Guillermo

Guillermo
The room is lit indirectly by the bedside lamps, and she’s lying on her back.

I don’t know where to touch first. I can’t choose.

The need for Olivia makes me want to take her every way possible. It borders on agony. I need her to feel me all over her body, so that there isn’t a single part of her where we haven’t made memories.

She’s hot in my hand, feverish, wet.

Her eyes open, watching, allowing.

"Spread your legs for me. Let me see you."

"I want your body on mine, Guillermo. You said I’m yours. Prove it."

Olivia burns under my fingers, and I finally allow her hands on me too, with no clothing in the way. They reach the sides of my boxers, pulling them down with a disconcerting familiarity. The other times, I feared that if I felt her, I wouldn’t be able to stop.

The moment she touches me, it’s as if my body recognizes her.

"Move your hand."

I look down, fascinated, as she begins to stroke me slowly.

"Like this?"

I close my eyes for a moment. The caveman inside me, hidden, goes wild realizing she’s doing this for the first time.

With one hand behind her back, I lift her to kiss her while she caresses me and instinctively tightens her grip on my cock just enough, as if she knows exactly what I need.

To my surprise, she pushes me onto the bed, reversing our positions.

She pulls my underwear completely, and then we are both naked. A man and a woman with no barriers, surrendered and desperate for each other.

She kneels, one thigh on each side of my body, and her hand returns to slowly stroking me up and down.

I watch everything, hypnotized.

"What do you want?"

I hold her breasts, bringing them on either side of my cock.

I squeeze them right there and almost roar when my naughty girl smiles and, pulling my hands away, does what I started herself.

"You like my breasts. Have you fantasized about this? Wanted to feel me like this?"

"Since the first time I saw you."

"Do you know what I imagined that first day in your kitchen?"

I can barely breathe.

"No." I force myself to answer.

"I’ve never been intimate with a guy, but I’ve read a lot of books. I want to try."

"Try what, Olivia?"

She lifts her face to look at me and then closes her lips around the head of my cock.

I’m in a fucked-up conflict between closing my eyes to enjoy the feeling of her warm lips or watching her suck me, but when her mouth starts to slide, I know I can’t miss it.

"Use your tongue to lick me while your mouth goes down on my cock."

She gives a shy smile. Her curious hand works on my shaft, running along its length. She opens her mouth wider, taking me in, trying to reach the back of her throat. Seconds later, I know I have to stop her, or we’ll finish before I get what I want. Without giving her a chance to protest, I flip her over, lying on top of her body, making her spread her thighs for me. It’s a tight fit because she’s small.

"I was enjoying that."

"Next time, maybe. Now I need you, beautiful."

I brush my fingers over her opening, and she’s dripping.

My naughty girl got wet from sucking me.

I circle my thumb over her hard clit while inserting my middle finger, going deeper each time. When I feel her contract, I don’t stop, watching the pleasure on her face, even though her virgin pussy protests the invasion.

As soon as I notice she’s more relaxed, I replace the finger with my hard cock. I just need to touch her with the head to know that this is where I want to be. In the delicious warmth of my Olivia.

Impatient, she lifts her legs, wrapping around my waist, and I slide in, trapped in her tight embrace.

She pulls me by the shoulders, silently asking for me. I kiss her, then pull away again. I need to look at her when I make her mine. I push a little deeper, and she stiffens under my body.

"Too much?"

"No. Don’t stop."

I reach my limit and, taking her mouth in a hungry kiss, let myself bury completely.

Her nails dig into my ass, her face a mix of surprise and pain. I go down and take her nipple between my lips, sucking, circling the hardened bud with my tongue.

I move, and her body undulates with mine, beginning to match the rhythm. In no time, we find a perfect choreography. Our moans merge until the roles of possessor and possessed blur, and the demanding urgency of our quickened bodies follows its own pace.

I caress her clit, feeling I’m very close to climax.

"More, Guillermo."

"Jesus Christ, Olivia."

The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh every time I enter her steal all rationality. At this moment, I am just a male, taking his female.

"Look at me." I demand, lightly pinching her clit.

"Anything you say. Just don’t stop."

"This isn’t going to end. It can’t end."

Her eyes open the exact moment she comes, and when she tightens around me, it’s the trigger for me to spill inside her.



I decided I’m going to sleep here.

I’m not ready to let her go.

It’s already late at night, and I know my daughter is safe with her uncle, so I want to stay with Olivia in my arms a little longer.

After the first time we had sex, I realized we hadn’t used protection. I have to admit I felt embarrassed. I’m the experienced one between us, and I should have protected her.

It’s never happened before. I’ve never lost myself in a woman to the point of forgetting protection.

Even knowing I would feel awkward, I had to ask, and with a mix of relief and something I couldn’t quite identify, she told me she had been taking the pill for over two years to regulate her period.

She’s soft and relaxed now, despite her inexhaustible energy.

"Come home with me tomorrow."

We’ve had sex multiple times, and it doesn’t seem enough. I want to spend the next night with her, but at home.

What I sensed about Olivia doesn’t even come close to the truth. She’s amazing. Curious, hungry, willing. Pure desire.

She’s uninhibited, wants to learn, and gives me everything I demand.

I can’t see this crazy desire I feel for her fading anytime soon. I don’t know if I want it to.

"Don’t you think we’d be confusing things?"

"In what way?"

She lifts her head to look at me, already fully awake.

"I’d rather establish that we’re spending time together than create fantasies in my head."

I know what she’s saying, and her maturity surprises me to no end.

I remember our conversation about the book she’s read twenty-seven times.

I remember everything she told me. The part about being the sensitive one and then having to become the reason.

"Don’t overthink. Never change your way. Don’t let this fucked-up world erase your colors, Olivia."

"And if I get hurt?"

"There’s no guarantee about that, but I need you to know I’m not just having fun with you. I want to be here, and right now, I don’t want to leave."

"And what about the conversation you mentioned?"

"What about it?"

The last thing I want right now is to bring up the past.

"That conversation isn’t about the rules of our relationship, is it?"

I turn her in my arms, pinning her beneath me.

"You’re obsessed with rules."

She smiles.

"No rules then?"

"I never said that."

"I don’t understand."

"I don’t share, Olivia."

She looks surprised, but it doesn’t last long.

"You got jealous of Logan?"

"You went out with Wolverine?"

She tries to keep a serious face but fails, smiling mischievously. Then she spreads her legs to make room for me.

"Who would’ve thought my CEO would get jealous."

The tip of my cock is pressed against her entrance, and I start moving slowly. I bite her chin, and she moans, rocking her hips beneath me.

"Do we have an agreement?"

"Agreement?"

She’s already completely surrendered—not that I’m in any better state.

"About being just the two of us."

"I’ve never been intimate with anyone before you. You saw proof of that firsthand a few hours ago. Why would I let someone else touch me now that we’re together?"

Her words cause a tsunami in my mind.

There’s no order in my thoughts, but some points stand out, even if it makes me a bastard.

No one before me.

We’re together.

Why would she let anyone else touch her?

I move all the way inside her, and when her tight, wet pussy grips me, I moan.

"Are you sore?"

"A little, but if you stop, I’ll kill you."

I pull almost all the way out and thrust hard inside her.

"I’m cumming. Harder. I can take it."

"Fuck, Olivia."

I rest my elbows on the bed and pick up the pace. I play with her clit, and feverish, she murmurs requests and orders until she bites my shoulder while cumming.

I’m far from done.

Flipping us over, I make her ride me.

"Ride me. I want to see those beautiful breasts move while you take my cock."

My hands wrap around her slim waist. I pull her down and thrust, making her take me deeply into her body. She rocks, circling her hips, throwing her head back. I’ll never forget this scene. It’s like fate mocking me. The woman I shouldn’t even consider making mine is everything I desire.

"I’m going to cum again."

"You will. And I’ll fill you so good, Olivia. I want every part of your body filled by me. There won’t be a place where my cock and tongue aren’t."

"Guillermo…"

She trembles, and pulling her by the shoulders, I bring her mouth to mine and let my tongue consume her with the same hunger as my cock.

Once, twice, three times, until there isn’t a drop of me left outside her body.