Chapter 11 #2
“God…” Martina gasps, pulling away just an inch to catch her breath. “Rebeca…”
She says no more. Her lips trail down Rebeca’s neck, biting the sensitive skin. Rebeca throws her head back, letting out a long, ragged moan. Her hands sink into Martina’s damp hair, pulling it hard.
They fall onto the sofa without quite knowing how. The blanket Rebeca had brought gets tangled beneath their bodies. Martina positions herself on top, straddling her, and her hips move instinctively against Rebeca’s. The friction is intense, and Rebeca arches her back, seeking more pressure.
“Martina… wait…” she whispers, but her hips are already rising to meet hers.
Martina’s hands slide down Rebeca’s body, lifting her T-shirt without a second thought.
The skin she reveals is warm, soft, tinged with the slight shiver caused by their contact.
Martina’s fingers trace her ribs, moving up to her breasts and squeezing them with possessive force.
Rebeca gasps. Her nipples harden instantly under Martina’s palms, and Martina lowers her head and captures one with her mouth, sucking it hungrily.
As her tongue caresses it, Rebeca writhes beneath her, digging her nails into her shoulders.
“Fuck…” Rebeca moans. “It’s been so long since anyone touched me like this…”
The words are like a spark capable of igniting gasoline. Martina lifts her head, her eyes darkened, shining with desire.
“Then let me remind you what it was like to be with me,” she whispers against her skin.
She yanks her T-shirt off. Rebeca is naked from the waist up, and Martina sits up for a second to take off her sweatshirt too.
When their torsos meet again, the moan that escapes from both of them is almost painful.
Martina moves her hips in slow circles, rubbing against Rebeca’s sex, still covered by her pants.
But Rebeca no longer resists. Her hands slide down to Martina’s ass and squeeze it, pressing her harder against her.
“Take this off,” Rebeca orders.
Martina obeys. She pulls her pants down in one swift motion along with her underwear, and Rebeca is left completely naked beneath her. Martina pauses for a moment to look at her, and desire hits her with full force.
“You’re beautiful,” she murmurs, a smile playing on her lips. “You always have been.”
She leans down and kisses her again, this time more slowly. As their tongues entwine, Martina’s right hand slides down between their bodies. Her fingers brush against Rebeca’s wet lips, gently parting them. Rebeca arches her back with a muffled moan as Martina slides her fingers deep inside.
“Ah…” Rebeca throws her head back, digging her nails into Martina’s back. “More, please…”
Martina starts moving them vigorously. In and out, over and over. The wet sound of her fingers sliding in and out fills the room, mingling with Rebeca’s moans and the distant patter of rain. Rebeca opens herself wider and begins to move her hands in time with Martina’s rhythm.
“Like that… fuck, like that…” Rebeca moans, her eyes closed and her lips parted.
Martina speeds up, and her thumb finds Rebeca’s swollen clitoris, rubbing it in quick circles. Rebeca trembles all over, and her thighs tighten around Martina’s hand.
“Don’t stop… please…” she begs.
Martina doesn’t stop. She lowers her head and takes a nipple into her mouth while her fingers move inside her harder.
Rebeca screams, and the orgasm hits her suddenly, brutally.
Her body convulses, and her inner walls squeeze Martina’s fingers tightly.
Martina keeps moving inside her, prolonging the pleasure until Rebeca trembles and sobs.
When the last spasm leaves her, Martina slowly pulls her fingers out. She brings them to her own mouth and licks them, looking her in the eyes. Rebeca watches the gesture, breathless.
“Come here,” she whispers, pulling her closer.
They kiss again, and Rebeca savors herself on Martina’s tongue.
Rebeca reverses their positions with a force that surprises them both.
Now she is the one on top. Her hands slide down to Martina’s pants and tear them off almost violently.
When Martina is naked, Rebeca wastes no time.
She spreads her legs and lowers her head.
Martina moans loudly as Rebeca licks her and runs her hands through Rebeca’s hair. Rebeca devours her with the hunger that has built up over six years. Her tongue enters her, pulls out, circles her clitoris, and then sucks on it hard.
“Rebeca… fuck…” she moans, pulling at her hair.
Rebeca searches inside her while her tongue continues to work on her clitoris. Martina arches her back, and Rebeca begins to move inside her hard, without mercy.
“More…” Martina begs, her voice breaking. “Please… harder…”
Rebeca obeys. Her fingers thrust in and out violently. Her mouth sucks on the clitoris relentlessly. Martina feels the orgasm approaching, intense, and her thighs tremble. Her nails dig into Rebeca’s shoulders.
“I can’t…” she gasps. “Rebeca, I can’t take it anymore…”
But Rebeca doesn’t stop. She picks up the pace, curling her fingers, and shortly after, Martina explodes with a long, guttural scream, while Rebeca keeps moving inside her, prolonging the pleasure until Martina sobs and begs her to stop.
When she finally stops, Rebeca climbs on top of her and kisses her. Martina, exhausted, hugs her tightly, burying her face in her neck.
“Six years…” Martina whispers against her skin. “Six fucking years, and you’re still the only one who’s ever made me feel this way.”
Rebeca closes her eyes, caressing her bare back.
“And you’re the only one who makes me forget the world.”