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It had been a while since they were bold enough to meet alone again.
In hindsight, it obviously still was a bad idea. At least, for they have sworn to not end up where they are right now again.
But who could have known? For sure, not Malen nor Sergio. They never had problems before their slip.
But in hindsight, everyone’s smarter.
Sergio was contemplating his sanity, to be honest. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought to react so strongly to another person.
To not even be able to resist, as he was used to.
Don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t asexual. Even though there’s nothing wrong with that either. He just never saw the benefits of having intercourse. It was messy; it was mostly short and definitely exhausting. Not the good kind of exhausting, too, according to his anxieties.
The anxiety of meeting new people, interacting with them in any way, let alone under his sheets. The anxiety of not knowing what to say, what to do. If he’s enough, if he’s too much. He hated interactions with people. Seriously, he did.
But here he was now, with his cock deep inside Malen’s vagina once again. Pounding into her wet heat, over and over again. Scratching that itch they both felt constantly in the proximity of the other. Even though they had made it clear, it wasn’t going to happen another time after the last and their first time.
Obviously, their lust didn’t care about the resolutions they had made.
It was not a rational decision which had made them go for each other the last time. It was pure emotions. It jeopardized their friendship. But it was a kind of inevitable. After all the time, they had been friends until the breaking point.
Even though it had taken them a while to befriend each other in the first place. Him being super shy, and her being super busy. But they met over and over again, sometimes incidentally. But in time, they did become friends.
After forming a bond, they had been almost inseparable. Everything one did, the other had been invited to. And mostly accepted the invitation and took part, too. Wherever one of them went, the other followed.
That actually made them best friends, if you were honest.
Sergio often thought about Malen as his soulmate. Malen would do so, too, if she could admit that such a thing would happen to her.
Sergio loved to be Malen’s friend. Don’t get him wrong. But from the beginning, he knew he was fucked, as he was falling deeply, madly in love with Malen, right from the first time developing some kind of feelings.
Sergio didn’t know from the beginning, though. He didn’t know what was happening to him. He never had felt the feelings he harbored for her. But in the end, and with the help of his brother, he came to the conclusion that he loved her. Like he had never loved anyone before.
But Malen had strict rules. In life as much as for their friendship.
She was on her way to the top of her party, and she had made it very clear that she didn’t need any kind of relationship in her life right now.
Honestly, Malen didn’t believe in love at first sight or soul mates, anyway. At least she didn’t anymore after the disastrous relationships she had left behind in life. She couldn’t get hurt like that ever again, so she stopped believing she deserved that at all.
So in the end, Sergio kept his emotional distance. Well, at least he tried.
He did seek her closeness whenever he could. Well, of course not the physical closeness – no inappropriate touching amongst friends – but he went to any meeting, rally, demonstration or whatever he could with her.
And whenever he invited her to have a coffee, to have lunch or dinner together, or even to watch a new movie at the cinema, she agreed almost always instantly.
It occurred to him at one point that Malen wasn’t as untouched by their friendship as she pretended to be, and as he wasn’t either.
She had flirted with him a lot, too. On one not-date they had, when he had made dinner for her in her apartment, they had even kissed, and one thing led to another.
After their slip, as they used to call it now, they decided not to go further into this part of a possible relationship between them. Malen still stood by her words that she didn’t want a partner. It had hurt Sergio, but of course he accepted her wishes.
He rather kept her as a friend than banning her from his life altogether as an alternative. Even though it was toxic, him wanting more, Malen keeping him on the long arm. Also, it was pretty tough to keep his thoughts t-rated. She was the most beautiful woman he had met in his life, after all, inside and out.
Which made it even so much more complicated to not be in love with her as he desperately tried to.
He valued her views so much; they clicked right from the start. Her opinion of an equal world fitted right with his own. Her daily fight against racism or even equal pay for equal work fascinated him deeply. He seldom met people with the exact same opinion as his own.
Not to mention her smile and laugh. Sergio could get distracted from the whole world around him whenever she laughed about one of his silly jokes. Her smile could light up a whole room, drawing everyone’s attention.
To keep themselves from getting deeper in this hole of a non-existent relationship and possible feelings, they had to keep their distances. One thing they secretly had decided was, unbeknownst to the other, that they would not meet alone again.
Being alone, it seemed, they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. Which was rather contra productive to Malen’s wishes Sergio seriously tried to honor.
But still, tonight they found each other alone in Malen’s apartment once again.
Her friend, well more like her associate, Miren, cancelled a meeting last minute. A meeting to which she had invited Sergio, too, to be her reasonable voice, because Miren wanted to propose the next steps to get Malen more attention in the party.
But, of course, Malen somehow forgot to tell Sergio. Like clockwork, he had stood in front of her door at the agreed time.
He always was on time. Which she appreciated, but it also annoyed her to no end, because she was more than often late herself. Well, unfortunately and honestly, only when it came to dates with Sergio.
No, not dates. Meetings. They met. They met for coffee. They met for cinema. They met for dinner. But these weren’t dates at all.
And the reason she almost always ran late? She usually didn’t want to show up in her work clothes. Although they made her feel strong, independent. Which she highly appreciated and secretly used in her line of work.
But these clothes, as stupid as it might sound, also made her feel sexy. And she rather not thought about herself as a sexy being close to Sergio.
Because, oh boy, that had already once led to a fatal decision she had made.
Okay, admittedly also to a very hot, exhilarating and fantastic decision. A night of passionate sex she surely wouldn’t soon forget.
It woke her up more than once already, feeling hot and bothered, her knickers wet from her own fluids, having dreamt about his tongue doing wonders on her vulva. Her subconscious was torturing her so much. But there wasn’t a single thing she could do about it.
She fantasized more than once about his arms around her body, holding her tight while being buried deep inside of her. His tongue fighting with her own for dominance, making her more wet with each thrust he made.
It was amazing. It was exhilarating. It was fantastic sex. She couldn’t stop thinking about it…
Enough of that!
Sergio was here, in her apartment, alone, which she had sworn would never happen again, because fucking hell, she couldn’t keep her thoughts out of the gutter for long when he looked so delicious.
Sergio always looked delicious in Malen’s eyes. He was a perfect candidate for a hypothetical boyfriend. But she didn’t want a partner. She was convinced it would only distract her from her goals, to climb the ladder in her party. Maybe even to become Mayor in her beloved city.
And she was convinced she didn’t deserve a loving, caring, perfect boyfriend anyway.
She was a grown up woman, for fuck’s sake. She could outlive one evening without jumping his bones, couldn’t she?! Well, she had to try tonight, at least.
She would try. Because she wasn’t ready to let him leave yet again. Despite everything, the hard times she had resisting him, he was her best friend after all and she loved spending time with him.
“Sorry, I forgot to cancel,” Malen had said with an apologetic shrug of her shoulders, when Sergio looked dumbfounded, still standing in her entrance, not knowing if it was a good idea to enter her apartment when no one else was in it. “Miren cancelled on me about an hour ago.”
That was no problem, was it? They could still talk about her next steps like they would have with Miren here, too. Sergio was a grown up man. He could handle himself, right?
Well, it might be better not to risk it. Sergio wasn’t as strong as he might think about himself, and definitely not as strong as Malen obviously thought he was, thinking it would be no problem that he’d be here. In her personal space. With no one else around them.
“No worries, I’ll just…,” Sergio started, getting ready to leave again. Because, let’s be honest, it was just fucking hard being alone with Malen. The damn love of his life.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” Malen interrupted his sentence and his thoughts. It perplexed him, and really, he should say no, but…
“Bai, zergatik ez,” he answered instead, shrugging his shoulders shortly, pushing his glasses up his nose in his signature manner, closer to his eyes. What was the harm in watching a movie together, right? They had done it a million times before. No harm at all.
So, here they were, lying down on Malen’s couch, because that always had been her favorite position to watch a movie with Sergio. Closely cuddled by him from behind. Snuggled up to his chest with her back.
It gave her warmth. Especially being a frostbite kind of person, always freezing when not moving. So eventually, she always needed a blanket sitting or lying still on her couch. But since she met Sergio, her wonderful chivalrously, kind man of a friend, who immediately picked up on her state of body temperature, she didn’t need a blanket anymore, because he offered his own body heat for her.
It began with sitting close to each other, which they soon realized wasn’t enough of body heat exchange. Soon he had his arm over her shoulder, pulling her closer to his chest. But this, too, didn’t do as much as Malen could use. So they ended up in a lying position, him right behind her, her back pressed firmly against his chest. His arms embracing her tightly.
Which also made her feel safe. It made her feel at home much more than any of her furniture, plants, or trinkets she owned. She bathed in the feeling he made her feel when being so close.
As her friend, of course. Only her friend.
Friends did this, right? Sergio, not for the first time, wondered. When Malen moved once again her buttocks a little, probably her leg fell asleep as usual, Sergio almost groaned at the movement.
Friends for sure did not get a boner when watching innocently a movie with their friends. Oh, he was so much fucked.
Normally, he didn’t have any problems with her movements. But that was before. Somehow everything felt like a before and after their slip.
He now knew what her skin felt under the touch of his hands. He knew what her heated breath felt like on his exposed skin. He knew what it felt like to be buried inside her. Deep. Holy shit. He shuddered a bit.
Sergio tried to scoop a little back, but there wasn’t much space between Malen and the couch on his backside. But he needed to bring some space between them, so hopefully Malen wouldn’t feel his groin swelling more in his pants.
Malen immediately scooped closer though, pressing her back side closer to his front side. She felt incredible in his arms. Gulping, he tried to keep as still as possible from now on.
His half hard-on was pressed into one of the cheeks of her ass, feeling her warmth. Being so close, but so far from where he’d love to be again. But no. No. This was so not happening again. Sergio tried to calm himself down, inhaling deep, steady breaths.
Soon, he saw goosebumps all over her arms, just wearing a light t-shirt. Sergio instinctively began to rub her arms, to bring her warmth. Although the rest of her body felt quite heated.
“Are you cold?” He asked then, curiously.
“No,” Malen sighed into the direction of the TV, almost inaudible to him.
It only confused Sergio. Why was she shivering then?
“You’re shivering though. Are you getting a fever?”
Malen only grumbled. She didn’t know how to answer. But a certain heat had packed her for sure. Her whole body was on fire. Lit like a campfire, because a fucking candle didn’t suffice as a comparison.
She burned. For his attention. For his touches. To be fucked by him. But also for him. She fucking burned for Sergio. Oh, she was in deep trouble.
For a while now, she clearly could make out the erection Sergio started to sport right behind her. She knew he found her attractive. Hell, they already had sex once, of course she knew that.
But to feel him again was something entirely different. In this moment, she didn’t want anything more than to feel his cock pushing deep inside her vagina again.
“No, no fever,” she managed to answer after a few more moments. “I’m-“ Malen wasn’t able to finish that sentence. Instead, she unconsciously once again pushed her ass into Sergio’s growing penis. She could hear him gulp.
She tried, oh how she tried, to focus on the movie in front of them. It still had some time to finish, knowing Love, Actually by heart by now. Right after the English guy met three beautiful American women in the bar. Right before Alan Rickman broke Emma Thompson’s heart. One of the greatest acting scenes ever to be captured in a movie. She would have to make it through at least another 45 minutes.
Even if this was her favorite comfort movie, this was torture by now. But if she got up now, he would know something was off. If she’d leave Emma crying now, which she hardly could focus on by now even though it always, always made her cry, too, he’d just know. It was her favorite scene with Emma fucking Thompson, after all. But she was very far from crying right now and wasn’t ready yet to let him know she perfectly well knew what was happening in his trousers.
His very loose trousers. The fabric was some kind of tunic, which made the barrier between himself and her rather thin. She only wore shorts herself. After all, she was at home and no one was supposed to visit her.
But it was her own fault for not having cancelled on Sergio. And now she was in her own dilemma.
Malen bit down on her hand to stifle a groan once again. Sergio started to answer her thrusts by bucking forward into her rear. Conscious or unconscious, she didn’t know.
When Sergio felt no resistance from Malen after he bucked into her backside, he grew bold in his actions. He was quite desperate to feel her, to be inside her again, too. Let’s not try to deny that anymore. It was futile, after all.
His hand slipped from his side, where it had rested innocently, thank you very much. As for now, it wandered not so innocently right under her t-shirt, rubbing her belly lovingly. Malen could only gasp loudly this time. His hand moved up, while they still both pretended to watch the long forgotten movie.
Soon, he had found her hard nipple proudly protruding in front of her body. He absolutely worshipped her breasts. Sergio didn’t know he had a breast fetish before he had met Malen and was able to worship her perfect rounds. She definitely made him realize it.
Although he worshipped her whole body. Maybe, in the end, he had a Malen fetish. Who knows? He wasn’t about to try to find out if he had any of his fetishes with other women, to be honest.
When he circled and pinched Malen’s nipple a little bit, a groan couldn’t be kept silent.
Malen put her head a little back, trying to lay it on his shoulder. Trying to tell him silently to keep going. Because words still failed her.
Words would make this real, too. And they agreed not to have sex again. She wasn’t looking for a relationship or even a fuck-buddy. But she couldn’t tell him to stop either. Damn him and his skills.
Heat rushed down her body as fast as it could, pooling at the center of her vulva. She could feel herself pulsing, almost literally grabbing at thin air, waiting to be filled. By his hand, his tongue, or his penis. She didn’t care, because she just needed him. Anything of him.
When Malen once again was pushing back into his erection, Sergio took that as a hint.
He grabbed her hip, pushed her a little forward, pulling his trousers and boxers as far down as possible, and as needed, to have his penis proudly spring out, being finally freed and pressed between her ass and his pelvic.
Shuddering, Malen technically knew what he was about to do. And she was very, very much agreeing to this. But she still didn’t dare to believe it. To believe they were once again about to have sex. And especially here, on her couch, simply watching a movie together as friends.
But she also didn’t stop him when he pushed down her shorts, including her panty, too. Malen hid her blushing face into the arm under her face. His fantastic smelling skin. Like a mix of his body soap and himself. He smelled so masculine, it always had turned her on.
Meanwhile, Sergio could feel her heated cheeks on his arms. He could feel the heat radiating off her whole body by now.
He carefully slid his hand in front of her body, between her legs, which she had opened a bit for him to reach her better. He felt her wet vulva, the nub that her clitoris is. Immediately, he pinched it, which made Malen shudder.
One more movement of his finger and he had spread out her wetness over her whole entrance. His penis was dangerously close to her entrance by now. It would only take a slight adjustment to slip into her warm hole.
This close.
He let the head of his pulsing member stroke over her entrance, coating the wetness all over them. Both of their most intimate organs now slick with their body fluids. He rubbed himself between her lips, caressing her pulsing nub as well. A little more pressure, and-
“Hmm,” Malen moaned into the skin of his arm, where she still hid herself. She gave his skin a good licking, lost in his taste. It was the last straw he needed. Giving Sergio the permission he waited for, to finally be sure without her words that she really wanted this, too.
He pushed into her wet heat in a swift motion.
“What are you doing?” Malen gasped, finally able to find words. A little late, she knew that. And definitely nothing sane to ask. She knew that, too. But feeling him now, she knew she didn’t dream any of this.
“Nothing,” Sergio answered in lack of sense himself, not even trying to make any sense after all with his words, but trying to sound innocent, still pushing deeper inside her though.
“Nothing?” Malen asked, perplexed, of course disbelieving, but also giggling a little bit. What an answer. What a weird man she had there. Just like herself.
Maybe that was why she couldn’t keep her hands off of him. Because they just made sense in so many ways. Not only between the sheets. Even without making sense in words or on paper.
“Hmm…” Sergio sighed into her neck. “Tell me to stop,” he said, voicing out what she knew she could have done at any point. If there was one thing she was sure of, it was that she just needed to utter a word and he would stop immediately. It made her feel so incredibly safe with him in the first place.
“How…” A push deeper, “could I tell you to…” Pulling out, almost all the way, a whimper from Malen, “stop,” a deep groan, “if you’re doing nothing?” She finally was able to ask when he once again thrust deep into her.
Sergio stopped for a second, making clear, “You can always tell me to stop, you know that, right?”
He had to make sure she knew she was save with him. Even though it seemed she wanted everything of this. Everything to this point. It still happened that people changed their minds, even at the so called last minute. It still was absolutely legit.
“Please don’t stop,” Malen groaned then. Hell would freeze first before she would tell him to not fuck her. She could be honest with herself at least in that sight.
It was all he needed to hear.
“Your wish is my command.”
Finally, now stronger starting to pound into her hot vagina, Sergio bit her shoulder blade lovingly. He licked the raw flesh right after.
Malen only sighed in bliss. She liked it a little rough, although Sergio still had to learn that about her. It was only their second time after all.
Their rhythm started to get fairly fast in a matter of only moments. Finding her clitoris, Sergio rubbed the pulsing nub as gently as he knew she liked contradictory to his rough pounding.
And to no one’s surprise, it gave Malen the right kick to send her over the edge in a matter of a few more thrusts. She couldn’t hold it back even if she wanted to.
The whole we won’t have sex again and then now ending up fucking on her couch just made this thing forbiddingly hot. It let her see stars behind her eyes during her mind blowing orgasm.
Crying Sergio’s name out loud did something else to him. Like the first time, it was like a switch she used. One only she knew how to access, though. Not even he could boil him up like she did. It made him come undone inside her immediately.
“Shit,” he sighed.
He had wanted to keep going on with her. He loved to make love to Malen. It frustrated him that it was over so soon again. Especially as he was pretty sure this now would be the last time they would ever likely have sex. Like, seriously, the last time.
Even not being able to keep fucking her, because his groin already turned soft inside her, losing the contact they had during the sex, he kept her close in his arms. He wasn’t able to let go yet of the warm hug they shared during this whole time.
“I can’t believe we cuddle fucked,” Malen sighed after a while, deeply satisfied in his arms.
“We did… what?” Sergio asked, confused.
“Cuddle fucked. Don’t tell me you never heard of that?” Malen turned in his arms after he finally had slipped completely out of her.
Sergio only shook his head, pushing his glasses, which he still wore for fuck’s sake, once again up his nose in the manner she came to adore.
“You have a lot to learn,” she said, lovingly stroking his beard, looking him deep into his brown eyes with her equally but also two-colored own ones.
Oh, he liked that. He liked that very much. He also liked the look Malen wore right now.
“I think I like cuddle fucking,” he answered then.
Malen only chuckled. Of course he did. He seemed to enjoy their encounters very much. Just like she did. Maybe it wasn’t the worst idea to have him as her fuck buddy after all. But she wouldn’t break that proposal to him tonight. Tonight she would pretend nothing was at stake and just enjoy the moments she’d get with him.
“I can show you more new stuff,” she groaned onto his lips, catching them for the first time tonight. Sergio hungrily answered her kiss. Finally.
The connection their kisses built was so special to Sergio. He couldn’t find it in himself to ever wanting to stop kissing Malen. He would kiss her whenever there was a possibility.
The kiss went from hungry, to sloppy, to lovingly in a matter of seconds. Malen’s brain was about to get mushy from the low level of oxygen she was only able to inhale in between their shared breaths. But she couldn’t protest at all.
This felt pretty amazing. Although…
“You’re wearing too much,” she groaned into his mouth. If they kept going on with this, whatever this was, but sincerely, hopefully more fucking each other senseless in the bubble they’d just created, she would make the most out of this evening. Maybe even out of the whole night. She grinned devilishly at that thought.
Groping at his t-shirt, they pulled it together over his head. When he was naked from his waist up, Malen immediately ran her hands over his body. She always liked his thin, but also muscular, torso. He was incredibly sexy in her eyes. His nipples immediately erected under her touch.
Sergio now felt underdressed in comparison to Malen, so he pushed her shirt over her head, too. Seeing what he already had suspected earlier, clearly having easy access to her breasts, made his head swim. She didn’t wear a bra, for heaven’s sake, and her own perfect nipples proudly stood into his direction. Almost screaming at him to get his attention.
And who was he to deny her nipples or even himself the attention they both obviously wanted so much right now?
So he bowed his head down to pull one of her proud pinkish nipples right between his lips. He bit it without his teeth, just nibbling carefully. It had the desired effect. Malen bucked her chest into his face, and let out a long moan as an answer.
Sergio’s groin already stiffened again. Incredible what this woman did to him and his body.
But first, he had other, even bigger plans.
Kissing his way up to her mouth again, making her driving insane with his lips on hers, he could feel Malen grew impatient. Because his touches were soft, gripping sensitive flesh here and there, pinching her nipples once in a while, wandering all over her body, her arms, her legs, but never too close to her most sensitive parts.
Malen tried to push into his hands not only once when he was close to her vulva. But still, Sergio denied her, retreating his hand, heightening her feelings, her impatience, her lust for him.
After Malen’s moans grew louder and louder (he was sure her neighbors got a damn good show by now), he finally pushed two fingers into Malen’s wet vagina, not able to resist her any longer and deny her more pleasure. He wanted to bring her as much pleasure as he was able to. He would make this night unforgettable for her.
Pumping his fingers in a fast rhythm in and out of her hot core, rubbing her soft flesh tissue inside, he could sense through her contractions that she was getting closer to her next orgasm. Her whole body was flushed, her cheeks red, her breasts sparkled with red dots. Small droplets of sweat all over her body. She was a vision to him.
“Oh,” rolled out of her mouth, grabbing his hand, which pumped now three instead of two fingers in and out of her in a steady but fast rhythm. He wasn’t sure if she wanted to guide him or stop him, but in the end, she only lightly tugged at his hand. He took that as a sign to go a little faster. Pushing more rushed in and out of her, stroking his thumb over her clitoris as well. It had the desired effect of heightening her lust.
“I’m-“ Malen started, but didn’t say more, because her breath got stuck in her throat, nearing her peak.
“Come for me, maitia,” Sergio said. And oh, this slip up was even bolder than just having sex with Malen. Calling her his dear was a touch too much for friends. He knew that, but he couldn’t take it back even if he would have wanted to.
Apparently, Malen was too far gone to register it, though. Or she ignored it. In the end, she didn’t react. She had been so close when he had said it; he assumed the blood had already rushed through her ears, because only moments later she came once again with a loud groan and his name on her lips.
Oh, how much he loved his name when she came undone. He couldn’t wait to repeat the experience for both of them. But now, he lovingly stroked the insides of her legs, letting her slowly coming down from her high.
“Look at you,” he said. Smiling directly into her eyes, full of wonder he could make her glow like she did right now. Malen furthermore blushed. Although it was nearly impossible to spot, Sergio still saw it. It let him smirk proudly.
“Good?” He asked for approval yet.
“Oh, shut up,” Malen slapped his shoulders. Then she giggled, “You know it was good, ugh,” biting his shoulder this time. Not too hard. She didn’t want to hurt him after all, but still leaving a little mark behind.
Sergio didn’t mind to be marked by Malen. Not in the slightest.
He then laughed right back at her. It came from out of the depths of his chest, and it made her shudder in his arms once again. She loved being held by him after an orgasm and still being sensitive all over her body; she realized. She could get addicted to this feeling.
“Thirsty?” He asked then, interrupting her bliss, and the thoughts about the warm feeling engulfing her.
Malen nodded her head approvingly, still trying to fully catch her breath after the earth shattering orgasm she just had experienced. Damn him and his skills, he was just amazingly playing her. He read her like an open book, seemingly knowing exactly when and how much pressure to use on her. It had been a while since she came only on fingers.
Sergio jumped off the couch, light-footed, swinging into her kitchen to get them both a glass of water. Time to refill the electrolytes. If he had any say in the next few hours, he surely would need the extra energy.
He giggled in anticipation, returning to Malen with their glasses. She looked at him, amused. Sometimes, he was a big child. But a sweet and adorable one.
Sergio stopped right behind the couch, holding one of the glasses out to Malen, who sat on her knees heightened up. She thanked him with a smile and drank a big gulp of the clear liquid. Good thing it was tap, otherwise she’d have to burp right now.
When Malen had put her glass on the table in front of the TV, now right behind herself, she held out her hand for Sergio’s glass as well. He unquestioningly gave it to her to be put down as well.
“Come here,” she said then, taking his hand and pulling him closer to the couch. In her kneeling position, she was able to reach his mouth with her lips without much further exercise. They almost had the same height like this.
Starting to roam his body with her hands, she quietly asked in between kisses, “Have you ever heard of the squeeze method?”
Sergio looked into her eyes, unsure if he had or not, asking silently for further elaboration.
“It’s a technique to prevent you from coming when you’ve reached the point. Your point of not going back, you know?” Malen asked him.
Sergio raised his eyebrows at that. Maybe he had done it before unintentionally, but surely not on purpose. He tends his head to the side, still being interested where this would go.
“Are you interested in trying?” Malen finally asked then the important question. She wouldn’t do anything to him without having asked him if he wanted to try, too.
“How does it exactly work?” He asked her, almost in a whisper, his pulse already starting to get faster. And his penis also swelling at the thought of trying something new with this amazing woman.
He always believed and knew that an erection started in the head. But with Malen, it was almost impossible to not get hard thinking about her. And it weren't even very dirty thoughts he had. Just the way her hair waved in the wind. Her dark brown eyes smiling at him – yes, she fucking could smile with her eyes and it melted him every damn time. Her nose wrinkling when she laughed with him. Or her body shapes whenever he was able to admire her. He did admit that, too.
Before he met Malen, he hadn’t had so many boners without touching his partner, though. It was astounding. Even before they had slept this one time together, but after that? He didn’t stand a chance.
Malen loved a curious man. Her previous partners were open, too. But mostly if it concerned her, not the man. So, if he wanted her to try something new, he was eager to go for it. But as soon as she suggested something – like squeezing before orgasm – it wasn’t as half as interesting. Sometimes men seriously sucked.
But luckily not this one.
Sergio was amazing. She wondered why he was willing to do this with her, agreeing so fast when it took her days or even weeks to try to convince her other partners, and failing in the end.
Seeing her face glowing up as if she couldn’t believe he was interested in her suggestion, he added, “I trust you.”
These three little words immediately send a shiver down Malen’s spine. Three little words that meant immense depths. Of course, she did trust him, too. But to hear it, to have it openly said. She didn’t remember when someone last told her that.
“I trust you, too,” Malen answered then. He deserved to know as well.
Sergio grabbed the back of her head then, pulled her to him and kissed her roughly. Everything he couldn’t say, everything he wasn’t allowed to feel, he put into the kiss right now. He didn’t care if she felt the love that hung on his tongue tip to be screamed out loud all over the world. He had to kiss her, otherwise he wasn’t strong enough to hold back anymore.
Malen took it as affirmation, promptly starting the thing she proposed to do with him. Maybe even to him, Sergio still didn’t know. But he was fairly eager to learn about it. Soon.
He groaned into the kiss, his lust getting heightened again. He felt his penis swell once more. Before Malen, he rarely had sex at all, let alone more than once in one encounter. It just wasn’t him to not get enough of someone.
But here he was. He still wanted more of Malen.
She pushed her hand down his body, stroking his chest lovingly, pinching his nipples a little to see if it was an erogenous zone for him, too. And, oh, it seemed to pleasure him deeply.
Her hands traveled further down his body, reaching for his growing groin. Malen put her delicate fingers around his pretty long and beautiful shaft, stroking him feather light at first.
Her ministrations send a shiver down his back. Sweat started to pool on his spine. Involuntarily, Sergio bucked his hips a little into Malen’s direction, slipping into her hand even further, making him groan through his nose, not interrupting their kiss which still was going on.
Malen let her thumb slip over his glans, the tip of his penis. She smeared a little pre-cum around the beautiful head of his groin, a little down his shaft, too, so she could pump him smoothly.
“Hnngg,” Sergio grunted into the kiss. The kiss had become fairly sloppy since Malen started to massage his erection, though.
Malen retreated from the kiss to tell Sergio, “Let me know when you’re close, cariño.”
Sergio groaned once again, hearing her endorsement even though he preferred the Basque maitia. But maybe Malen wasn’t bold enough to use it anymore after they had told each other they had full trust into each other. Too close to the whole truth. At least his truth.
“Soon,” Sergio pushed out between gritted teeth, sweating on his forehead now, too.
They kept kissing. Malen’s pumps of his foreskin up and down his shaft got faster, and her pressure around him stronger as well. The world seemed to fully fade away for Sergio. He only could feel at this stage of pleasure. His breath became more rapidly. He felt the tug in his scrotum, which was pretty secure indicating his orgasm was soon to be happening to him.
“I'm close…” he sighed between the kisses now, grabbing Malen’s hips to bring her closer to himself, to feel more of her when he would come in her hand, ready to let go of the pressure building in his abdomen. But it wasn’t what she had in mind. He did forget for a moment, having his mind blanked out by her amazing touches.
Malen abruptly stopped her pumping, putting her thumb and index finger on the end of his shaft, right where it met with the glans. She pressed them a little together, hoping it was enough to stop Sergio from coming undone right now.
“Ugghh,” Sergio groaned deeply. He wasn’t sure how to feel exactly right now, but he was for sure at least a little frustrated. He had been this close. It felt like having been robbed right now.
Trying to get some pumps out of her hands by pushing into the smooth skin to still finish off, Malen tsk’ed him then.
“No, no, cariño. We’re not done yet,” her eyebrows rose up while grinning at him. Knowing full well what it meant to get interrupted. Edging was very pleasurable, but it also was a little torture. “I promise, it’s worth it,” Malen added mysteriously, her smirk getting wider.
Sergio only nodded slowly. He still tried to get his breathing under control, to lose the urge to come right now on thin air if necessary.
After feeling him coming down, his pulse still quick in his veins, but his breathing not as erratic as before, she asked, “You good?”
“I think so,” Sergio answered, still a little desperate. The feeling of missing something very important right now rooting deeply in his chest and belly. He couldn’t grab it fully, never having felt this before. So, no, he hadn’t heard or experienced the squeeze method before, obviously.
“Want to go on?” Malen asked, still having her hand around his shaft, but not moving at all yet again.
“Mesedez!” Sergio sighed out eagerly.
It was all Malen needed to hear, starting to pump him again, stroking his prominent vein on the underside. The one that pumped the blood into his penis, his dorsal artery, the most protruding one.
This time, Sergio got faster to the point he felt once again the pull, ready to lose it after all. But now, knowing he was able to stop with Malen’s help, he didn’t want to just come into her hand. He wanted to come inside of her, buried deeply, feeling the silky walls of her vagina milking him dry.
“Oh,” he groaned after not such a long time of her ministrations. “Please… I can’t hold it any longer-” He didn’t finish the sentence, leaving it on a high note as if wanting to say more. But instead of going on with words, he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to concentrate not to spurt into the warm, soft palm of her hand.
She made it a very difficult task for him, though. Keeping her pumping movements, putting pressure on his skin, letting go again, squeezing him differently to put amazing pressure on him. It was excellent torture.
“Please stop,” Sergio finally groaned out loud, asking her the almost unbelievable thing. To not finish him off when his body screamed as loud for it as it never had before in his entire life. This edging really did something else to him.
Malen did as asked as soon as the words had left his lips. Even if it surprised her.
She knew it was possible to repeat the edging more than once. But with the first experience, it was rare. She actually expected Sergio to have let go by now. But here he was, surprising her over and over again.
After regaining almost a steady breathing, Sergio pulled Malen closer to himself to kiss her hard. He felt an animalistic urge to howl at the moon right now. But of course he wouldn’t, so he put his raw emotions, the sensations she got out of him already, into the shared smacking of their lips.
Malen’s body reacted very fast to his roughness. Wetness pooled down between her legs. Her nipples got achingly hard, yearning to be caressed, circled, even pinched. She couldn’t wait to get her share of the attention of his ministrations.
Pumping him hadn’t left her cold at all. It was so incredibly sexy watching him getting closer and closer to his breaking point. Only focusing on him and his reactions. She was lost in it all. She was fucked.
Because, honestly, she didn’t know if she ever wanted to share this with anyone else again.
It was him, only Sergio, she saw in her future. Which made this very hard to continue.
But then there he was, almost as if he heard her thoughts, read her desires through his closed eyes, dancing with his tongue around her mouth, fighting for dominance with her own wet muscle.
He finally stroke over her arms, getting closer from each side to her breasts. Palming them simultaneously, caressing, circling and even pinching. Oh, how much he understood her, even without words. It was astounding.
Caressing Malen lovingly, but also erotically, Sergio felt her own breathing quickening. It got faster and faster just like his own just a few minutes ago. Maybe he could give her the pleasure he’d just felt right back. Maybe he could heighten it as well. He surely was eager to try edging her, too. He was eager to try anything with her.
Sergio’s hand wandered down her body, trying to reach between her legs. It was a bit difficult, as Malen was still kneeling on the other side of the couch. The back of the couch, which pointed into the room as a divider, now was hindering him to get the access to her wet heat as he wished. The angle made it almost impossible to move his hand.
He was able to reach her and move his fingers, but he couldn’t move his wrist, with which he was trying to put more pressure on her clitoris with his thumb. Stroking her nub and the entrance of her vagina was making Malen already groaning loudly and, boy, was he addicted to the sounds she made.
Her legs began to shake. An indicator of her body to let him know he did well. She was close to her orgasm. He had learned that fast. He didn’t know why she was so perceptive of his ministrations, but he knew it could go quite fast with her. But he wasn’t finished with her yet either.
So instead of letting her come undone under his long digits, he stopped moving his fingers and grumbled decisively, “Turn around!”
Malen’s breath hitched in her chest.
Sergio rarely used his commanding tone on her. But ay ama did it turn her on. She got wetter by the minute.
Although she wasn’t used to getting told what to do, she immediately did as he asked. After all, it was Sergio, and she meant it as she said she trusted him. Fully and completely.
Sergio’s hand found her breasts and the proud nipples of hers once again. He pinched them. Harder than he intended, but Malen’s groan let him know she still enjoyed it.
Standing behind the couch, he pressed his chest into her back, yearning for more body contact. His right hand found its way between her legs from behind, having finally the access he wanted, and he didn’t need to see where he was going. He could feel the soft flesh of her belly on the way.
Sergio felt her muscles contracting under his fingertips, concentrating on keeping an uphold position. Then he felt her pubic hair, leading the way to her greatest treasure. Her vulva.
Oh, how much he loved her vulva. Everything about it was perfect for him. The way she trimmed her hair, not too short, but the sides beautifully shaved. He found his way to her outer soft lips, securing her most vulnerable, sensitive body part. Dividing them, he was met with wetness immediately.
“You’re so wet,” he growled into her ear, pulling her earlobe between his lips, nipping at it. He had to restrict himself to not dry hump the damn sofa, he realized.
Malen wasn’t able to answer anything. She just grabbed his arms over her torso, trying to get a steady hold to not crumble down under the sensations he made her feel. She felt herself dripping right into the palm of his hand. Her eyes squeezed tightly together, trying to focus on her breathing to not suffocate on her own saliva, drooling like a madwoman.
“Oh my gosh, Sergio,” Malen moaned, “I’m so close,” she almost begged him without words to keep going.
“I need more,” he said.
“You need more?” Malen asked, almost perplexed, but definitely breathless.
“Yes, I need more access! Put your legs up the back of the couch,” Sergio ordered.
“What?” Now fully confused, Malen’s breath hitched a bit.
“Get on your elbows. Now.”
Oh dear, this was getting dirtier than Malen expected it to. But who was she to decline delicious pleasure? Especially involving herself.
With a little exercise, Malen found the position she thought Sergio wanted her in. She was now on all her fours, like doggy-style. But instead of being in the complete horizontal like on any straight surface, her ass proudly pointed to the roof. Directly into his face.
Right in that moment, Sergio overcame with desire to taste her instead of just fingering, like he had intended to with this kind of more access. But one didn’t mean he couldn’t do the other as well. He would so enjoy this. Just imagining finger fucking her while licking simultaneously made him almost forget himself and lose it after all.
But no, he still had plans. To be inside her. But first things first. He wanted to reciprocate the favor she had done him by edging him.
Finding his way with his fingers into her wonderful wet vagina, first one digit, then soon two, sliding in and out in a steady rhythm, he soon got himself on his knees to be with his face on the same level as her pussy.
Sergio didn’t waste a moment longer and started to lick her immediately. It earned him a loud moan.
Malen couldn’t believe her luck right now. Not many men went down on her. None of them ever tried to experiment with her, and this position itself was an experiment for her. She didn’t think she could desire Sergio, his tongue, his fingers and his ministrations more than in this moment right now.
“Ay, Sergio!” Malen’s moans became groans, louder and louder.
Feeling her getting close, Sergio retreated himself. His fingers left her vagina, his mouth only hovered over her entrance now.
“Fuck!” she spat out.
Sergio grinned to himself. He liked this reduced version of Malen. If it only felt half as good to her as it had to him, he had a very good imagination about the pleasure she must feel right now.
“Are you okay?” Sergio asked then.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Malen grumbled, almost sounding angry, at least annoyed by being interrupted on her way to a fantastic orgasm.
“Payback, maitia,” he grinned.
“Jodete”, she cursed him. It made him laugh out loud. “Please,” Malen added then, desperate to get more, to get his tongue back, his fingers, to get close to her orgasm, tumbling over the edge.
It was a magic word for Sergio. Even if he never would make her beg earnestly, he thought right now; he liked her being this despairing. Sergio enjoyed it immensely. He knew she wasn’t in pain. He knew she was safe. So this desperation of hers only turned him on.
The thought of not being able to get on with his torture much longer crossed his mind. But still, Sergio let his tongue once again flit over Malen’s entrance, pulling her lips into his mouth, nipping on them. He added again two fingers.
The walls of her vagina contracted around him, gripping his fingers in a vice like strength.
“Do you want to come?” He asked then, bluntly.
“Mesedez!” Malen almost screamed out by now.
Just shortly before she combusted, though, he pulled back once again.
“Sergio, I will kill you,” Malen threw him a dirty look over her shoulder, unbelieving he withdrew once again from her just short before coming. Her breathing was so rapid, she might pass out. Her heart pounding in her ears. Even he must be able to hear it.
“Not yet,” he answered, smirking once again, getting on his feet.
Without wasting another second, he grabbed his shaft at the base, still standing proudly, the whole time being eager to be involved again, and pushed in one swift motion inside her tight hole.
“Oh fuck,” Malen groan-sighed happily.
“Intending to”, was the last Sergio got out between already gritted teeth before starting to take Malen the way they both craved right now.
His pounding was fast, but smooth. Sergio took a speed which he knew would make him and Malen lose their minds completely soon enough.
He didn’t intend to only make her come in the fastest way. He had proved that the whole night already. But he knew he wouldn’t last much longer because of the edging she’d done to him earlier. His penis felt so damn sensitive, he was sure he would explode any moment now.
Malen constructed her muscles around his hard length in a steady rhythm by now. It brought her pleasure as well, tightening around him, feeling his glans pushing on her cervix. It was an incredible feeling, to be honest. If he’d be a little longer it might have hurt, but like this it was almost a caressing the tip of his penis did. It made her moan with a very long sigh.
Sergio felt his back prickle, the hair standing up, catching his sweat but not preventing it from rolling down over his ass, between his legs. Some of it going between both of them, making their encounter and genitals more slippery with each thrust.
But the wetness gave them both the friction they needed very much right now.
Groaning more, Malen pushed with each thrust of Sergio back into him. Trying to hold herself steady on one hand, the other wandering to her clitoris, stimulating herself. Rubbing harshly. She was this close.
“Please,” Malen let out between breaths.
Sergio grumbled an almost inaudible confirmation, nearly ramming into her from behind by now.
What kicked Malen over the edge though was the way Sergio leaned forward, catching her earlobe between his lips, nibbling on it, while simultaneously grabbing one boob, massaging it lovingly in stark contrast, to pushing away her own hand and taking over to rub her nub as fast and strong, without hurting her, as he could. It was a thin line, but he managed to keep pleasuring her.
Her fluids left her in a rush when the orgasm hit her. It blinded her sight for a moment, made her vision white, letting her see dancing stars in front of her when she was able to see colors again.
It was the most intense orgasm she had had in her life so far.
Her contractions and fluids making him sliding easier and even still a little faster (Sergio couldn’t believe that was possible) in and out of Malen, led him to topple over as well. He completely emptied himself inside her wet heat. Groaning at it, feeling to be the closest to any human he had never been before in his entire life.
“Oh my gosh”, Malen sighed when Sergio finally stilled inside her, his penis being spent, having given it all, returning to his daily, fragile, humble status.
He didn’t know what to answer, to be honest. If he would open his mouth right now, he would say things Malen didn’t want to hear. He would pour his heart out. Fucking hell, he loved this woman in front of him.
So instead of words, he let his actions speak. Fully pulling out of her, he went around the couch, caressing her back while doing so, never losing the physical contact, stopping next to her. Sergio sat down on the couch. Malen hadn’t moved yet, still kneeling. He wasn’t sure if her legs weren’t capable or if her brain hadn’t sent the signal to give in yet.
Sergio pulled Malen into his arms, slowly, sitting her carefully on his lap. Coming in touch still being naked like this did things to his heart he wanted to sing from the rooftop of her apartment building. But he wouldn’t. Because it would be a love declaration, after all.
So, despite feeling almost suffocated by his own feelings, Sergio held Malen lovingly in his arms, stroking her back up and down in a soothing way.
Kissing the side of her face, her ear, down to her jaw, up to her nose, Malen made the most adorable sounds. Almost like a purring cat. Damn, how much he loved this woman! He never wanted to let her go again.
He knew that was unreasonable. That they couldn’t live in each other’s arms. But it was a dream he had on a daily basis now. To spend all his free time with her. To spend the rest of his life with her. He was damn fucked.
Malen felt Sergio getting lost in his own thoughts, as he often did when they just had mind blowing sex. Or even when they didn’t and just watched a movie together, not going as far as tonight. He had drifted off many times.
And to be honest, the look he always wore when looking right at her in these moments scared the shit out of her. He looked smitten. And she really didn’t know how to handle that.
She had made it very clear from the beginning she wasn’t looking for more, forbid even looking for love. It wasn’t what she wanted. Or so she told herself on many occasions when he had that particular look in his eyes.
She didn’t need that. She didn’t need to rely on someone. She would get hurt again. That was an undeniable truth she had learned in her life. Whenever something very good happened to her, it didn’t take a lot of time to be destroyed again. She wouldn’t let this happen to herself again anytime soon. It was the one thing she promised herself.