Thirty-Two

"WHAT the hell are you doing up there?" he asked angrily. “Are you not afraid to fall?”
She raised one eyebrow at the question. How could the hanging of a curtain on a window be possible if you would not climb 'up there?'
But Eric was already there, hooking an arm around her waist and pulling her down so that she had no choice but to let go of the curtain before it or it would rip because she was already falling.
Right in his arms.
He let her slide down slowly, both of them already aware of each other's bodies by the look in their eyes, as she felt all of him rubbing on her, him starkly male despite their clothes.
He was wearing a shirt with a hood that looked fashionable and appealing, and gym pants, as if he'd gone out to run. She already knew his body without them. She could only gasp as heat suffused her face and warmth, her body. Her heart was suddenly beating so fast.
Why couldn't he keep his hands to himself? Why did he smell so good, like he'd just come out of the shower?
Thank god, she took a shower after cooking or she would have smelled of garlic and onions!
Why did he keep touching her as if he had a right to her body?
Oh, right. Because she enjoyed it the first time even though she wasn't supposed to and confirmed that the second time.
And now, she enjoyed being plastered on his body, too.
She's such a hypocrite.
"I'm hanging curtains," she protested in a voice that sounded pitiful. She wasn't exactly pushing him away.
"Why don't you just wait for Tommy so he could do this? What if you fell?"
"He's not here. It's not like it's too high or I'm such a dwarf. Why did you have to pull me down? I am not a child."
"Dwarf..." he was smiling now. "You give strange descriptions, woman."
"Ahh, so it's because I'm a woman? I can hang a curtain, my goodness!" This time, she managed to push at him, but he wouldn't let go. "You can let me go now. Someone might see us."
He frowned. "So what?"
She almost smiled at the imperious way he'd said that. "Señorito Enrique, please ..."
He released her, but his face was not happy. She turned her back to him to recover the fallen stool from the floor, then motioned for them to leave the house.
"It's warm here. We don't have an electric fan down here," she reasoned when he didn't move. She didn't want neighbors to whisper that he was with her inside. Someone might have seen him arrive.
One of his eyebrows jumped suspiciously, but he went out the door with her without protest.
"Why are you here, anyway?" she asked.
"I came from the Chairman and I wanted to see how you were, if the house is okay for you," he replied.
She smiled. "Everything's okay and you should know. We've got neighbors to talk to and we don't have to carry water from the well to here anymore."
He watched her face. "Are you happy here?"
She nodded. "Oh, yes. And ... "She smiled again. "Thanks for the new job. I don't have to leave Mom at home alone when I'm selling vegetables." He just watched her in the next moment, until she felt uneasy. "Why are you staring at me like that?"
He looked down, sighed, then turned away. He said something like 'so little,' but she wasn't sure.
"What was that?"
She looked at her again. "Well, the Chairman said you really cook very well. That anything you cook is delicious."
She smiled again. "They do seem to like it."
"Good, good," he nodded. "What else do you need to make it easier for you to cook lunches?"
"Ah, that's right. I already have a list. Wait, I'll just get it." She went back inside to get the list she'd left on the kitchen table. When she turned to go back to him, she bumped into him.
"Eric, I didn't hear you!" she squealed. Then, as his arms went around her, she got suspicious. "What are you doing?"
He was holding her more securely to him, and he was smiling.
"What's funny?"
"The way you call my name. It makes me happy."
"Eric?" she repeated.
He nodded like a satisfied cat.
"That's all?" she asked incredulously.
He nodded, then frowned. "That's not all, though." Then he bent down to kiss her lips.
She thought of pushing him away, but in the next second, she gave in to the powerful need to kiss him back.
The truth was it gave her overwhelming pleasure to know he wanted to do it still, to hold her, and make her feel special.
She forgot her worries and even forgot about her mother upstairs. The need was so powerful it obscured even the warnings of the mind.
The kiss deepened, as it always did. She was thinking... they were in the kitchen. They weren't near any windows, and he was already pushing her to the farthest wall so that anyone who would see them would have to walk in on them from the living room because the back door was closed.
He had already checked the layout of the room before he did this, she thought, because he had been planning to do it from the moment he came in.
And as Yna basked in the passion of his kiss, she couldn't even blame him. She missed this, and was thinking about him every time she wasn't thinking of anything else.
She missed his kisses before she went to sleep, and when she woke up, she was sure he just starred in one of her fading dreams.
She only tried to avoid thinking of it because it made little sense.
And she knew it was going to be very hard when the time came that she had to forget him.
She felt the wall on her back as his body leaned on her, felt the harshness in his breathing as his lips left hers for a moment so he could have her hands on the wall to hold them there as he ground his body to hers.
She tried to stifle her moan.
"Eric, my mama's upstairs," she whispered against his lips.
"Sleeping?"
She nodded.
"We'll hear her when she goes down the stairs."
"But—"
"I want you. I can't bring you to my house because your neighbors will see us." He sounded frustrated. "But I keep thinking about you."
"Oh, Eric."
"Oh, yes. Say my name again."
"You're ridiculous," she whispered back, because he was grinning.
"You're so beautiful," he replied.
She stared back at him. *And you're so gorgeous.*
It was like he'd heard her thought and his face, hardened by the need in him, softened, and when he kissed her again, it was with a sweetness that brought wetness to her eyes.
Why was he so confusing to me? Why couldn't he just be any other guy whom she could love and be free to dream about, the one she could have a life with without any impossibilities?
He kissed her, and it was hot and passionate and without excuse. He'd let a hand go so he could slip it between their bodies to feel the wetness between her thighs.
She pushed at him because she couldn't pull back with the wall behind her.
"Eric!" But he had cupped her and rubbed her with his palm. She gasped between their lips. He kissed her again to stifle any other protest as his hand adjusted to slip under the band of the shorts she was wearing under her t-shirt.
"Next time, wear a skirt, my sweet," he said after pulling his mouth back.
"Eric!"
He grinned before he bent down to push her shorts and her panties down her thighs and legs.
He freed a foot and he opened her, and straightened up again, looking at her face as he pushed his own pants down, taking his briefs with them, after taking a foiled packet from one pocket.
"Try not to make a sound," he instructed her.
She had looked down and could see the head of his cock peeking at her under the hem of his shirt, erect and hard as a rock. "But—"
He swallowed her next words in his mouth as he loosened the rubber and fixed himself. She felt his fingers on the apex of her thighs and, of course, he would know through it she was already wet for him.
He then turned her around, and she felt it when he rubbed her opening to spread the juice.
Then he entered her slowly from behind.
She closed her eyes tightly as she bit on her lower lip to stifle the moan that wanted to escape her as his cock slowly stretched her inner muscles.
It felt tight, but she was full of him in the next moment.
And oh god… nothing ever felt so good…
She felt his lips on the side of her neck, her skin warm with his breath, as he withdrew to thrust at her again.
"Oh... this... you, Arianna... I'll never have enough of you..." he moaned near her ear.
"Please..." was the only word that could escape from her as he continued his slow thrusts.
She tried to breathe as slowly though her heartbeat was deafening to her ears. She could feel his control as he continued to thrust, slow and full, and before she knew it, she could feel the hardening of that force in her lower belly.
His hand went under her t-shirt to push up a cup of her bra so he could replace it with his hand.
"Please..." she moaned again, "don't... I can't make a noise," she whispered.
He didn't play with her breasts, just continued to hold her that way as he continued his slow thrusts until she had to turn her head to her arm to stifle the scream when she came.
Only a stiffening behind her and his own stifled groan as he buried his face in her hair warned her of his climax, too.
Then he relaxed and got heavier as he leaned fully on her, but his arms supported her as she held herself against the wall.
After a few moments of deep breathing, he took himself out and turned her around, and showered kisses on her face.