Ennah

Sentisse, 66 years after the Rise

I don't see Amador right away, and my heart flutters as I realize he's hiding himself pretty well just in case Uncle Aniol makes an unexpected appearance here. The arousal already awakened by our entanglement near the glass pit now gains more momentum now that I have to go look for him, like a sort of grown-up hide-and-seek. The idea that we'll do it somewhere we haven't been before, almost out in the open… If I could fall prey to gravity, who knows if my knees would actually have buckled. And I know it shouldn’t be here, that I shouldn’t want this. Not when Aunt Carme is ill, and not even if she weren’t because what we’re about to do is beyond risky and bold, but… I can’t deny how much I want this, how much I need this distraction, how much I need Amador’s hands on my body so that at least one aspect of my life is normal and good. I reach for the buttons at the hem of my dress, undoing them so he can have his way with me.

A shiver runs down my spine as I think about what Amador will do with his fingertips, but I’ll have to find him first.

It was a good call to try this unit. There’s stuff everywhere. Old barrels and big bags of dried manure — thankfully past the state of smelling — are stacked all around the floor, making for various spots to keep ourselves from being spotted.

I wonder which hideaway Amador chose to wait for me. If he's been smart — like he absolutely can be — he's made sure he won't be visible through any of the windows and has selected a big pile of stuff to hide behind so that nobody walking into the unit will be able to tell there are two people making sweet love very, very near to them.

So he should be… I walk over to a pile of barrels I’ve stacked myself a few months ago, grateful for my apparent foresight to create the divide in the room. My ankle bracelets tingle gently as I walk, the sound quite present in the open space, heightening my anticipation.

"Ennah," he beams as soon as he sees me. He's already laid out the padding and covered it with his shirt. His bare chest, sun-kissed yet still a lot lighter than mine, is a sight to behold. I long to touch him, to taste him, to feel him on top of me.

Quickly I kneel beside him, releasing my precious load of padding as if it is of no importance.

He doesn't notice how slowly all of it drifts down. Before my knees touch the floor, he's already there, his arms around me, his lips on mine, his skin hot against the suddenly too-thick fabric of my dress. A few pieces of padding are pressed between our legs. Soft though I know them to be, they feel like metal cushions. I quickly brush them aside, only just mindful enough to give them a gentle nudge. I probably won't be able to throw them through the door from here — nowhere near the door, in fact — but they could easily land quite some distance away from the safety of our barrels.

And then he kisses me, and all thoughts of doors and padding vanish from my mind. How is it possible that Amador feels so good in my arms? So hot, so alive, so…

"Ennah…" he breathes. "I want to make you scream."

The promise in that simple sentence almost makes my bones melt — I know he can make me utter sounds I’d never make in normal life. He has made me scream quite a few times. Only when I knew for certain that nobody was within earshot, of course, and even then, I’ve always capped the sound. Now, in this echoey storage building, I really have to rein myself in. In a weird way, that is even hotter than simply surrendering to the heat of the moment. Today’s heat is dangerous, and a part of me longs to be burned.

Amador lays me down on his shirt, the padding beneath it far better than the rough floor of the storage unit. Leaning on his elbow, he lets his free hand drift over my body. I can feel the small ridges of the scars that adorn his fingers — working in a glass-blowing hall has its dangers. His touch is direct and hot on the bare skin around my collarbone, turning into a soft promise where we are separated by clothes that need to be disposed of as soon as possible. I already start tugging at my dress. There have only been a few instances where he has undressed me, and it has been heavenly. What will today bring?

His hand slides under my skirt and finds my warm, slick entrance again. My, he really is hungry for me — the stage of kissing and caressing my breasts has been cut shorter than ever, though my nipples are pebbled from his gentle rubbing. Even fully clothed, they are visible, and I silently beg him to touch them again.

I clamber upright just enough to tug up my dress, hoping that uncovering my upper body will entice him to kiss and caress me there some more before we go on. I know the order of making love — as soon as we have become one, there will be no more attention cast towards my breasts. Kisses will become sparse, at least until he swiftly pulls away from me to reach his climax. That leaves him so out of breath and exhausted that he always needs some time and space to pull himself together again. I love that I make him fall apart so intensely every time. Knowing I hold such power over him makes me shiver even just thinking about it, that I can please him to that extreme, until he grins with utter satisfaction and a certain gratefulness. That is usually my cue to snuggle up to him and listen to his heartbeat returning to a normal pace, and be lulled into a slumber by the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.

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It is utterly satisfying.

Once, we had a lot of time and a lot of hunger, and we went for a second round. That time is etched in my memory; the passion has veered so high between us that I almost experienced the wave to flow over me; the rush of pleasure that I can induce in myself when I’m alone, touching myself like Amador does at the beginning of our love-making. I’ve asked him to rub and caress me between my legs longer, I think it would be Magical if he’d make such a wave wash over me, but he always stops before I reach that point. Maybe I should ask him again. But on the other hand, him filling me up with his wonderful, throbbing cock makes me happy and feels great. I do need that, so… I pull him a bit closer as his hands cup my ass.

And I certainly won't experience anything if my clothes remain where they are right now — on me and completely in the way. I struggle to free myself without punching Amador in the face or getting too far away from him, which turns out to be quite a challenge. As if he senses my urgency, he kisses me on the nose and lets go of me, grinning cheekily before seizing the opportunity to get rid of his clothes as well.

I breathe a sigh of relief when Amador finally presses against me without the barrier of fabric keeping us apart. His skin is so warm, so alive, so wonderfully good against mine, that I let out a deep sigh.

If I thought his skin was hot, his hard cock is searing. It pushes against my lower belly with a promise that takes my breath away. My longing for him to touch my breasts, to kiss me and caress me everywhere makes me writhe beneath him, pressing my body against his in every way I possibly can. He kisses the hollow beneath my cheek, and he pulls my leg up so he can again slide his fingers into me. A bolt of tingles shoots directly toward my core. Amador’s touches feel so intense. Could it be that this time…?

His heavy breathing fires me up, I reach for his cock to give him pleasure. He's so hard in my hand, jerking when I run my fingers up and down the shaft.

The more I stroke him, the more intense his caresses become. I can hear how wet I am, sounds that speed along or slow down with the rhythm of Amador’s movements. "You’re so ready," he whispers. "So hot. I want to fill you completely."

No, not yet. Give me more of this first, make me soar with pleasure some more before we become deliciously one.

“Don’t stop yet, please…” I moan. His caresses feel so good.

But he wastes no time to climb on top of me, and I surrender. I gasp as the knob of his shaft is pressed against my entrance. He runs the head up and down my sensitive lips, wettening it so he can slide in with ease. He always makes sure it will go easily — once, we weren't that patient, and it hurt us both. He's been careful ever since, and though I'm appreciative about that, I'm also impatient. Breathing heavily, I push my hips up so that he knows I'm ready, so he can tell that I might burst with anticipation if he doesn't enter me soon.

When he finally does, I breathe a deep sigh of relief. His weight is heavy on me as he uses the hold gravity has on him to sink deeper into me, a feeling so alien and yet so familiar to me that I close my eyes and just linger in it. Everything loses its touch with gravity when I’m near, but people are the exception. I remember how heavy Granny was when I found her, the little heart she left me floating just above her own heart that no longer beat… This is no thought to harbor right now, but I have trouble letting it go.

Why, for feather’s sake? I am here with my lover, and he’s making my body feel incredible.

Amador pulls back and thrusts with increasing intensity. I know he will slowly build up the tempo, and increase the force behind his movements, until every pounce follows the one before faster and deeper, until our lovemaking is like an avalanche gaining speed the further downhill it falls.

Again there’s this lightning bolt of pride that he can lose himself in me, that I, Ennah, am special enough to make him climax every single time. The thought makes me even wetter than I already am, enabling Amador to slide in deeper. I roll my hips, wriggle beneath him to feel more of him, take him in further, to create those intense sensations that make my cheeks flush, my blood rush, and the pleasure roar through my body. Maybe I don’t need his fingers — he doesn’t like it when I touch myself. But just maybe…

I throw my head back, focusing solely on where our bodies collide, where all else simply falls away.

Amador grunts, the franticness of him moving in and out of me a telltale sign that it won't be long before he has to pull back and come all over my belly. I push against him harder, trying to get the friction between us just right, still hoping that maybe I can ride my wave as well. Harder, faster, deeper.

Ah, yes, that’s the spot. I now hold still, not wanting to throw anything off now that I’ve found a spot that gives me immense pleasure. Oh, his cock feels so good in me. A drop of sweat hits my chest and trickles down my side, leaving a moist trail chilled by Amador’s panting.

"Please…" I start. If he would lick or carefully bite a nipple right now, I’d lose myself too. “Touch me, please…”

Amador moans as if he's in agony, plunges into me once more, and then quickly retreats. His hot come shoots as far up as my breasts, adding to the bliss that is building inside me. If he would touch me now, I know I’ll all but explode. One bite, one lick, one carefully placed caress. “Could you…” I start whispering, still out of breath, but Amador doesn't hear it. He closes his eyes and turns away from me.

I close my eyes as well. Again, I haven't been fast enough to catch the wave. But it has been amazing; my body tingles all over, and the proof of our passion is right there, glistening on my skin. I quickly reach for the handkerchief I never forget to carry with me ever since one time I didn't have anything to wipe myself clean with, and I’m once again grateful that the white liquid behaves quite differently from things like soup and tea.

"You are amazing, Ennah…" Amador mumbles.

"So are you," I reply. I put away the handkerchief — which is prone to fly off, so I get rid of it quite quickly — and roll to my side to study Amador. His expression is one of intense satisfaction and I smile.

He holds out his hand, inviting me to come and lie down against him. I don't have to think twice. And there, with his arm safely around me, I savor the pleasure that is now slowly ebbing from my body, grateful once more that I met Amador and that he initiated me into this wonderful way of expressing what cannot be anything but true love.