Josiah Marquez

Present day...


I let her settle herself right on top of my legs, facing me, wrapping her arms around my neck, her ass resting on my dick. I ran my hands over her hips, taking in that scent that drove me insane, wanting to bury myself in that neck that was always so inviting. My hands slid up, smoothing over her back above the soft fabric that covered her smooth skin, caressing her slowly, still trying to figure out what to do. That sweet smell, her hair falling over her breasts, brushing against my face...
"Ana..." I whispered, as she moved, gasping, starting her seductive dance on top of me.
A shiver ran down my spine when she trailed her fingernails down the back of my neck, and an instant reaction ignited in my dick, making it harden.
"Shhhh!" she asked. "I just want relief..." she said, bringing her face closer and brushing her lips against mine.
That scent of green apple candy was there, escaping with her warm breath over my face. Ana was such a seductive woman, and she was going to drive me crazy, but who was I to judge the way she sought to escape the pain? How many different ways had I tried to escape the conflicting feelings I had for her? A joint here, drinks and parties there, loud music, entire packs of cigarettes, lost voices in a bar, unknown bodies on mine. There were so many ways I tried to run from what I felt for the woman in front of me, and I miserably failed in every one of them. After all, nothing kept me away from the arms where I lay lost at that very moment. So, I just let myself sink into those lips, the same ones I swore I would fuck, bite, lick, but never kiss again. Fool... None of the efforts I made to be the bad guy worked when it came to that damned woman.
Those soft, wet, eager lips wrapped around mine, and it felt like I was starving. I wanted to pull back, but I was already too drenched to seek shelter from the storm that was this woman, crazy, intense, and captivating on top of me. I kissed her lightly, holding back the anger that made me rough with her, letting our tongues meet, following a sweet path together, with my dick throbbing beneath her pussy, grazing against the fabric, above my jeans. With one hand, I grabbed a fistful of her silky hair, and with the other, I slid down her back slowly until I reached her hips, squeezing them with just enough force to make her moan against my lips. I allowed myself to drink from that taste, from that addictive and broken sweetness on top of me, feeling like she tasted like the most perfect thing in the world. Our kiss became so intense, so full of need, so full of... longing.
"Jow..." Ana whispered, between my lips. "Why do you taste like safety?"
I ignored her words, that voice filled with sadness. I felt anger at the way I liked her, at the way I could kiss her for hours, at how I thought she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my life. I silenced her with my mouth, gripping her between my fingers, sliding my hand down to her round ass and digging my fingers into her flesh through the fabric, hearing her gasp between my tongue, closing my eyes and feeling the moment.
"Play the song you painted me with..." she asked, holding my face between both hands and kissing a tear I hadn't even realized I had let fall.
Because even though I wanted her, it hurt so much... It hurt to touch what I had lost, with so much tenderness, remembering the good part of my feelings, that I was a weak man, the man I tried to hide with all the darkest colors I could find, the sensitive guy I never wanted anyone to see, except her, the mother of my daughter. She was managing to break down my defenses and defeat me...
"Alexa, play *Coisa Linda*!"
Then, I was flooded with memories of the first time I saw her half-naked, how beautiful it was to trace every inch of that body, how I kept that drawing hidden until today as a true treasure, how I cried myself to sleep many, many times holding onto it.
And that song? It was the one that gave our daughter her nickname... Even before she was born.
And under that melody, I realized I was defeated, that I was letting all the buried feelings rise to the surface.

" I've always loved you! — Ana whispered, while I could feel her tears mixing with mine. No, Ana! Don't say that...
"Forgive me, please!
" Shut up! — I begged.
"Ana fell silent, her forehead resting on mine, letting out a small sob. I still had so much anger living under my skin, hurting me, wanting to push her away, reminding me that not even millions of requests like that would make me forgive what she took from me. When I realized it, she was moaning, because I didn't notice how hard she was pulling her hair above the nape of her neck. I shook my head, dispelling the bad thoughts as I softened my grip.
" Let's live this moment... — I asked, suffering. — Without talking about the past.
" Yes!
I pulled down the thin straps of her dress, leaving that perfect shoulder bare. I placed kisses on them, as I slid the garment further down. There was a soft scent of flowers on that skin. My cock was throbbing, burning with desire and making me want to hurry things up. But I took a breath as I unhooked the clasps of the black, strapless bra she was wearing, staring with desire at those beautiful breasts, transformed by motherhood, with such inviting brown areolas, with bluish trails of veins outlining them.
I made my way to those eyes of an almost yellowish green, full of anxiety, distressed, needy... I wrapped my hands around her breasts, with a firm grip, bringing them together, while I turned my lips in a strong kiss on hers, biting, while I squeezed those monuments with my hands, feeling them splashing liquid onto my shirt.
"I'm going to be sad when this milk runs out..." I warned, lowering my mouth and sucking her right breast, feeling the white liquid that would soon disappear from those breasts flooding my tongue. Ana trembled under my touch, while I went crazy with the taste of it. I pinched her left nipple between my index finger and thumb, making her curse, almost cumming at the delicious feeling of having that woman at my mercy. The woman who was once mine, who could be mine again...
I could hear the music playing in the background, very softly, with the perfect lyrics to describe her, with the body that motherhood had only made even more wonderful. I slid the suit off her body, with her moving to make it easier to move, while she wasted no time in helping me undo my black shirt.
Ana moved away enough to allow me to be naked, exactly as she was, but with her mouth glued to mine, making me crazy to bury myself in that pink pussy. But it would be my way, and she asked for it to hurt, and, as much as I didn't want to make it so painful, I was still the guy whose dick got hard when he saw her crying.
I held her wrists, pushing her away slightly, just so I could take my time observing that completely naked body. There was no trace of shyness about her, and that fascinated me. Ana gave herself and trusted me completely, from the first time I deflowered her. When I fucked her for the first time, there was still a lot of fear, after all, she was only sixteen. But, from the second time onwards, there was already a different behavior, a complete surrender, boldness, and she enjoyed my way of fucking: doing it as hard as possible, as heavy as possible, as hard as we could.
I observed her face, much thinner than when I met her, after all, after Coisinha, Ana lost a lot of weight. Her breasts were even bigger than before we broke up, her belly was different, with stretch marks, and there was a scar above her vagina, a purple line, which I imagine was where our daughter came out.