When we’re all caught up and want the same thing, meaning maximum satisfaction, Kai removes me from Alejandro’s lap and spreads my legs around his waist.
He moves with me while I look around, curious to see what he has in mind.
We enter the bathroom just as Francisco exits the shower booth.
The place is dimly lit, the candles tossing a glow over the walls, making the stretch of glass in front of us glimmer against the backdrop of the bay.
The ocean, the building, and the city are all out there with people like us. Some sleeping, some working, and some touching their romantic partners, and then there’s us.
Three naked men in my bathroom, the glow slithering across their hard chests, bulging biceps, intricate ink, and muscular butts and legs.
It looks surreal, and the story behind our story simply vanishes.
The only thing that stays is this magnificent evening and the memories we are about to create.
Kai brings me to the wall of windows, and it’s frightening and exciting as my back lines the glass, and he starts fucking me slowly.
No kiss. No lips. No stroking of any kind other than his hard length moving between my legs.
He feels like a different man.
And I follow his lead and show him a less tender woman, tilting my head back, pressing my spine against the glass wall, and closing my eyes.
And while there is no one to see us at this hour––I don’t think so––the idea that we expose ourselves to the world excites me and frightens me at the same time.
“You like it…?” he says when I least expected it.
I open my eyes and give him a smile.
“I do…” I murmur, my gaze sliding to his mouth.
He puts me down and nudges me around before entering me again. And here I am, my elbows resting against the glass, my back arched, my bottom out, his thrusts pushing me into the window, getting my breasts crushed.
Here I am, watching the world go by, naked, a man behind me, his hand going between my folds and starting to stroke my clit, two other men observing us.
Here we are, living our arrangement to the fullest, forgetting how we got here and how stormy these past days have been.
The lights flicker across the water where people live, watch TV, eat, and maybe have an argument or simply love someone.
Love… What a tricky thing can be.
Why would I think about love?
Kai’s arms are locked around me, his strokes getting me swiftly to the point of no return. And unlike other times, he drives me to my orgasm and comes as well.
And it feels good to be locked together while refusing to allow each other to know how we feel about this thing.
His release drips from between my legs when he finally slows down, sinks his teeth into my shoulder like a silent thank you, and breaks away from me.
A puddle forms on the tiles between my feet, and the glass wall in front of me is foggy from my breath.
Kai walks into the shower booth while Alejandro takes my body. But there is nothing there for him.
The tension is gone, my body still experiencing shock waves although it’s mostly relaxed, and my center is wet from Kai’s release.
What I do have for him is tenderness.
That amazing sensation of bliss after Kai has made me come, the afterglow morphing into a calm, warm disposition he feels immediately.