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Enrique swings open the door with a tired smile on his face. His eyes twinkle when they see me, his arms reaching out to encage me in his grip before placing a sweet, chaste kiss on my cheek and allowing me to enter his house, "As always, you look ravishing,"

I resist the urge to roll my eyes at his compliment. I was literally in a pitch black trench coat and some matching black heels. He hadn't even seen my outfit yet.

However, I could see his, and he surely was a sight for sore eyes. I was pleased that he wasn't in his usual cladded attire— slacks and a dress shirt— because this only meant that he had some free time on his hands, as he had no intention of rushing to the hospital at last minute.

I had never seen Enrique in a turtle neck, and frankly, I never fantasized about him wearing one, after all, I would never wore any myself as they looked atrocious on me and on many people I've seen them on before.

Somehow, however, Enrique managed to pull off the look of a burgundy turtle neck and a casual pair of jeans. It didn't appear that much effort had to be put in on his hair as he had cut it and it was no longer hanging in front of his forehead but now resting comfortably on his head.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts as his hands make haste to remove the coat from my shoulders but I stop him hurriedly, "It's okay, I'm still kind of cold," I wave him off before placing my bag on the coffee table. And I was. 

His brows furrow before he shrugs, heading to the kitchen— expecting me to follow, which I do, "I hope you're hungry," We pass the nicely-set table on our way to the kitchen— candle-lit dinner, a single rose in a vase and two plates placed between an array of utensils. "Because I made quite the meal. Even dessert."

I bite my bottom lip, resisting the urge to tell him that I hoped he was hungry. As he turns to face the stove, bending over to take a dish from the oven, my fingers slowly move to untie the knot of my coat, shrugging it off of my shoulders so that it could hit the floor with a soft thud.

Enrique hears the sound, his eyes looking in my direction to see where it came from. 

Enrique stumbles as he looks at me for barely a second, the hot dish in his hand falling before he caught it quickly, a hissing sound passing his lips as it burns his wrist.

The look— what I hoped was a seductive one — faded from my face as I rushed to make a move towards Enrique's side and his nursing wrist. His other hand sticks out in his crumpled state, his voice booming as he speaks, "Stay the fuck over there," I'm momentarily surprised at the harsh tone he uses with me, my eyes watching confusedly as he angrily stands and throws the hot dish on the counter next to him, his body moving towards to sink to run water over his wound.

I stand there in the middle of the kitchen uncomfortably.

Wearing nothing but a faded red bra and underwear.

He continues as if I'm not there, letting the water run over the slightly red mark on his wrist as he murmurs curses and angry nothings under his breath that I'm not able to hear. I shift uncomfortably as he then proceeds to walk around the kitchen, switching all of the fires burning under pots and pans off as well as the oven.

Only when he strides towards me harshly like a man on a mission, do I catch the last of his sayings, "...trying to fucking kill me," The next thing I know was that his lips were over mine, not on but over mine. Rather than just focusing on one lip, Enrique's lips enclosed over both hungrily, his hands bruising the skin on my waist. 

My head dips back when he kisses me deeper, tongue prying my lips apart to dip his own deep inside of the open cavern and hands spinning us around until my bare back dug against the skin of the cold counter.

My lips part on their on record when Enrique drags his lips from my own and across my jaw to the shell of my ear, where he gently nibbles.

My hands dig into his clothed back, nails relentlessly clawing at the thick material of the turtle neck.

I pant harshly, needing not Enrique to help me on the counter as I do it myself to be on the same level with him, my hands moving from his back and to the short curls of his hair.

My bare flesh against the counter causes me to gasp— that along with the feeling of Enrique's fingertips as they glide softly and carefully up the dip of my back. I could only hope that his hands wouldn't travel further. No doubt that my skin was crushed against the counter and therefore the cellulite and fat against my skin that I was hoping to hide was very visible.

A free hand moves to slap harshly against the counter to lean back as Enrique reaches lower, my lips parting in angst and eyes following his actions as I await the path that his lips are going to next.

I scratch the smooth surface of the counter, my head tilting up to stare at the ceiling, stomach rising and fulling immensely after each harsh breath I take when I feel Enrique's lips move lower and lower until they're settled on my stomach, his bare tongue swiping against my navel and down between my legs.

A moan finally leaves my parted lips as I point my feet and spread my legs wider apart when I feel Enrique's warm breath enclosed over the fabric of my lace underwear.

My legs rise off of the counter on their own record, thighs finally closing tighter around Enrique's head when I feel his tongue lay flat against the material. His hands then follow the length down my legs to unhook the heels from my feet before removing them and allowing them to fall to the floor.

My back arches almost to that of a contortionist, eyelids fluttering close. I bite down on my lip before quickly pulling Enrique's head from between my legs and back to my lips as my hands work to remove his clothing.

He soon gets the urgency of my actions and make haste to pull the sleeve of his left hand out from its space and soon, the entire material over his head.

I nearly moan at the sight of his bare chest, and Enrique notices it, hence the small teasing smile on his face before he places soft lips over mine again, bundling the strands of my blonde hair in his fist and using it to maneuver my head to the side to kiss me deeper.

In the mist of Enrique's vigorous touching and kissing, I'm caught off-guard as he suddenly slides me closer to the edge of the counter so that I'm pressed against him and my center is directly above his hardened shaft.

In sensual, slow movements, his hips surge forward in rhythmic motions against mine until he's literally riding his body against me and kissing me at the same time.

To enhance the sensation, Enrique takes both of his hands to loop both legs around him to bring me even closer to his body, the heels of my foot digging into his jeans-cladded ass.

"Enrique," I couldn't resist his name from falling from my lips, my body rocking against him in the same swift motions. Something about there still being a barrier of material between us seems to please me even more  than I had ever anticipated.

"I know, baby, I know," Came the disgruntled groan at the back of his throat, one hand holding both of my feet secure around his waist and the next gripping harshly down against my waist.

We continue our movements, the look of pure euphoria on Enrique's face only heightening my own pleasure.

His movements begin to grow faster— sloppier and nonrhythmic until he possessed no periodicity. His head lulls back, his teeth sinks down harshly on his bottom lip, his Adam's apple bobs up and down, his eyes flutter closer, his grip grows tighter on my body and his lips part in unsaid rapture.

We were so close—we both were, and I knew that it took everything in Enrique's body to abruptly pull away from mine. We both didn't want it to end so soon and simple, we craved more and we both knew it.

So that was why when Enrique suddenly untangled his body from mine, I made no objection, simply hung my head low and tried to catch my breath.

In a ragged whisper, "Upstairs,"

Enrique licked his moist, swollen lips that were so from our kissing and his lip-biting.

Enrique shook his head as if he hadn't even thought of considering the idea. He does this as his hands move to the belt in his jeans, unbuckling and unclipping it along with the button.

"No," Is all he says before he unzips his pants, my eyes widening as I'm allowed to see the way it hangs lowly on his hips and the way a patch of hair directly below his pelvis is now in the line of sight.

He suddenly grabs me from under my thighs and lifts me from the counter, his form walking swiftly towards the way we came; out of the kitchen.

"Enrique what—" A startled sound, almost that of a squeak, leaves my mouth when Enrique finally reaches the nicely-set dining table, swiping a free hand directly across the table in one swift movement so that all of the cutlery and dishes, along with the kitchen cloth are now on the floor with a loud crashing sound. 

I stare face-to-face at Enrique's face in shock, his other hand still supporting my weight by holding me tightly under my thighs.

He doesn't return back my stare. Instead he practically throws me on the now bare table, his body following directly above mine and softening the blow with a hand on my lower back and the next behind my head.ⁿ

My eyes widen as I stare up at him above me, my breathing labored as I watch how dark his eyes had become and how his pupils had dilated. His lips come down on mine in a quick motion, a free hand moving to slowly lower the straps of my bra from my shoulders.

I barely get to respond, my mind occupied with how this damn table would be able to occupy my weight, much less Enrique's two hundred pounds of pure muscles. My mind is somehow settled as I remember the architecture of the table and its size. Eh, we should be fine.

Both of the straps to my bra are now down, but the paddings were still covering the soft mounds of my breasts and nipples. My back arches off the table when I feel his hands snaking around behind towards the arch of my back, mouth falling open.

Enrique flicks the hook of my bra open, fully taking it off and throwing it on the floor with the broken dishes. Thank God he didn't rip it because it costed me a pretty penny.

When Enrique slowly pulls away from my lips to look down at my free breasts, his hands fondling the globes, my lips part as I stare at his face. As his eyes look back up to meet my own, I can't stop the words from tumbling from my lips, "What are you going to do to me?" It was a breathless whisper, like a secret.

Enrique blinks down at me, his eyes searching all over my face, "Close your eyes," He says softly. Only another second passed, before I listened to his request and closed my eyes slowly, adjusting my body on the smooth surface of the laminate beneath my back. I could still feel Enrique directly above me, his eyes still looking at my face. "You're going to keep them closed for me, yes?" His breath fanned my face. It probably always had before, but I was only now noticing as my eyes were closed, and I was now forced to rely on my other senses.

I nod my head leisurely, finally feeling the weight of his body leave mine, leaving me bare and exposed, my left foot now bent and pointed towards the ceiling and the other still parallel with the table.

I'm tempted to open my eyes just before I feel Enrique's warmth next to me again. I feel my breathing increase in anticipation. He wasn't speaking, he wasn't moving, he was just standing right above me and from what I assume, watching me.

I let out a deep shiver as I suddenly feel the back of Enrique's fingers against the skin of me— slowly, painstakingly brushing his knuckles down my cheek just as an artist would do to his canvas. His touch moves down my neck and over my breasts as he purposely avoids my nipples, and lastly down my stomach and between my legs where he cups my sex gently. 

My lips part on their on record, my body jerking upwards. 

The sensation was gone just as fast as it came since his hand travelled with the same leisure upwards the same path it came. 

It was only for a split second before I felt his touch leave my body again before it was replaced with something a tad but colder. My eyebrows furrow as I feel it pass over my stomach and up to my face, the unknown object circling the circumference of my lips.

I finally hear his command, "Open your mouth," His voice was stronger than it was just a minute ago but still soft, and it caused me to jump slightly as it cut through the silence. In reluctance and with eyes still closed, I find myself parting my lips slowly before feeling the object being placed between my teeth. 

It was soft, and as I lightly ran my tongue over its texture, it felt like a strawberry, but as I was only allowed half into my mouth, I couldn't be too sure. Enrique speaks again as his hands brushed back the strands of hair from my face, the darkness that I could see almost seeming to grow darker as I feel him hover over me, his finger running softly over my lips which were enclosed around the fruit, "Don't eat it," He murmurs. "Leave it right there."

I'm tempted to disobey his orders but refrain. I couldn't even say anything anymore as the strawberry was between my lips, and I could also only see darkness. Enrique ridded me of both of these privileges, although not the way that I would have expected him to.

He could have easily tied a cloth around my eyes, easily tied one around my mouth, but instead he asked me to close my eyes, which I could easily open at anytime— asked me not to move the strawberry and thus prohibiting me from speak even though I could also disobey this order as well. It was almost as if he was leaving the choice up to me, the choice of disobeying his orders.

His lips came back on my skin; I could recognize the softness of them anywhere. But this time, they started at the soles of my feet, his hands taking the limb in them as if it was the most delicate thing ever, lips dragging across the integument slowly and carefully.

Up, up, up they drag their way up until they're no longer kissing at my skin, just touching— touching like a gentle caress. Seemingly reaching its destination, and ensuring to avoid the most sensitive parts of my body, Enrique's lips finally make it to my own again, a groan leaving the back of my throat when he places them above my own, his teeth clawing down on the piece of the strawberry that was not in my mouth, allowing the other half to completely fall into my mouth as he kisses me harshly.

I begin to chew as he pulls away, a giggle passing my lips as I swallow, and lick my lips clean. 

"You like that?" Enrique's voice sounded amused. I could also hear him chewing the other piece softly. With eyes still closed, I nod my head cheekily, tongue between my teeth as I try to stifle another laugh. "Good, because I'm not finished yet,"

My lips form in the shape of an 'O', a corresponding sound leaving them as I teasingly make my body more comfortable, ready for what's to come, "Can I open my eyes?"

Enrique's silent, almost as if he's thinking, "Do you want to?" 

I shake my head, biting my lip to suppress a smile, "Not really, no,"

"Then there's the answer to your question," He mumbles.

I hum, keeping my eyes closed as I hear rustling around me. Enrique finally comes back over from what I gathered. I open my mouth to speak again, but a gasp falls from my lips when I feel a cold substance on my stomach.

The flesh over the area heaves upward and downwards, my eyebrows furrowing at the zigzag motion that I feel as it is applied.

I don't even get to ask Enrique what it was before I feel his bare tongue begin to lap it up, dragging the fleshy muscle directly over whatever it was on my stomach in the same motion that he placed it.

My hand flies to his hair, a laugh bubbling in my throat as I arch my back, "Do I wanna know what that is you draped all over me?" I ask breathlessly.

I feel his tongue pause on me for a short moment before he answers, "Let's just say I decided to start with dessert first tonight," I bite my lip to suppress another smile. "But tell you what," I could hear him stand up straight. "I'll give you one guess on what it was— guess right, and you'll get rewarded."

I hum, intrigued by his proposal, "And if I guess wrong?"

I feel his fingertips come back to run softly all over my body, "Simple, you don't get the reward, that's enough punishment as it is,"

I play into his game, raising a pointed foot to rub my toes up and down to sweep against the foot parallel to the table. I could feel his eyes following the action, "Do I get a hint?" My voice almost sounded seductive.

I feel his breath against my ear before  I feel one long swipe of his tongue at the side of my face next to my ear before he bites on the shell, "Let's just say again, that it tastes really good on you,"

I turn my face towards him, eyes still closed but aware of the proximity between our bodies, "Now that's not fair because something tells me that you'd think everything tastes good on me," The corner of my lips quirk up at the corners, the red application of lipstick moving with them.

"Touche," Is what his low voice rumbles. "How about..." Silence before his bare tongue was stuck into my mouth for one, two seconds, "There's your hint,"

My lips pout tauntingly, "You're being unfair, Enrique," I taunt playfully. 

How was I suppose to taste anything from that? 

"Time's ticking, baby," I finally hear him move away from me.

I take a deep breath, licking my lips to try to get a taste but coming up with nothing. I smell the air, even hoping to get a glimpse of a familiar smile, but still nothing. I try to remember the texture of it as it was draped over my skin, and come up with a little something.

My thoughts swarm, a few guesses coming to my head.

I take a large gulp before, "Is it... caramel?" 

Enrique begins tutting his tongue, clicking it against the roof of his mouth before I hear his hands engage in a slow applaud. 

A large smile spreads across my face which doesn't last long. His applause stops abruptly, "Wrong," I could hear the sinister tone in his voice. "It was chocolate,"

My fists clench at the side. Chocolate was my first guess, but I disregarded it because Enrique wasn't a fan of it. Caramel was a tough shot, saying as how it's texture was thicker, but it was the only other plausible response.

My lips begin to sputter, my voice rising a pitch, "You don't even like melted chocolate! What the hell was it doing in your fridge? That's cheating," A boisterous laugh he releases.

"Hey, I never said anything about it can't being something that I disliked. You liked it, thought you'd want some on your ice cream, but I guess I got some on my Demiah Sundae before you could give it a try," I huff at his explanation.

"Well, are you going to at least tell me what this great reward is that I'm missing out on?" I ask impatiently.

He hums, "I was, but I feel it'd eat you alive if I don't. Adds to the punishment," He snickers.

As I'm about to voice more of my distaste, a knock sounds at the door. 

My eyes snap open faster than you can say 'Sweet Home Alabama', my form sitting up straight on the table, my eyes zooming down on the little remnants of melted chocolate on my stomach.

I look in Enrique, my eyes involuntarily training on his ripped torso, and more than impressive sex tool, jeans long removed. I didn't even hear when he took those off. I could see the sweat dripping for his forehead as he pushed his hair back, but quickly snapped out of my state of mind when I remembered the situation.

My voice comes out in a harsh whisper, a hand flying to my exposed chest even knowing that only Enrique could see me, "Who the hell is that?"

Enrique's eyes looked between me and the door, his head rolling back as recognition crosses his features, "Shit, I forgot that I asked Conchita to come over and clean up after us," I looked at him with a horror-stricken face. He realizes and so he clarifies, "God, Demiah, not after us, I mean the dishes and the kitchen," I release a breath I didn't know I as holding when thinking about Conchita being aware of our activities.

He stokes towards the door, shaking his head at his forgetfulness just before I jump off the table as if my life depended on and whisper-shouted, "Enrique, you're naked!"

He stops and looks down as if now realizing his nakedness, his bottom lip protruding as if he thought about it for a moment, and then suddenly agreed that maybe it was a good idea to cover himself up, "Right," He murmurs.

In one swift motion, he walks back over to my direction, his eyes focused on the mess of broken dishes on the floor. Just as fast, his manhood moving in every direction he turns, he pulls out the table cloth that was on the table so perfectly that the cracked dishes on the floor were barely disturbed, wrapping said cloth around his waist.

I look to the very visible print that his very erect shaft makes through the material of the cloth before he walks to the door like a man on a mission, material dragging behind him like how a wedding dress would for a bride.

My feet pad softly so that I could see the interaction, my eyes watching as Enrique opens the door, his hand holding loosely on the cloth, so loosely that I could see the top of his very toned ass. his lower body was out of vision from Conchita from what I could see, so that only his ripped chest was for her view.

I could barely hear anything due to the distance, but what I did hear was in Spanish, or Italian, I wasn't sure since Enrique spoke both. Trilingual hunk.

What I did hear however, was, "Good evening, Demiah!" Shouted Conchita in her heavy accent. 

I pause, my cheeks heating as I think about her knowing what was going on on the other side of the door, responding back, "Have a nice day!"

I shake my head, going back to the center of the table and jumping on it, lapping my legs one over the other and freeing my hand from my breasts. I look around my immediate surroundings, taking the bowl of cherries and popping them in my mouth boredly. 

I hunch over, continuing to survey the mess that Enrique and I surely would have a field day tidying up later on.

I look up when I see Enrique return, his hands letting loose of the material that was around his waist, providing me with the perfect sight of all of him. I straighten when he comes to stand in front of me, his hands caressing my legs, "What did you tell her?"

He hums as I push one of the cherries by his lips, which he takes, "Just that her services weren't needed this evening and that you were here," He explains. "Then I proceeded to wiggle my eyebrows suggestively," He shrugs.

A smile cracks on my lips, shaking my head in amusement. 

"Ah, where were we?" His lips quirk up at the corner.

"Well, I believe you were just about to tell me what the reward was that I was miserably denied of," I quip, a seductive smile on my lips as I lean forward towards his face.

He hums and shakes his head when he catches me in my lie, "Nice try," He closes the distance between us and covers his lips over mine in a slow sensual kiss, tongue poking slowly in and out of my mouth. He pulls away just as slow, "But are you really that eager to know?"

I wrap my arms around his neck, "Yes, actually, I would,"

He stares at my face as if wondering if he should let me in on the secret. I hold his stare, watching as his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip. He not-so-suddenly reaches behind him, and brings forward a spray can which I only realize is whip cream when I read the label. 

He shakes it fervently, pushing the tip at my lips. I look at it skeptically, lolling out my tongue so that he could whiz some out on it, which he does. As I absorb the flavor, I watch him do the same for himself, the comment flying from my mouth before I could stop it, "Something tells me you weren't just planning to have dinner tonight." I say as I think of all the food related things that he abused my body with.

"That really was the plan, honest," He smiles brightly, staring up in my eyes as he shakes the can again and proceeds to whiz some whip cream on both of my breasts so that the white coating was only covering my nipples.

Still staring at me, he bends down and licks both of them clean, my hands flying to his hair and head craning back as I arch my back. I moan out, "You'll leave me all sticky," I complain.

He laughs, straightening his back, "Don't worry, I plan on licking every—" He bends down to lick everything clean, his saliva all over my nipples, "—last drop." He continues to spray whip cream down my stomach and legs before cleaning it all up with his tongue. He stops when he's on his knees and at my right thigh, "About that reward," He suddenly brings up. I release a sound to let him know that I was listening, eyes closed and back arched as his lips land back on my skin, speaking between licks and kisses, "What would you say if I—" Kiss. "— can make you cum..." His hands drag down the length of my thigh down to my feet and then back up to play with the red lace underwear that was still adorned on my body, "—without touching anything under this underwear."

My eyes snap open, my hands reaching to pull his body from his knees so that he is now above me and staring down at me from my position of being seated on the table.

Lust temporarily aside and clouded with curiosity, I can't help but asks, "So you're saying... you can make me cum without touching—" He cuts me off, hands trapping my body so that I have to lean back slightly as he comes forward.

"Without touching your cunt, yes. Anything that this covers to be precise," His fingers hook between the lace underwear before snapping it against my skin. His eyes then slowly travel towards my exposed breasts, "I'd say these too, but that may just be me being a little too over-confident," He snickers at himself.

I wave him off by fanning a hand between our bodies, my mind still not at all caught up with the situation, "Wait, let me get this straight," He looks amused at my confusion, "You're saying... you can make me orgasm just by what— kissing me and touching my stomach, arms, legs, face," I stop myself from reciting the other parts of the human body that weren't my ass and pussy.

He stares at me, head tilting to the side in modest agreement, "Yes, you could say, I guess, although it's a bit more complex than that."

I stare at him blankly before a laugh bubbles from my throat, head throwing back in laughter, "I call bluff," I say as I trail my hands down his arms.

He pouts teasingly, "You doubt me,"

I nod before placing a condescending kiss on his lips as if comforting him, "Don't you?" I snicker.

He rolls his eyes, not at all moved from my teasing him, "I'm confident in my abilities."

My hands drop from around his neck, the smile slowly falling from my lips, "You sound like you speak from experience, has it ever happened before?" I question, anxious to hear his answer although I know that I shouldn't be. It's just that the activity seemed more sensual and intimate than sex itself.

He shakes his head, catching on, "No, it hasn't, Demiah, it's not something that just runs across my mind," He rolls his eyes again, hands tightening on the table that he's trapping me on, "And as I said before, it's more than just touching, it's more... cognitive,"

I rake my brain, "Cognitive?" I parrot.

He strokes my hair behind my ear almost lovingly as he watches me, "Yes, I'll explain in due time. I'm actually kind of happy you didn't guess right today since it would've been harder based on our previous sex experiences with each other,"

I stare at him with pinched eyebrows, letting him know that I didn't quite catch his drift, "You're losing me."

He stares up at the ceiling briefly as if thinking how to explain it simply, "Cognitive; it's like, for it to happen, it'd be easier if we'd had more sexual encounters, you know?" Two of his fingers stroke my chin, "Then I could cash in on those, it'd help the process, reminiscing,"

I take a deep, calming breath, "Okay, okay," I start. "So, you'd like, make me think back to times like this where we had sexual encounters to what... stimulate me?" I finish. "Sounds like a lab experiment— what—are you going to stick electrodes on me too?" 

A laugh bubbles from his throat, "I promise it's not as much effort as it sounds, well, at least for you,"

I nod my head in understanding, "I think I got it. Great, when do we start?" I smile up at him cheekily.

He slackens my arms from around his neck, "Whoa, slow down there, partner," He imitates a Southern drawl. "How about we concentrate on trying to get you to cum with my dick inside of you, hm?"

I part my lips in protest, excited at the prospect of his former proposed idea but the words passing my lips suddenly change when I feel him pushing the material of my underwear to the side and massaging too fingers against my entrance, "Well..."
My lips take the shape of an 'O', "That idea doesn't sound too bad..." 

A hum, "Yeah, I thought so."

I lean my hands back on the table to balance myself when his lips land in the crook of his neck, legs parting on their own when I feel his member prodding and poking at my entrance, his hand moving the tip of his shaft in circles.

I whine but it quickly turns into a moan when Enrique pushes into me harshly, my head lolling back and eyes watering as I lean forward and clutch unto his body, the heels of my feet digging into his backside.

His teeth sink down on the skin of my neck at the protrusion, my pussy clenching and unclenching around him. 

"Cut me some slack, baby," He whispers teasingly in my ear, voice hoarse.

"I would if you weren't so fucking big," I whisper back in his, a breathy and tired laugh hitting against his ear.

His eyes fly to my ass, pulling me closer to him as he pulls his head from my neck, "Hm, I love it when you talk dirty," His voice was teasing, knowing that my words were anything but— just plain facts.

Staring into my eyes, he tightens his grips on me, encouraging me to do the same. Pulling out of me, he slams back in, causing my lips to part and eyes to roll to the back of my head as I slump forward. 

With a forceful grip, he pulls my chin from his shoulder so that it's directly in front of him, two fingers point at my tired eyes and then at his determined ones, "Eyes here,"

I nod my head in a trance, hair sticking to my head from the excessive sweat that I'm producing.

I lick my dry lips, watching as sweat also drips from his forehead. We keep each others stare as he continues to harshly move into me, our faces mere inches apart.

Our lips part against each other but we don't kiss, we just exchange breaths as my body begins to bounce on the table due to the hard movements of Enrique's thrusts.

Enrique's eyes begin to droop, growing darker upon my stare. As if my stare was too much for him— as if he could cum from simply staring into my eyes but wanting to prolong it for much longer— he is the one who breaks our stare, turning his head to the side to avoid my gaze and instead dropping his head to look at where we connected against each other, and then to rest against my shoulder.

I pull him up by his hair so that we were face to face again, and with a breathless whisper, mimicking his movements from earlier before, "Eyes here, remember?"

His tongue darts from his mouth, but it doesn't make the familiar movement of sweeping across his lips, but instead, his mouth stays open as if he he was thirsty and craving even a tinniest bit of water.

"That's it," I encourage, matching my hip movements against his.

Enrique's muscled arm snaps up to land on my cheek, gripping the flesh tightly as he holds it and brings it to lean upon his forehead, the thumb of his free hand moving between us to rub ny clit.

My breathing increases and a moan slips pass my lips when he finally increases the pace of his hips, now moving hard and fast.

His lips tilt over mine, but due to our fast movements, their never able to stay locked against each other, so we settle on lips brushing against each other sloppily like wild, horny teenagers.

I feel him tighten his grip on my face, closing his eyes tightly before a loud scream sounds in the atmosphere, ripping through the sounds of sweaty, slick skin rubbing over each other and the rocking of the table.

It was only when the gut-wrenching scream was over, did I realize that it came from me, and that my nails were digging into the back of Enrique's neck as the orgasm ripples through my being.

I nearly slump against Enrique's form, but seeing as how he hadn't reached his own orgasm yet, I hold on just a bit longer as he uses my body to rip his own high from the depths of his being.

It didn't even take a full minute before I feel him thrusts into me one last time and he removes the hand from my cheek to clutch unto the table that I'm on as his jaw locks down, teeth gritting together.

Exhausted, I droop against Enrique's body as he does against mine. We stayed like this for I'm not even sure how long before I ask, "This cognitive thingy majiggy you were talking about earlier..." I pant, "Will it feel as good as this?"

He lifts his body from mine, a tired chuckle leaving his body, "Who knows, maybe better."

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This chapter was kinda smutty... but they talked alot, I don't know... I like talking :)