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Raquel looks at him over the table while he's sipping at his coffee. He's reading a book about architecture that lies in front of him. He turns the page he finished reading, his finger from his other hand lightly tapping on the wooden table. She loves to watch him when he's unaware of her gaze.
He's a fascinating man, she realized that about him right from the start. He likes to keep himself in check, likes to have control about everything he does and says. But he never tries to control her and that is something she will be forever grateful to him.
“I would love to watch you someday.” she tells him.
“Doing what exactly?” he asks absently, his eyes still on the book before him. He takes another sip of his coffee.
“Touching yourself.” she says bluntly.
He almost chokes on his drink and she has to suppress a laugh at his reaction. It's so easy to break his control, she thinks.
“I beg your pardon?” he asks, his voice a little higher than usually.
“I would love to watch you touch yourself.” she tells him again a little louder.
“Raquel, your mother and Paula-”
“Are long gone to the beach, relax.” she says amused. “So?
“I do no such thing as masturbating, Raquel.” he whispers.
She raises an eyebrow at him “Oh please, of course you do. Everybody does.”
“No, no not everybody. And definitely not me.” he presses out stiffly and he looks like he wishes to be swallowed by his book right now.
“Well, I do.”
“Wait, what? Why?” he looks up at her with an somewhat alarmed expression, but before she gets the chance to answer his question Paula is running towards them.
“Mommy, mommy! Look what I found.”
They aren't alone again for the rest of the day, so right now he is impatiently waiting for Raquel to get Paula ready for bed and join him in the bedroom to get his answer.
The door opens and Raquel is entering, getting under the sheets next to him. He immediately turns towards her.
“What?” she asks after feeling his eyes bore into her.
“Why are you doing 'it'? And when?” he asks desperately.
“Ah so you don't want to tell me but you want me to tell you?” she grins at him.
“There's nothing to tell because I don't do 'it', okay?” he tells her.
“Why are you saying 'it' like it's a bad thing?” she almost laughs at his weird behavior.
“Well maybe because it is a bad thing when your partner tells you, she has to masturbate because she isn't satisfied.” he states.
“You're aware that you give me more than one orgasm in a row most of the time, right?”
“Yes, I'm well aware. I'm not deaf.” he grins and the playful slap he gets on his shoulder for that comment is probably well deserved, he thinks.
“Sometimes I'm just turned on by something you do or the way your shirt hangs open a little bit too much but there's is no time to drag you into the bedroom because of Paula or my mother. So it's just a quick tension relieve for me until I can have you later that day.” she explains to him.
“But when?”
“Most of the time I'm doing it in the shower.”
“Oh god.” he groans, “Please don't ever tell me you're about to take a shower again in the middle of the day when I can't join you.”
She giggles at his desperate plead.
“So, your turn.” she waits expectantly.
“I already told you I didn't do anything since you're with me. Really.” he tells her honestly.
“Ah so what about the year before I came here?”
He fumbles nervously with the sheet around his waist, his eyes shut in clear distress. “Raquel, please.”
She can see his discomfort and she wonders what's the cause of it. She touches his chin to make him look at her.
“You don't have to tell me if this makes you uncomfortable. But I want you to know I won't ever judge you about something like that, because there is nothing wrong about finding pleasure like that.”
He nods in silence but it's obvious to her that he doesn't want go on with this conversation. So she lifts his chin gently, turning his head towards her and gives him a soft kiss.
“Why don't we get some sleep? I'm afraid Paula will be awake at an ungodly hour again tomorrow.”
She cuddles into his side and is almost asleep when his voice makes it's way through the darkness.
“It felt wrong to me at the time.”
“What?” Raquel whispers.
“Thinking of you while... you know... masturbating. It just felt wrong. But I did it.”
Raquel stiffens at his words and she tries to cover it by shifting in his arms. His words stung because why did it feel wrong to him? There is nothing wrong with it unless....he was with another woman at that time. That would mean he lied to her about their time apart and her heart sunk. She rolls onto her back, suddenly feeling much too vulnerable in his arms.
“I just thought it wasn't my place at that time to think of you like that. We never defined what we were back in Madrid and when you didn't show up here in Palawan I thought you're decision was clear. So how can I say it's right to think of you in the most intimate way and not feel ashamed about it?” he confesses.
Hearing his confession she suddenly cursed herself for jumping to conclusions based on her own insecurities. Actually she curses her shitty ex-husband for still making her doubt this man beside her. She scoots closer to him again, taking his face in both hands and kisses him.
“You...” she starts before pressing her lips onto his once more, “are the kindest and most considerate man I know, Sergio Marquina. I told you there is nothing wrong about finding pleasure like that. Not now and not the time we were apart.”
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It's about a week later when the topic comes up again. She tried to forget about it, not wanting to make a big deal, mostly because he seemed so uncomfortable about it and that is the last thing she wants.
And it's not her who brings it back up as they lie in the aftermath of making love. It's him.
“What if you don't like it?” he asks, his voice still a bit raspy.
“Mmh?” she hums against his chest.
“Watching me, I mean. What if you see something you don't like?”
She pushes herself up a little to look at him.
“I will like it, believe me.” she tells him sincerely.
“How can you be sure?” he looks at her now.
“Because...” she kisses his sternum lightly “I've already seen a preview and I loved it.”
“Did you... did you dream about me masturbating?” he asks a little shocked.
“No.” She laughs at his adorable reaction. “I don't think you're aware of it but sometimes you're stroking yourself when we're about to make love. Just a few pumps right before you push into me, nothing more.”
He grimaces lightly at her description. “I can't really imagine how this is something worth watching.”
“You have no idea how worthy.” she purrs.
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Her back hits the wall with a loud thud, trapped between him and said wall, legs wrapped around his waist pulling him close while his lips are closing around her nipple. The dress she wore only seconds ago was lost somewhere on the way from the living room to their bedroom.
A hiss escapes her lips as he bites down on her nub, only to swirl his hot tongue around it. One of his hands snugs into her panties finding her clit immediately, his slow circles an exquisite torture which makes her moan.
She grabs his head, pulling him up to crash her lips against his while his finger dips into her wetness to smear her juices back over her clit. He presses down on her bundle of nerves and she bucks against his hand.
“Fuck Sergio.” she curses at his ministrations.
He stays on her clit for a while, his rhythm just perfect, driving her slowly insane with his talented fingers. Her moans fill the room, encouraging him to fasten his pace. Just as she's about to climb up towards her peak he abandons her sensitive nub and pushes two of his thick fingers inside her.
She pants against his lips, into his mouth and he pumps in and out of her.
She loves his fingers and he has proven his talent many times, always leaving her breathless after playing her expertly. But as much as she loves this, two fingers just aren't enough.
“One more.” she whispers against his beard, “Please.” And she swears she can feel him smile, but she doesn't care, has long stopped caring about what he must think of her when she shows herself this needy. Because he always gives her what she wants, what she needs, he gives it to her so willingly without making her feel embarrassed afterwards.
After a few more pumps he enters a third finger inside her and she moans lustfully at being stretched so deliciously. Sergio continues to slide in and out of her, meanwhile latching his lips against her neck. He licks over her pulse point, sucking on her soft skin lightly.
He slowly stills, electing a low moan from her. His fingers still inside her, she bucks against his hand, rotating her hips and with her own movements her clit is rubbing against his hand, creating a friction which just feels divine and causes her to bite down on her bottom lip.
He lets her move on her own accord, just curling his fingers a little inside her and she starts to fasten up her pace, clutching at his head to bring his lips back to hers. He kisses her relentlessly, his mouth open, letting her tongue past his lips.
She can feel the familiar tingle inside her, the feeling slowly getting hotter and hotter but he doesn't get it and starts to withdraw his hand. Her eyes shoot open and she grabs his hand aggressively, holding him in place to stop him from that stupid stupid idea of moving his hand anywhere. She finds him looking at her in awe and wonderment because he probably doesn't expect her to come like that, by literally fucking his hand. But she does, after moving against his hand one more time she stops breathing at all, her mouth opens but no sound escapes her lips and she can feel her whole body spasm with a powerful orgasm.
He lets her ride it out, clearly enjoying how she lost control in such a short time. Her inner walls are clenching around his fingers over and over and as the feeling slowly subsides a heavy breath escapes her lips.
The grip on his wrist still brutally tight he waits for her to come back down, waits for her walls to stop pulsing around his digits and when she finally lets go of his hand a soft chuckle tumbles from her mouth.
“God Raquel...that was...” he drifts off.
“Unexpected?” she jokes.
“I was going to say fucking hot.” Sergio says and his voice, so full of desire makes her clench around him once more.
She untangles her legs from around his hips, his hand, still buried inside her until now slowly slipping out and she guides his fingers to her mouth, a wicked smile on her face.
He swallows dry as she licks each finger clean, making sure to leave no traces of her essences on him. He would have been a bit regretful not having the chance to taste her but the sight of her licking his fingers and the knowledge of her tasting her own fluid is more than worth it.
When she is done he chases after her lips, his tongue immediately seeking out her mouth hungrily to get his own taste of her arousal.
They are tumbling backwards towards the bed, loosing their clothes along the way. Her hand seeks out his erection as soon as hes completely naked and when the back of her legs hit the mattress she sits down in front him and takes him into her mouth.
A low groan escapes him at the feeling of her wet tongue swirling around his head and she takes her sweet time torturing him with her talented mouth.
After kissing his tip, she releases him and slowly crawls backwards onto the bed, her open legs a clear invitation for him to join her. He hovers above her and as he settles down to kiss her mouth her eyes grow dark, her lips parting and her breathing irregular. He assumes she is probably anticipating on whats to come but when he follows her gaze down between their bodies he realizes he is stroking himself absently.
He stops his movements, but his hand stays around his member and he looks back up into her eyes and he has never seen them more full of desire than in this moment. His heart is thrumming inside his chest, out of nervousness or pure hunger he can't tell. He moves his hand slowly up, his tip disappearing into his palm and he swears he can hear her whimper a small “yes.”
His eyes are fixed on hers and the pure want they are reflecting at his actions spurs him on, and he tightens his grip around himself, moving up an down.
Her legs are still wide open and he can feel her heat radiating from between them, he is so close to her wetness so he brings his cock up to her sex, letting it slip up and down against her without entering her, coating himself with her arousal. They both moan at the bold move and it takes everything for him not to pound into her right now. But he resists, only god knows how, but he does, using her arousal as a lubrican now to move his hand more easily over his shaft.
He feels safe like this, not totally on display but close to her to feel her want and desire to the fullest. She licks her lips, her eyes never leaving his erection and to his surprise he can see her hand wandering towards her breast, cupping it and pinching her nipple.
He pants heavily at the sight before him, his movements getting faster at her actions. She gropes her breast and her other hand slowly makes it's way down between them, between her own legs, touching herself.
“God, Raquel.” he pants and has to rest his forehead against hers to regain back some control again.
She abandons her breast to move her hand around the back of his neck, holding him there, her breath hot and wet against his face. She speeds up her movements on her clit, her moans loud and he feels himself moving closer to the edge.
“Raquel...?” he tries to warn and ask her at the same time if it's okay, if this is what she wants, if she wants it to come to an end like this.
She grips the back of his neck harder, her nails digging into his skin.
“Don't stop, don't stop.” she pants over and over and he doesn't. He continues to pump his cock, tightens his grip once more, moving faster and faster and the fact that she is encouraging him to let go makes him fall over the edge finally. He can't remember ever coming this hard by his own ministrations and he is almost embarrassed on how hard he shoots his cum onto her, on her belly and her soft breasts.
He almost wants to apologize for the mess he made, covering her with his semen but it seems she doesn't care at all, even enjoys it actually, smearing his fluid over her breast in ecstasy and she soon follows him, arching her back off the bed as her orgasm washes over her.
They both are out of breath, trying to soothe their beating hearts and he is glad he can't speak right now, still trying to process what just got into him.
“Now that was fucking hot.” she tells him, sensing somehow that he needs a little encouragement after this. In the throws of passion there are sometimes things you say or do you feel embarrassed about afterwards. But she doesn't want him to feel like he has to hide or suppress anything when he is with her. She wants him to feel safe, to feel he can give or take everything he wants.
“Yeah?” he asks shyly.
She nods, kissing him softly, lingering on his lips.
“I told you I would like it.”
She pecks him on the lips once more before climbing out of bed, tugging him along with her towards the shower where he brings her over the edge a third time.