She looked at him as he was stretched out on the bed, and decided that she wanted to know every inch of him, too. She kissed his cheek and scratched her fingers through his beard.
“Do you ever shave this off?”
“No”, he said. “I look about fifteen years old without a beard.”
She laughed at that mental image.
“But if you think it’s too scratchy, I’ll shave it off for you. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
She shook her head. “No, don’t shave it, I like it.”
She looked into his eyes. “I still can’t decide if I like you better with or without glasses.”
He pushed them up his nose with that characteristic gesture of his. “Unlike my beard, I do really need my glasses. I’ve tried lenses, but I can’t bear them, so I’m afraid my glasses and I are a package deal.”
“That’s alright. They make you look very smart.”
“I am very smart.”
“Not to mention extremely humble”, she laughed and he grinned in embarrassment. Then she nuzzled his ear. “Alright. Now it’s your turn to tell me what you like and what you don’t like.”
“Honestly, I don’t really know. We’ll just have to try things out and see.”
“Okay”, she said. “I can work with that.”
She bit his earlobe, tugging softly, and he smiled. “Yes. I like that.”
“Good”, she said. “Now, I don’t like this next thing myself, but maybe you do.” She blew softly into his ear, then inserted just the tip of her tongue. He shivered.
“Oh, I feel that all down my spine. It’s a weird feeling, but I definitely don’t dislike it.”
She started to kiss his neck, smiling at the way the hairs of his beard tickled her lips.
“That’s nice”, he said, “but I think the beard absorbs a lot of the sensation.”
She moved down a bit, to where the hairs became sparser. Suddenly she flashed him a wicked smile, pressed her lips to a soft bit of exposed skin, and sucked.
“Hey!” he said. “That feels weird! What are you doing?”
She kept on for several more seconds, then released him to see a red spot begin to bloom on his throat. “There”, she said in satisfaction. “Your first hickey.”
He sat up and rubbed his neck in consternation. “You mean that’s going to leave a mark?”
She nuzzled his cheek. “Now everyone will know that you’re mine.”
“Why don’t you just hang a sign around my neck that says ‘Raquel’s’”, he grumbled in mock annoyance.
“It’ll only last a few days”, she soothed him, then pushed him back into the pillows. “Now, where were we?”
She kissed his chest and his shoulders, running her fingers down the muscles of his arms.
“Can I ask you a question? How does a nerdy intellectual like you have such a nice chest and arms?”
“Mens sana in corpore sano”, he quoted. “A healthy mind in a healthy body. I take care of my body because I value my mind. I work out, I do some boxing.”
“You’re the whole package, aren’t you?” she quipped, then let her eyes roam over him. “You know, you are actually very handsome. How come the girls haven’t been falling at your feet your entire life?”
He gave her a wry smile. “You mean after I’d attracted them with my sparkling personality and my Casanova-like seduction technique?”
She smiled at him. “It worked on me.”
“That was a fluke. I still don’t know how it happened.”
She moved up to face him, and kissed him tenderly on the lips. He pulled her into his arms, and for several long moments they were completely wrapped up in each other. When she finally pulled away from him, she was slightly breathless.
“Let’s continue the experiment, shall we, before we get completely distracted?”
He nodded, not taking his eyes from her face, and she blushed slightly from the intensity of his gaze. To recover her composure, she began kissing his chest again.
“Let’s see how you like this”, she said, before flicking her tongue over one of his nipples. He twitched and shuddered.
“No, I don’t think I like that at all.”
She nodded. “For some men that produces an unpleasant sensation. It’s perfectly okay. I’ll avoid the area.”
She ran her fingers down his arms again and picked up one of his hands. “You know, you have really nice hands. Strong but sensitive. Women like that.” She pressed a kiss to his palm, then did the same to his other hand.
“Alright, now turn around.”
He glanced down. “Aren’t you forgetting something rather essential?”
She flashed him a grin. “We’ll save that for last. But I promise I will spend some extra time there.”
He turned onto his stomach without further complaint, and she ran an appreciative hand over the muscles of his shoulders. Under her touch, he sighed and relaxed.
“Do you like massages?” she asked.
“Hate them”, he replied. “The very idea of a stranger touching my body…” he shuddered, then his voice became softer. “But I love it when you do it.”
She took her time running her hands over his shoulders and back, getting lower and lower. When she was almost to his buttocks, a mischievous gleam appeared in her eye, and she bent forward.
He yelped and twisted his head around. “Hey! You bit me!”
She grinned. “Only a little.”
“Well I don’t like that at all”, he said huffily, but she could see that his eyes were dancing with laughter.
She ran her hands down his legs to his feet, but there was no fun in it because he wasn’t ticklish at all.
“Alright mister”, she said. “Turn back around and let’s see what else you like.”
He turned onto his back, and she noticed anticipation in every line of his body. She smiled to herself. She was going to enjoy this. She was good at it and she knew it.
He made another half-hearted attempt to dissuade her. “Raquel, you really don’t have to feel obligated to do this…”, he began, but she shushed him.
“I like doing it.”
“It just doesn’t feel very feminist”, he mumbled, and she threw back her head and laughed.
“You could also look at it from another perspective”, she smiled. “There’s nothing more empowering than having a man by his balls. Literally.”
He suddenly looked a little alarmed, and she hastened to reassure him.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be very careful. You can tell me at any time if something feels uncomfortable or painful.”
“Alright”, he said, apprehension and anticipation both equally present in his face. She felt like she should put him at his ease first. She reached down a hand and traced one finger down the length of him. He was already hard.
“You know”, she said. “You really have the most perfect dick.”
He flinched at the word. She knew that he didn’t like vulgar language, but they needed some way of talking about their body parts, and she felt that ‘penis’ was too clinical. He’d get used to the word in time, if she introduced it gradually.
“Really?” he asked her.
“Yes”, she said. “Just above average in length and girth. Not too big, not too small. Perfect.”
She meant what she said. She loved that he gave her something to work with, without running the risk of jaw cramps later on.
“I thought women always wanted men with big…” he swallowed, “… dicks.”
She shook her head. “Not at all. Too small isn’t ideal of course, but too big isn’t either. Average is just fine.” She hesitated, wondering if she should tell him. “My second boyfriend was really big, and it was awful. Since then I’ve never wished for above-average endowments again.”
“Why was it awful?”
She hesitated again, trying to suppress bad memories. “I suppose it wouldn’t have been as bad if he’d been careful with me”, she said slowly. “But he wasn’t always gentle when I asked him to be, or he wouldn’t wait until I was ready. Then it would hurt. Sometimes a lot. He wasn’t very nice about it afterwards, either.”
He quietly looked at her for a long moment. Then he said: “Raquel, forgive me for saying this, as it is none of my business, but you’ve had some pretty shitty boyfriends.”
She gave him a sad smile. “I suppose I have. The worst thing is that I stayed with him for nearly two years.”
She grimaced. “I was in a pretty bad place back then, personally.” She continued more softly. “I suppose… on some level… I felt like I just didn’t deserve any better.”
He sat up and stroked her cheek. “But you did… you do.”
She raised her chin in quiet defiance. “I know that now. But it took me a lot of time and a terrible divorce before I could allow myself to believe that.”
He gave her the softest look. “Raquel”, he breathed, taking her into his arms. “You deserve all the best things in the world.”
She buried her face against his neck so he wouldn’t see the tears in her eyes, and he gently stroked her back. After several long minutes, she regained control of herself, and pulled back from him with a quirked smile.
“Anyway, I think that we can safely say that my taste in men is questionable at best. I mean, look at my current boyfriend: a notorious criminal.”
He grinned at her. “I prefer the term ‘gentleman thief’, myself.”
“Well”, she smiled at him. “If the gentleman would be so good as to lie down and relax, I’ll see what I can do for him.”
He let himself fall among the pillows and gazed at her expectantly. “Okay. Now what?”
“First things first”, she said. “What kind of pressure do you like down there? Hard, soft?”
He hesitated “I’m not entirely sure.”
She frowned at him. “You have masturbated, right?”
“Only for tension relief”, he admitted. “I suppose a medium kind of pressure?”
She nodded. “I’ll start off soft and you can tell me what you like. Now spread your legs so I can sit between them.” She always preferred this to working from the side.
He did as she asked, a big smile on his face, and she couldn’t help but smile, too. This was going to be good.
She settled herself between his legs, but instead of touching him immediately, she let her fingers flutter down over his stomach several times, every time stopping just an inch short of the dark curls between his legs. Almost immediately, he became hard again. Then she lowered her hands to his knees, and with her fingernails drew slow paths up his inner thighs, making him shiver. Next, she bent down and kissed him everywhere but there: on his lower stomach, his inner thighs, the soft skin at the crease of his legs. He wriggled slightly with impatience, but she didn’t stop until he was rock hard.
Then she used the tip of her tongue to draw a path up his length, from the very bottom to the top, and she heard him inhale sharply. She did it again, but this time she used the flat of her tongue, using broad strokes up and down. He groaned. She decided not to tease him any longer. Wrapping her hand around his length, she closed her wet mouth over the head and sucked. He sighed out a long “ohhhhh”, and she felt him relax further under her hands. She began moving up and down, using both her hand and her mouth so he was always completely covered, keeping the suction light at first, then increasing it gradually. Soon his fingers were in her hair, and he was moaning her name.
“Raquel”, he breathed, his voice husky. “That feels so good.”
She tried not to smile. These were only the basics. She had a few more tricks up her sleeve.
She pulled back a little and started swirling her tongue around the head, running it around the little ridge underneath, and flicking it over his frenulum. His fingers churned in her hair, and his breathing became more frantic.
“Oh god, I don’t know what you’re doing, but don’t stop!”
Next, she tried out her signature move. Making a ring of her thumb and forefinger, she placed it around him, just under the head, and tightened it.
“How does this pressure feel?” she asked him softly.
“Amazing”, he breathed back.
She placed her mouth over him, right behind the ring made by her fingers, then started moving downwards slowly, creating a delicious contrast between the tightness of her fingers and the softness of her mouth. It usually drove men crazy. She wasn’t disappointed this time, either. He groaned loudly and gripped the sheets with both hands.
“Oh, Raquel, what are you doing to me?”
When she got all the way down, she moved up and did it again, and again. Suddenly he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Stop! Please stop for a moment. I’m going to… and I don’t want it to be over yet.”
She smiled a satisfied smile as she sat back for a moment and observed him. His eyes were closed and he was fighting to keep his breath under control. When he’d taken three deep breaths, he looked up at her and his eyes were shining.
“Alright,” he breathed. “Please go on.”
She changed tactics now, placing her hand underneath him to very gently cup his balls in her hand. He tensed.
“Careful”, he said, an anxious edge to his voice. “That’s very sensitive.”
She nodded. She’d never met a man who wasn’t a bit nervous when she first handled his business. “Of course I’ll be careful. Trust me.”
He closed his eyes and relaxed again. She bent down and licked, and he sighed in enjoyment. Taking that as a good sign, she started massaging him ever so gently, and after only a few seconds he was groaning again, his eyes tightly closed and an expression of ecstasy on his face.
And now for the moment suprême, she thought, and closed her mouth over him again, moving up and down rhythmically as she kept massaging him. When he responded with an “oh yes” and accelerated breathing, she started moving faster and sucking harder, and soon he was moaning with every stroke, his hips rocking in time with her rhythm. When she could see that he wouldn’t last much longer, she suddenly felt a tap on her head. She looked up in surprise. His face was flushed and his eyes were dazed when he said:
“I understand that it’s the proper thing to do to let a lady know if you’re going to… so she can stop if she wants to.”
He looked at her with such desperate longing that she smiled. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to stop.”
She resumed what she’d been doing, and he fell back among the pillows with a whispered “oh god!”. She quickened her pace and soon he tensed, his whole body rigid for a moment, then he cried out as the orgasm washed over him, making him shudder all over.
When it was done, he lay panting for a moment while she discreetly plucked a tissue off the night stand. When he turned to her, his eyes were radiant.
“Oh my god, Raquel”, he said, his voice strained. “I have no words. Nothing could have prepared me for this. Nothing I’ve ever felt could possibly compare.”
She felt rather smug as she lay down next to him and he kissed her. “Thank you”, he said earnestly, and she laughed.
“Why are you thanking me? You did the same for me just half an hour ago.”
“That’s not the same”, he protested. “I loved doing that.”
“And I loved doing this”, she replied, and he looked down at her.
“Really”, she nodded.
“Then you’ll do it again?” he asked hopefully, making her laugh again.
“Don’t you need some time to recover?”
“I don’t mean right now”, he hastened to add. “Just… someday.”
“Of course I’ll do it again”, she said, and he sighed.
“Then you’re an absolute goddess and I will worship you until the day I die.”
As she lay in his arms and he slowly stroked her shoulder, still with a blissful expression on his face, she wondered at the effect her actions had had on him. She flattered herself that she was pretty good, but she wasn’t that good. She’d expected some level of enthusiasm, sure, but not offers of undying devotion. Then it dawned on her what a lonely life he must have led. His mother and father had both died when he was quite young, and he’d never had girlfriends or children to cuddle with, to snuggle up against on the sofa with a movie. Had he even touched another human being in the year that he’d been here? Her heart suddenly bled for him as she realized how starved for affection he must have been, probably without even realizing it. She hugged him closer, and he kissed the top of her head.
They stayed in bed all afternoon. Sergio only got up once to get her some water and fruit, but apart from that they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, constantly touching, caressing, kissing. As the sky outside their window began to turn violet and pink, she turned to him.
“Shall we go out and look for something to eat?”
He pulled her closer against him and nuzzled her neck. “I don’t want to get out of bed.”
“We have to eat sometime!”
“But there’s still so much I don’t know about you. Like… who was your first love? How was your first time? What’s your favorite position?”
She gave him a tantalizing smile. “The night’s still young. If we eat quickly, we can discuss positions at length after dinner.”
He grinned at her. “That sounds like a decent proposal.”
“Actually”, she said, her fingers caressing the back of his neck for a moment, “It’s a thoroughly indecent proposal.” She quickly stepped out of bed. “Are you coming?”
He looked at her with serious eyes. “My love”, he said. “I’d follow you anywhere.”