She almost laughed. She didn’t know why, but it was such an ordinary kind of thing to bring up in this moment that had felt nothing but extraordinary. She looked over her shoulder at the bedside table.
“I’m sure Joy wouldn’t mind if we used some.” Grace scooted over and, opening the drawer, found a number of foil packets stashed there. She refused to think about Joy and her brother using them, though. That was just too weird. She tossed them onto the bed, tearing one off and handing it to Jaime.
“For you, sir,” she said in a prim voice, like she was handing him some important document.
Jaime laughed, shaking his head. “You’re killing me, Graciela.”
“You’re killing me, stalling like this,” she countered. She lay back down on the bed, her knees up. “I’ll wait until you get ready, though.”
He swore at her, and then he swore even more when the packet wouldn’t tear open. She laughed so hard that tears sprang to her eyes.
“It’s not funny.” After he rolled the condom on, he crawled over her, pinning her wrists to the bed. “I’ll have my revenge, you know.”
“I think you talk too much, Jaime Martínez.”
He let go of her wrists to part her legs, and that got her to gasp. He kissed her, his tongue entering her mouth as she felt his cock brush against her entrance. She was already trembling.
“I’ll go slow,” he said. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
She almost wanted to cry. She wanted to beg him to thrust inside and make her his. She wanted him more than she’d wanted anything in her life.
His cock entered her, and although she felt like she was being stretched, there wasn’t any pain. He placed her legs on his hips, giving him wider access. He pushed with one last thrust, and then he was completely inside her.
She gazed at him. He was inside her. His cock was inside her and she wasn’t a virgin anymore. She wanted all of him though, she wanted him to take her so hard she couldn’t remember her own name. But words failed her. So she pulled his head down and kissed him.
He groaned. He began thrusting inside her, gently at first, but then more insistently.
She had a feeling he was holding back for her. “Don’t stop,” she murmured against his mouth. “Don't ever stop.”
“I won’t.” He kissed her neck, her breasts, his cock filling her over and over again. It was almost brutal, but in a way that made her feel like she’d been stripped bare and was remade into someone else. Watching him make love to her, his forehead gleaming with perspiration, she knew she’d never loved him as much as she did at that moment.
But then pleasure overtook reason. Her body began feeling that familiar ache, and she marveled that she could come a second time tonight. She gripped his forearms, she squeezed her legs against his sides, and he picked up speed. Their bodies slapped together, and when he ground against her clit with each thrust, she gasped.
He said something in Spanish. She took his face in her hands, and they gazed at each other as the pleasure spiraled higher and higher. A high-pitched moan built in the back of Grace’s throat.
Jaime licked at her chin. “Come for me,” he said in that voice of his. That voice she could never refuse.
She was coming. She was coming, and she shattered. She exploded into a million pieces, her body bowing upward, and Jaime kept thrusting, milking every bit of ecstasy from her body. She was noisy and desperate and she felt him shaking against her as he found his release, too. He said her name and then he kissed her. She poured every bit of feeling into that kiss. She wanted him to know that everything about him devastated her.
He collapsed, rolling her over so they lay on their sides. Panting for breath, Grace couldn’t stop touching him, and he seemed to feel the same. They kissed for a while longer, as if the thought of talking about what had just happened seemed like too much. So they kissed and touched and memorized each other’s bodies until sleep claimed them.
When Grace awoke, it wasn’t yet dawn. Disoriented, she wasn’t sure where she was until she felt the solid weight of someone against her back. Jaime. A blush flooded her cheeks, remembering everything that had happened. Every kiss, every touch, every feeling.
I slept with Jaime. I slept with Jaime.
She was torn between giddiness and terror. Giddiness, because it had been amazing, and terror, because it had been amazing and she would always have that as a basis for comparison. Not that she was planning on sleeping with a bunch of other men any time soon. If ever.
She sighed, turning so she faced him. He was still sleeping, and she watched him for a while. His dark hair was a mess, and stubble dotted his cheeks and jaw. She touched his hair, feeling the silky strands between her fingers. When he made a noise in his sleep, she smiled.
She dozed off after that. When she woke up again, light was shining through the windows of Joy’s apartment and Jaime was awake. He’d been watching her, and she felt self-conscious. She probably looked like a total mess, her hair in snarls. Glancing down and remembering she was naked, she squeaked and covered herself with the sheet. Which wouldn’t budge underneath Jaime’s body weight, so she had to give it a few pulls while he laughed softly.
“I think modesty is pointless now, don’t you think?” He kissed her forehead, letting her wrap the sheet around her chest.
“Modesty is never pointless.”
“Then I won’t point out that I had my mouth on those breasts you’re trying to hide only”—he looked at his phone—“four hours ago.”
She blushed, burying her face in her pillow. He rubbed her back as she tried to calm the blood rushing to her cheeks.
“You know you blush all over? I’ve never seen anything like it,” he said.
She looked up from the pillow, glaring. “Even if you notice it, as a gentleman, you shouldn’t actually mention it.”
“But I like it.”
“You’d be the only one.”
He inched the sheet down, exposing the angles of her shoulder blades. He kissed her between them. “You know you have a freckle on your right shoulder?”
“Mmm, I’ve had it forever.”
He licked it. It was about the size of a pea. “I also like it.”
“You’re weird.” But she smiled against the pillow regardless.
As he stroked her back, she laid against the pillow, not wanting to get up. Not wanting to face the day. Not wanting to go back home and see her dad ever again.
“What happened, Grace? Why were you staying here tonight?” Jaime danced a figure-eight around her left shoulder blade.
She sighed. “Let’s just say my dad and I don’t see eye to eye on a lot of things.”
“What did he say to you?”
She didn’t want to talk about this, especially when it partially had to do with him. She squirmed when he tapped his fingers against her lower back.
“Graciela…”
“Fine. He caught me coming in after I came home from your place. He basically said I need to get my life in order and stop screwing around. The next morning, I asked Joy if I could stay here. That’s it.”
He didn’t say anything for a few moments. He propped himself on his elbow next to her. “I’m sorry I got you in trouble.”