CHAPTER 20
THE PLEASURE OF LOVING
Barbara
A few hours have passed, and the rain continues to fall with the same intensity.
The bungalow remains wrapped in dim light, broken only by the grayish glow seeping through the curtains and the occasional flashes of lightning streaking across the distant horizon.
The rain pounds relentlessly against the roof, a deep, constant rumble that fills every corner and completely erases the world outside these four walls.
I’m lying on my side, with Lidia’s body pressed against my back.
Her arm wraps possessively around my waist, and her warm, slow breath brushes the nape of my neck.
We’re still completely naked; our skin has dried a little after the storm we unleashed between us, but there’s still that sticky warmth left behind by the rain that soaked us and the sweat we drew from each other with every touch.
My whole body pulses with a life of its own.
Every inch of my skin holds the exact memory of her hands, of her insatiable mouth, of her fingers pressing perfectly against that spot that makes me lose control.
Two years without her, two years of emptiness and nights spent trying to convince myself I could forget her in Ingrid’s arms.
I can’t sleep. Who could? Desire keeps me awake, sensitive, desperate.
It’s as if that first orgasm we tore from each other was merely the key that unlocked a much larger door, a deep abyss I neither want to nor can resist. I turn slowly in her arms until we’re face to face.
Her green eyes shine in the dim light with that mixture of infinite tenderness and hunger that has always belonged only to us.
“Barbara…”
I don’t answer with words. My response is immediate, instinctive: I bring my mouth to hers and kiss her with an urgency that allows no restraint.
This time there is no gentleness or caution; it’s a deep, demanding, almost desperate kiss.
My tongue seeks hers, and she answers with a long moan that slides straight to my core and makes me clench my thighs.
My hands trace her back, slide down to her ass, and I pull her hard against me, as if I wanted to fuse us into one body.
Our breasts press together, our nipples brush against each other, and every touch sends electric sparks racing through my entire body.
“I need you again,” I murmur against her swollen lips. “I need to feel you again. Like before. Like always.”
She barely nods, her eyes darkened by the pleasure already building between us again.
Her hands rise to my face to hold me as the kiss grows wilder, hungrier.
We move together, rolling across the rumpled sheets until I’m on top of her.
My hair, still damp, falls in strands across her chest, and Lidia brushes it aside, staring at me as if she wants to memorize every detail of my face forever.
I lower my head and begin kissing her neck, slowly licking the salty skin that still carries the scent of rain and sex.
I find that sensitive spot just below her ear, bite it gently, and she arches her back, letting my name escape in a ragged gasp.
My lips continue their slow descent. I trace her collarbone with wet kisses, pause in the valley between her breasts, and take one into my mouth.
I suck hard, circling her nipple with my tongue—slowly at first, then faster—while my hand kneads the other breast with just enough pressure to drive her wild.
Lidia moans loudly, uninhibited, and her nails dig into my shoulders, leaving half-moons that will remind me of this moment tomorrow.
I feel her hips lift beneath me, seeking contact, friction, anything to soothe the fire burning between her legs.
My own arousal throbs intensely, hot and wet, sliding down the inside of my thighs.
I move lower, kissing her flat stomach, licking the delicate line of her hipbone.
When I reach between her thighs, I spread her legs with my hands and pause for a second just to look at her.
She’s swollen, glistening with desire, completely open for me.
The intoxicating scent of her arousal clouds my thoughts.
I lower my head and run my tongue slowly, very slowly, from her entrance to her clit. She shudders from head to toe.
“Fuck…”
I begin devouring her. First with the flat of my tongue, covering her entire vulva; then with slow, precise circles around her clit, sucking gently at first and then harder.
I slide two fingers inside her without breaking the rhythm of my mouth and feel her walls tighten around me, hot, slick, eager.
I move my fingers in a steady rhythm, curling them against that spot that always makes her lose control, while my tongue never stops.
Lidia moans uncontrollably, her hands tangled in my hair, pushing me closer to her as if afraid I’ll pull away.
“Like that… fuck, like that… don’t stop, please…”
Her hips grind against my face, riding my mouth and fingers with desperate urgency.
I devour her with all the hunger accumulated over those endless two years.
I change the rhythm, thrusting my fingers into her with determination.
I feel her whole body tense, her walls pulsing hard.
When she comes, she lets out a muffled cry that vibrates against my lips.
Her body arches like a bow, trembling violently, and I keep licking her gently, collecting every drop of her pleasure, prolonging the contractions until she collapses against the pillow, gasping for breath.
But neither of us is satisfied. The fire doesn’t die down; if anything, every orgasm only feeds it more.
I sit up and kiss her deeply, sharing her salty, sweet taste on my tongue.
She moans when she recognizes herself in my mouth, and her hands slide down my back until they grip my ass tightly, pressing me against her thigh.
I feel my own wetness sliding over her hot skin, and it draws a hoarse gasp from me.
“I want you to come with me,” she whispers against my lips, her voice rough with desire. “I want to feel you melt all over me.”
I sit up a little more, and she spreads her legs naturally.
We position ourselves in a scissor, our sexes pressed together, hot and soaking wet.
I begin moving slowly, searching for the exact angle that will make us both tremble.
When our clits finally brush against each other, the sensation is so intense we moan in unison.
The rhythm gradually quickens. I brace myself on one hand to keep my balance, and with the other I caress her breast, pinching her nipple as my hips move harder, faster, more urgently.
“God, Lidia…”
She answers by thrusting back against me, our wetness mixing in a slippery, obscene sound that blends with the relentless patter of the rain.
I increase the pace. Our clits rub together mercilessly, hard, hypersensitive.
Pleasure rises from the deepest part of my belly, climbs my spine, burns across my skin.
Lidia gasps my name over and over, her hands gripping my hips, guiding me, demanding more.
“Faster… Barbara… like that, damn it… I’m going to come again…”
I’m close too. The friction is perfect, overwhelming, almost painful in its intensity.
Our sweaty bodies slide against each other.
The air is thick with the scent of sex, rain, and us.
I lean forward and kiss her while we keep moving, our tongues tangled as we moan into each other’s mouths.
The orgasm hits me first; brutal heat explodes between my legs and spreads in endless waves through my body.
I cry out into her mouth, trembling violently, grinding myself against her desperately.
Lidia comes barely a second later, her body convulsing beneath mine and her moans blending with mine in a broken, perfect chorus.
We remain still for a moment, breathing hard, still joined by that intimate contact. But the desire doesn’t fade; it seems to multiply.
I pull away slowly and gently turn her onto her stomach.
I lift her hips until she’s on her knees and position myself behind her.
My mouth returns to her sex from this new angle, licking her with broad strokes while my fingers slide inside her again, deep and insistent.
Lidia buries her face in the pillow and moans loudly.
Her ass presses against my face, seeking more, always more.
I slip in a third finger and pick up the pace, fucking her firmly but carefully, remembering every detail of how she likes to be touched.
My other hand slides between my own thighs and touches myself at the same time; the double pleasure makes me moan against her wet skin.
“Oh… yes, fuck…”
I don’t stop. I finger her relentlessly, licking her, sucking on her swollen clit.
When her third orgasm crashes through her, her body tightens so hard it nearly traps my fingers.
I come almost instantly afterward, touching myself frantically; a quick, devastating climax that leaves me trembling and breathless.
We both collapse onto the mattress, exhausted but still tangled together.
I gently turn her toward me and hold her tightly.
Our sweaty bodies cling together as if they never want to separate again; our legs remain entwined, and we both breathe in the same uneven rhythm.
The rain keeps falling outside, but inside all we hear is our breathing and the soft kisses we exchange.
I stroke her damp hair, brushing away the strands stuck to her forehead and cheeks. Her eyes shine with a special light; her lips are swollen and red from so many kisses.
“After two years…” I whisper softly, “I still know exactly how to make you tremble and how to push you over the edge.”
She gives me that lazy, slightly crooked smile that has always melted me from the inside out.
“And I still know how to do the same to you,” she replies as her fingers trail slow caresses down my back. “We’ve never stopped fitting together, Barbara. And I don’t think we ever will, no matter how far you decide to go.”
Despite the weight and intensity of her words, she kisses me slowly; a long, deep kiss that tastes of melancholy, truth, and an uncertain future.
My hands explore her body again, this time without urgency, tracing every curve calmly, though desire still pulses beneath my skin, patient, waiting its turn.
I part her legs again with my knee and settle myself between them.
Our sexes brush together once more, soft, warm, still sensitive.
We begin to move slowly, rocking gently against each other as if we had all the time in the world, even though we don’t.
This time everything is slower, deeper. Our hips find a perfect, almost hypnotic rhythm; our sexes slide against each other with every movement in a continuous, delicious caress.
We hold each other’s gaze without looking away for even a second.
It’s so intimate it hurts. In her eyes I see reflected the same immense love, the same fear of losing each other again, and the same overwhelming need I feel in my chest.
“I love you, Lidia,” I think, and something inside me breaks just as the orgasm washes over us. We press ourselves together, moaning softly, trembling in perfect unison. When it fades, we stay wrapped in each other’s arms, breathing together, feeling our hearts beat against one another.
I close my eyes, surrounded by her warmth, her scent, her presence.
I don’t know what will happen when we wake up; maybe we’ll realize this was a mistake, that we never should have let it happen.
But reason has no power here. Only the heart does, and that fire that has consumed everything until these two years apart have turned to ashes.