans for the future?”
“God forbid me fantasizing of wedding dresses and veils and shit like that.
“No monogamy?”
“Holy fuck, if you’re not having a relationship with me, of course there’s no monogamy!” Malu starts frowning faces again and that can’t help but laugh. “You better stop all this shit and kiss me.”
“Or?”
“I’ll have to abuse you.” She sticks her lips to mine.
That’s everything I need to send self-control straight to hell and hold her in my arms. We kiss so passionately that I feel my whole body burn. Our tongues dance in perfect harmony, magnifying the decadent taste of all the champagne we had.
I strongly hold her hips against mine, making her moan at the feeling of my hard length. I then support her so she can throw her legs around my waist. She keeps moaning low while I take her, attached to me, to her bedroom. When I lay her down on her bed, before I have the chance of taking off my clothes, she pulls me by the tie, making me lie down on my back so she can climb on top of me.
Malu unties my tie, throwing it on the floor. My coat and shirt follow the same route after she takes them off in a delicate but sexy manner. My breath is heavy, even more because I knew I had to go slower considering that this is her first time.
I start pulling her dress up to undress her, but Malu holds my hands and gets up. I’m reclining on my elbows, curious to know what she’s going to do next and, obviously, I’m surprised by her, in the middle of the room, unzipping the dress and letting it go down forming a puddle on the floor.
She is different from all the other women I’ve known.
Her small and curvy body looks like masterpiece ready to be discovered and enjoyed. Having only the moonlight to lit them, the flowers on her shoulder almost look like one of her paintings, filled with colors, as she usually paints them. I look to her small breasts, her waist, her crotch, her legs, her ankles bearing that sexy black rose going all the way down to her foot.
She’s unique. There’s no one like her, in the whole world. Looking at her, naked in front of me, all I can think of is that she should be worshiped as the erotic goddess she is.
I lie back on the bed, offering her my hand, to which she smiles in acceptance, coming towards me with a smile enhanced by the red lipstick. When our fingers touch, the electricity that greets us is so violent that I can feel her shiver. I hold her hand tightly, helping her climb on the bed and, after she lies down on the sheets, as red as her painting, with her lips parted and her eyes lighted up in expectation, I take off my pants, throwing them on the floor with the rest of my clothes.
“Rafa…” she whispers my name and all my self-control dissolves, though it was not much anyway. I lie on top of her, feeling how soft her skin contrasting with my own roughness. She lets her hands walk all over the sides of my body, following all the way to my back, while my mouth steals a kiss from hers. This kiss is intense, provocative, and sexy. I let my lips slip through her face, reaching her neck, and I can hear her panting when she feels me nibbling on the base of her neck.
Feeling her heart racing against my chest, I resume caressing her down to her breasts, nipping first, until I feel her twitching under me, and then sucking her hard. She grabs me by my hair, moaning my name while I tease her already harden nipple. My unshaven beard scratches her sensitive skin. I leave there my marks and perfume.
I keep caressing her until the point of no return. If I still had reservations about what we’re doing, those feelings are lost between the nibbles I leave on her waist. I slowly move away from her, looking at her eyes, with pupils obscured by lust. I reach my pants and take a condom from my wallet. While I put it on, I hear her sighing slowly and deeply. Then, throwing her arms around my neck, I feel her press her burning naked body against mine. I touch her, letting my hands slide all the way down to her hips, holding her tight.
“Rafa…” she whispers, and my name sounds like music coming out of her lips. “Please…”
“Please what, beautiful?” I ask her, holding her tight against my erection while I let my tongue trail all the way through her neck.
“I want you,” she pants, and I feel ready to take her, claim her and make her mine. Damn! Where does this come from?
Maybe she feels my hesitation, so she steals a kiss from my mouth and whispers in my ear, nipping my earlobe.
“Fuck me, Rafa.”
Her words have the power to bring up even wilder feelings inside me.
“Foul mouth” I groan, seeing her smile mischievously in expectation.
“You like it,” she says and nip my chin, making me moan. I’m sure it makes you horny.
“You make me horny” I reply and kiss her again, slowly diving into her so she can get used to my thickness and, little by little, I break the barrier of her womanhood.
“Are you okay?” I ask her, a bit worried.
“Yes”, she whispers, looking me in the eyes. “Don’t stop.”
I smile and hear her moan when I start to penetrate her. She holds to me tighter. Slowly, my thrusts grow stronger and deeper, always kissing her to drive away any shadow of pain.
When her body embraces mine and she’s ready, I pound faster, growing into a rhythm, until both of us are lost in a cloud of desire. We kiss nonstop, and I feel like I could die of pleasure.
“I’ve been picturing this all night long, since I saw you in that tempting black dress.” I say, causing her eyes to pop up a little and her mouth to open in a sexy and satisfied smile.
I feel her vagina tighten around my length, showing she’s very close to her peak. Just the thought of providing her an unforgettable night makes me reach my own orgasm. Our bodies contract and, when we peak, we scream each other’s names, our muscles contracting and stiffing like steel cables.
“Wow,” she groans while I lean my head against her chest, completely breathless.
“Wow?” I ask her, laughing. “You used to be more eloquent, foul mouth.”
I can feel her laughing under me.
“Eloquent?