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Marta stared and stared at the sight in front of her.
Awestruck.
Not caring about anything else in the room aside from what she was looking at. Who she was looking at.
At some point, maybe even as recently as an hour ago, Marta might have cared about certain details. She had a vague recollection of wanting this moment to be perfect in the way songs and books insisted it should be – the right romantic lighting, the right fancy room, the right expensive champagne. There had been a time when she believed that the details surrounding such a moment were the things to make the moment.
But what she knew now, for certain, was this – the details mattered little. She could have been standing in the plainest room in the smallest hotel in the littlest town, and she wouldn’t have noticed.
Because right in front of her was Fina Valero, gloriously bare, standing patiently under Marta’s gaze as Marta, well…stared. And Fina didn’t seem to mind in the slightest, her stance relaxed, her expression open and easy.
Minutes ago, they had been lying on the bed, kissing, pressed together but almost chastely, when Marta had started playing with the buttons on Fina’s dress. She hesitantly undid each one, Fina’s hand at Marta’s waist and small, sipping kisses against her mouth. But once she reached Fina’s belt, she stalled, a slight tremor running through her fingers.
She had told Fina she was sure, and that was one hundred percent true, but that didn’t mean she had any idea what she was doing. Both desire and sheer, unmitigated nerves were roaring through her in equal measure. She somehow wanted to rip all their clothes off immediately and feel everything, but also bury her face into Fina’s neck and hold tight and never ever move again.
That dichotomy alone was confusing. She’d never felt anything like this. At most, before this very moment, intimacy had been marked with a tepid sense of pleasure and a certain relief when she could simply turn on her side and go to sleep.
But this feeling ringing and reverberating in her belly and in her limbs was something else entirely. It was intimidating and extraordinary, and she had no idea what to do with it or how to articulate it.
But Fina, she seemed to sense what was happening without Marta needing to say a word. She glanced down at Marta’s stalled fingers, and reached to tangle them with her own.
“Would you like some help?” she asked, her voice gentle, her tone suggesting that any answer Marta gave would be met with acceptance. And that infused Marta with a little bit of bravery. Grateful, she nodded, but then sucked in a breath with some confusion when Fina kissed her once more and slid away from her to stand at the side of the bed.
Wait, that’s not what I – oh.
Oh.
Madre de Dios.
Marta’s eyes widened to what she was sure were epic proportions when Fina reached for her belt, undid it, and let it fall to the floor. Her dress followed seconds later, and by the time Marta moved to sit at the edge of the bed, watching, mesmerized and trembling, Fina had discarded her undergarments until she was wearing absolutely nothing, looking as comfortable and natural in her nudity as she did seconds ago in her dress.
Marta didn’t know where to look first. Or even how to look without seeming like she was ogling Fina as if she couldn’t somehow control herself.
The problem was, she was having a very hard time doing just that.
Because Fina was…breathtaking.
Her eyes were bright and, as always, a little mischievous, her mouth slightly quirked. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders and collar bones, falling softly in loose curls, and the column of her throat was so enticing that Marta was nearly overcome with wanting to spring up solely to press her mouth to its delicate slope.
When she worked up the courage to let her gaze drop, it landed on small, firm breasts, rising slightly with each breath Fina took, dusky skin encircling pert nipples. Marta bit her lip, and found herself more than a little surprised how much she wanted to curl her palms around them, feel their soft weight in her hands. But nerves still having the better of her, she simply clenched her fists in her lap for the moment despite the fact that her entire body was vibrating madly.
Her eyes continued to move lower – over Fina’s ribs, her navel, her slim hips – before she allowed them to land on the trim thatch of hair between her legs. She immediately pressed her lips together to keep from making whatever noise was brewing in her throat, something she was very sure would sound both needy and wanting. Questions ran rampant and unchecked through her head. What would it be like to touch Fina there? Would she know how? What sounds would Fina make and would Marta survive them?
Her mind already reeling, her eyes continued their journey, over defined thighs and knees and toned calves that immediately made Marta’s brain veer off in yet another direction, wondering what it would be like to have them wrapped around her. Holding her tight. Pulling her in.
Marta’s mouth fell open as her chest tightened, a vision of just that scenario lighting up her imagination. Abruptly, she stood up, hoping movement would somehow quell the anticipation that was now dancing through every nerve in her body.
Because Fina was so beautiful and utterly feminine and never ever, before this moment, had Marta ever considered that that would be the thing that made her entire being feel like she was about to burst out of her own skin.
But Fina Valero, over and over and over again, was shattering every preconceived notion that Marta had ever had, about attraction and desire and what was quickly becoming breathtaking arousal.
Suddenly, with crystal clarity, the vague confusion she’d felt all her life made sense. Suddenly, she understood her lack of enthusiasm in her marital bed and all the times she wondered why she just didn’t feel what other women seemed to feel about their husbands, even with a husband as kind as her own.
“Eres tan hermosa,” she breathed, saying the first words to come to mind. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life.”
Fina smiled almost shyly. “Gracias.”
Marta nodded, but could not seem to make her feet move or form any more words. She was, quite simply, mesmerized. She didn’t even blink until Fina stepped closer to her and reached out to touch her arm.
“Would you just like to stare all night?” she asked, her smile crinkling her eyes. Marta knew she was being teased but she could only answer honestly.
“Yes.”
Because how could she not want to look at this stunning woman all night long?
She was immediately rewarded with Fina’s sweet laugh and her arms looping around Marta’s neck, and when Marta’s arms reflexively went around her in return, she was suddenly and acutely aware that there was a very naked Fina now in her arms. And that realization made her brain freeze temporarily and her breath catch, and once again, she wasn’t at all sure what she was supposed to do.
But Fina didn’t seem to have the same problem as she seemed easy and relaxed and nudged Marta’s nose with her own.
“Not that I don’t appreciate being appreciated, because I do, but I was hoping you might like to join me.”
“Join you?” Marta managed to croak. All at once, it felt like there were a million humming bees inside her head, buzzing random words that she was desperately trying to make sense of.
Join me.
Fina.
Naked.
Join me.
Touching.
Here.
Now.
Join me.
What?
“Mmmhmm,” Fina purred, her fingers sliding to Marta’s neck. “It seems to me that we’re not quite equally dressed, you and I. Or rather…” she leaned forward to place a delicate kiss to Marta’s jaw. “Undressed.”
And Marta didn’t know why, but she started to shake, and Fina immediately tipped her head back and looked at her in alarm.
“Marta?” she asked, her expression worried. “Hey, shhhh,” her hand cupped Marta’s cheek. “It’s okay. We don’t have to – “
Marta lifted her hand to cover Fina’s, shaking her head and trying to calm herself.
“Fina – it’s not that I don’t want to. I do. So much. I just…” Marta tried to gather her thoughts and then blew out a frustrated breath and decided to just be honest. “I feel silly for saying this, but…I’m so nervous. But not nervous in a way that I don’t want this. It’s…” she growled softly, annoyed with herself.
Why is this happening right now? What is wrong with me?
“Marta,” Fina’s voice found its way through the haze in Marta’s head. “Es muy normal. Te lo prometo. Y…esta bien. We can go as slow as you’d like. Do you….want me to put my clothes back on? Is this too fast?”
Marta dared to glance down at Fina’s body, the sight of which possibly made her shake harder. But she shook her head slowly, eyes fixed on Fina’s chest and the way her breasts were brushing against hers.
“Please don’t get dressed,” she whispered. “You’re stunning.” She leaned in and kissed Fina.
Fina smiled. “Just tell me what you need, mi amor.”
Be brave. You’re safe here.
Marta leaned her forehead against Fina’s and closed her eyes and simply said the words that came to her.
“Will you help me with my dress?”
Being slowly undressed by Fina was perhaps the most sensuous thing to ever happen to Marta.
As each item of clothing was removed, Fina looked into her eyes, giving her time, making sure she was comfortable. Her movements were slow, her touch reverent and respectful. It was such a simple offering, but for Marta, knowing that what she wanted and felt mattered, was exhilarating. It heighted everything – her gratitude, the thrill of this moment, her love for this woman. Her arousal.
And when the last undergarment fell to the ground, Marta stood bare in front of her lover, still trembling but standing tall because it was what she wanted.
"Estás preciosa," Fina breathed as her eyes wandered over Marta's nude form.
Marta wasn’t exactly surprised when she felt a furious blush in her cheeks and an insane desire to immediately jump under the bedcovers. Being openly admired wasn't something she was used to in any way. It wasn't that Jaime had never complimented her, but he had never looked at her like Fina was looking at her right now.
Because Marta might have been ready to jump out of her skin, but she certainly hadn't missed the way Fina's eyes just widened and the way in which her breath had shallowed as her gaze had slowly traveled over Marta's body. When Fina’s tongue darted out over her lower lip, Marta twitched when she felt an unexpected jolt between her legs, and she drew in a quick breath.
What was that?
Her body felt like all her nerve endings were coming alive, rapid firing in places she'd believed were simply not meant for her. And Fina was staring at her in such a way that Marta found herself aching, for what she wasn't even quite sure. Truthfully, it was almost a little frightening.
"Fina," she whispered.
Fina must have heard the uncertainly in her voice because her eyes snapped to hers, and she closed the slight distance between them in an instant, her hands cupping Marta's cheeks.
"¿Estás bien? Lo siento, did I say something wrong?"
And all Marta could do was shake her head because tears were pricking at her eyes and Fina's body was pressed against hers and it felt so good and so right and, oh, so, so soft, and Marta felt like if she spoke, she'd die on the spot.
But somehow, Fina seemed to understand. Her thumbs rubbed at Marta's cheeks and her forehead tilted against hers.
"Cariño, it's okay. I know this is very new. Is this too much?”
Marta managed to shake her head. "No," she said, her voice cracking, her hands tentatively running down the plane of Fina's back. "It's...not too much. I mean, it is, I feel like I'm losing my mind but...in the best way. Does that make sense?"
Fina smiled. "Perfect sense. I feel...the same."
Marta huffed. "You do?"
"You sound surprised." Fina pressed a kiss to Marta's mouth and then another to her jaw.
Marta's hands wandered to the small dip of Fina's back and then the swell of her backside.
"But you've...done this before."
Fina smiled again and whispered against Marta's mouth, "But not with you."
Marta's throat went dry.
Dios.
Fina drew back and looked at Marta. "I want this to be so good for you, and we won't do anything you're not ready for, okay?"
Marta nodded gratefully.
"Bueno,” Fina nodded back. “Now...would you like to...lie down?"
When Marta nodded again, Fina took her by the hand and pulled her to the bed.
Marta had no frame of reference for the feeling of Fina's body molded against hers - legs tangled, hips cradled together, the brush of her breasts against her own. It felt overwhelming and comforting, electric and gentle. It felt like this was exactly where she was supposed to be. And exactly who she was supposed to be with.
She smiled shyly at Fina who was simply watching her with large brown eyes.
"I don't know what to do," she admitted with a little laugh. Which wasn't quite true. She had many half-formed ideas of what she wanted to do and try, but she couldn't even begin to articulate them, much less do them.
But Fina just smiled as if that was a completely normal thing to say.
"That's okay," she said. She pushed gently at Marta's shoulder. "Lie back," she said. When Marta settled, she said, "Eso es. We’ll figure it out together, ¿bueno?”
"Bueno," Marta shivered, already starting to reel from all the possibilities in Fina’s simple words.
But Fina didn't give her time to think. She leaned in and kissed Marta softly and so very slowly. Her tongue delved into her mouth and across her teeth. Exploring. Tasting.
And Marta relaxed instantly because this…this Marta knew. This Marta loved. She felt herself melt into the kiss. Slid her hand into Fina's hair. Met her tongue with her own. Licked into Fina's mouth and heard an answering sigh and thought maybe it was the best sound she'd ever heard.
Fina finally drew back, her eyes still firmly on Marta’s mouth. "Was that okay?"
Marta nodded. "I think you already know I love your kisses."
Fina smiled knowingly. "Es verdad, I do know that. How about this?"
She leaned down and Marta felt the urge to squirm when Fina's mouth found her neck and began marking it with kisses, working her way down until she was pressing her lips softly to her shoulders and collar bones. She kissed the hollow of Marta's throat and then looked up.
Marta managed to nod. "Sss....sí," she stuttered.
"And this?"
Marta bit her lip as she anticipated Fina's next move, but Fina simply lay her hand over Marta's stomach, tracing soothing circles across her skin, another smile crossing her face when Marta's muscles jumped. Holding Marta's eyes, she slid her own body down and then, oh, madre mía, Fina's mouth was where her hand had just been.
Marta gasped and one hand reflexively buried itself in Fina's hair, the other covering her own mouth to keep from making any noise.
Fina was immediately beside her again, pulling her hand away.
"You don't have to be quiet," she told her, kissing her knuckles. "I want to hear you. I want to know if you're enjoying what I'm doing."
Marta didn’t know what to say. With Jaime, she'd never been moved to make any sound, and now? Fina had only just kissed her stomach, and already her body was reacting in ways she had never known. What was going to happen if...when...
She knew she must have looked wildly confused.
"Yo...yo nunca...no lo sé..."
"Marta," Fina said reaching to stroke her face, "You're okay. Let me take care of you. You can just let yourself feel."
Marta listened to Fina's voice and nodded. Reminded herself again that with Fina, what she felt counted, what she felt was important.
She knew that would take some getting used to.
"Yo...intentaré," she said after a moment. "That..." she swallowed hard, and spoke before she could second-guess herself. "...what you were doing...that felt...I liked it."
Fina brushed her nose against Marta's. "¿Ah, sí? Would you like me to do it again?"
Marta managed to nod, and then Fina's mouth was back on her stomach, kissing, licking. Her tongue slid across her navel, and Marta moaned it felt so good and then Fina did it again and Marta moaned even louder. She thought this alone could be the thing to kill her, Fina methodically kissing her abdomen, nipping at her ribs, drawing her tongue up over her sternum, but then...
Marta's head snapped up, eyes wide when Fina softly mouthed the swell of Marta's breast. She gasped, her throat bobbed, and the pressure at the base of her spine flared, her body clearly reacting to what her mind could not yet comprehend. But then her eyes found Fina's, dark brown once again patiently asking for permission, and Marta instantly calmed. Here, now, she knew she was safe. Loved.
She nodded, nerves and curiosity warring for dominance, but Fina smiled slowly in a way that worked itself through Marta's entire body, and when Fina's mouth found her breast once more, Marta dropped her head back and did as Fina asked. She let herself feel.
And what she felt was exquisite.
Fina's mouth was hot against her, her tongue soft. Her body was now half draped across Marta's, and every time she moved, a pop of electricity skittered across her skin. Every point where they were touching felt like a match being struck. But when Fina's hand moved to cradle her breast and her mouth closed over her nipple, the sensation was like nothing she had ever ever felt. It was gentle. Delicate. Yet it made her body tense in the most delicious way. It was inflaming. And she had never -
"Oh!" The sound tore itself from her throat when Fina's tongue flicked against her.
Fina raised her head and she smiled up at Marta. "¿Estás bien?"
Marta laughed a little self-consciously. "No. Pero sí. Fina, yo nunca...."
How was she supposed to tell Fina any of the things she was feeling right now? How did she tell her that her body had never felt so alive? That she'd never felt so seen? And how she could she possibly explain the difference between now and before now? Because it wasn't as if Jaime hadn't been kind, it wasn't as if he hadn't tried in his own way. But she had never ever had such wanton desire course through her like it was at this very moment. She had never had such a need to be touched, such an anticipation for the next sensation.
"Lo sé, mi amor," Fina cupped her other breast, grazed her thumb over its peak, causing the sensitive skin to pucker. Marta practically jumped and then surprised herself by tugging Fina up and kissing her firmly. Fina sucked at the corner of her mouth. "Do I have ask if you liked that?"
Marta shook her head. "No."
Fina nipped at her jaw and then her tongue traced the shell of her ear.
"Marta," Fina's breath tickled her ear even as her thumb continued to tease and tease and make Marta's flesh ache. "I want to touch you everywhere. It feels like a madness I want it so much. But I don't want to....Dios," Fina's breath caught as Marta closed Fina's hand over her breast, kneading, the sensation of Fina's palm dragging over her nipple wonderfully unbearable. Fina chuckled, kissing just below Marta's ear. "I don’t want to rush you."
Marta turned her head, found Fina's mouth with hers and found her bravery. "Quiero que me toques. Por favor."
"¿Estás segura? ¿No es demasiado?"
Marta let out a shaky breath and smiled. "Es totalmente demasiado y quiero más. Fina, you're making me feel things right now I have never felt in my life. I didn't even know I could feel this way." She cupped Fina's cheeks with both hands. "I know I said I was nervous, and I am, but I also feel so safe. I know you're not going to hurt me or ask me to do something I don't want. And I want to be here right now, with you, completely. I want to know what I've been missing."
Fina's forehead dropped against Marta's and she smiled. "Bueno. I want to know what I've been missing, too."
And then both she and Marta were laughing, their noses bumping together because the release felt good and easy and joyful. And when the laughter turned into kisses and the kisses turned into breathy moans, Fina slipped her leg over Marta's and began to touch her in a way she'd simply never experienced.
Fina's hands moved slowly and surely over Marta's entire body. Her fingers dipped into her curves and traced her angles. She swept her palm over her shoulders, her neck, and her arms. She traced patterns over her ribs, eyes flashing when Marta's stomach muscles jumped erratically. When she cradled her breast and squeezed lightly, Marta whimpered.
The sensation sent another intense pulse straight between Marta’s legs and she reflexively clenched them together, the pressure doing little to ease the ache between them. Marta felt hot and light-headed and like she was somehow falling from the sky and anchored to something so solid at the same time. Every new touch, every time Fina found a sensitive spot, was a discovery. An absolute revelation.
But all that was nothing, nothing compared to when Fina's hand drifted to Marta's hip. She trailed her fingers lightly over the jut of bone, and then down over her thigh. Marta's breath shallowed, and when Fina slipped her hand between her knees, Marta looked at her wildly, nerves flaring again.
Fina soothed her, kissed her. "Do you want me to stop?" she murmured.
Dios, no.
Marta licked her lips. "Por favor, no."
Fina nudged her nose with her own and again said, "Tell me what you need."
Fina's fingers circled the inside of her knee, the very sensation maddening.
Marta forced herself to breathe and center herself, to feel the calm at the center of the barely-controlled frenzy radiating through her body. Because the nerves were there, they were a given, and she doubted they were going anywhere. But she also knew how much she wanted this. Here. Now. And though she was once again shaking in anticipation, she knew exactly what she needed.
So she took a deep, steady breath and parted her legs slightly, and saw Fina's eyes widen. She leaned up and kissed her. "All I need is you."
She heard the answering moan from Fina, felt her kiss her back, and then her hand was sliding up the inside of her thighs. Marta twitched as it moved higher and higher, and then Fina’s fingers, oh, they brushed delicately through the soft hair at their apex. Marta felt her stomach drop and she marveled for a second that she was even still conscious. Surely, no one was meant to feel all this?
But then Fina's fingers slipped between her legs, into the heat of her, so very gently, and Marta absolutely forgot how to breathe.
She clutched at Fina blindly, arching, as the oxygen shot out of her lungs, and her entire existence narrowed to Fina's fingers sliding against her.
What was happening? How was this possible?
Marta felt wild. Untethered.
Overwhelmed.
"Respira, mi amor," Fina whispered. "You have to breathe."
Marta shook her head and dug her fingernails into Fina's shoulders, her lungs refusing to cooperate. But Fina, as she had all night, seemed to know exactly what Marta needed to hear.
"Marta," she said, kissing her jaw. "Confía en mi. It feels even better when you breathe."
Marta shook her head again, confident she might never draw another breath, but oxygen rushed back into her lungs when she asked, “Better?” in disbelief.
How could this feel better?!
The moment she breathed, though, her body naturally relaxed and Fina's fingers delved further and Marta was forced to acknowledge the truth of Fina’s words. Her hips arched of their own accord and she gasped and Fina touched and touched.
Her entire body felt like a live wire.
Crackling.
Sparking.
Snapping.
And Fina was the one guiding it. Ushering her toward something Marta couldn't even begin to comprehend.
How could anything, anything feel this physically good?
Was this supposed to be happening? Was she supposed to feel like this?
Was this normal?
But Fina didn't give Marta any more time to contemplate those questions. Because her fingers began moving with intention, touching her with long, languid strokes, sliding easily against her.
And Marta's entire existence narrowed to the unfamiliar yet intoxicating pressure building in her core. It felt extraordinary. Wonderful. A little unnerving.
Was it possible to want something to last forever and be desperate to see how it would end at the same time?
She lifted her eyes to Fina who was watching her intently, even as she continued to touch Marta in the most intimate way Marta had ever known.
"¿Estas todavía conmigo, mi amor?"
Marta slid her hands into Fina's hair, pulled her mouth against her, and kissed her hungrily. Messily. Sliding her tongue against hers, sucking at her lower lip. Trying to convey everything she was feeling.
"I wouldn't be anywhere else."
Fina's mouth curved against hers. "Neither would I." And just as she spoke, her fingers moved higher and circled, and such a shock of pleasure shot through Marta, such a fever rushed through her body that she thought perhaps she was suffering from a sudden delirium. Her mouth fell open and no sound came out. Her thighs began to shake, her spine stiffened, and all she knew was that she did not want Fina to ever ever stop.
A whimper clawed its way from her throat. Her hands clenched in Fina's hair. She was dimly aware that it might be too much, but she couldn't loosen her grip. And Fina...Fina didn’t seem to mind in the least.
In fact, she was looking at Marta like she wanted to devour her. Like she couldn't wait to see Marta's next reaction. She was murmuring seductive, encouraging things, and her fingers continued to circle her. They slid over Marta's startlingly sensitive flesh, pressing and stroking.
Only one word came to Marta's mind.
Only one.
"Más," she whispered into Fina's mouth. "Más."
And in the space of a few seconds, Marta's entire concept of desire and arousal and pleasure was again turned inside out.
No, not just turned inside out.
Blown away.
Obliterated.
Because Fina shifted over her, her hips sinking perfectly into the cradle of her own, her hand now nestled between their bodies and...
Santa madre de Dios.
...she began to rock her hips against Marta's.
It was slow at first - an easy rhythm. A measured friction.
It was a small chance to breathe, to understand the new sensation of Fina's weight pressing into her, grounding her.
But it lasted only moments. Seconds.
Or maybe...maybe it was hours or days. Or minutes. Or a lifetime.
Marta had no idea. It didn't matter. Because when Fina's thigh slipped between Marta's legs and pressed, pressed just right against the fingers already doing fantastic things to her, time simply ceased to exist.
And Marta didn't care.
She was hurtling toward something she had never experienced. She was absolutely positive she was about to fly apart. This could not be normal. A person couldn't survive whatever she was speeding toward. And she had no control over it. None whatsoever. She couldn't stop it. Couldn't even slow it down.
Her whole body was shaking, straining. It felt like there was a fire in her gut, roaring, coming to consume her. Her hands were grasping at Fina's back, desperate to find some purchase. Anything, anything to hold on to.
"Fina," she stuttered, her voice hoarse and ragged and barely recognizable to her own ears, "I feel...." Her teeth were practically chattering, "What's...I…feel like I'm about to fly away..."
Fina kissed her, dropped her head into the crook of Marta's neck, hummed in acknowledgment of Marta's words. "Then fly, mi amor. Fly for me. As high as you can."
Fly for me.
Fina's velvet voice in Marta's ear was all it took.
Her hips lifted to meet Fina's in counterpoint, their bodies meeting, heated and straining, Fina's fingers thrusting just so, and Marta's world exploded.
Her body locked. Her mind went gloriously blank. A sensation she'd never know, tremulant and charged and untamed, blossomed through every nerve she possessed, every limb, every corner. It took hold of every one of her senses and demanded her total surrender.
It was magic.
It was primal.
And it was perfect.
Marta had no idea how long she clutched Fina, head tucked under hers as breath and awareness slowly found her lungs and mind again. Her brain felt hazy and yet somehow hyper-aware. Fina's skin was warm against hers, and she held Marta tightly, one hand absently rubbing her upper arm. Marta breathed in and out, inhaling, and her eyes drifted closed. Would this scent stay in her memory for the rest of her life? Lemons and clean sweat and the start of something delicate and new?
When she finally dared to look up, she found warm brown eyes looking back at her with a mixture of affection, satisfaction, and...amusement.
Marta flushed and immediately buried her head back into Fina's neck.
"Don’t look at me like that."
"Like what?" came the reply and Marta could hear Fina’s smile.
"Like you knew that was going to happen and you were just waiting for it."
"What if I did and I was?"
Marta groaned, pressing her forehead harder to Fina's shoulder.
"I feel like...like a teenager. Like I have no idea what I'm doing."
Fina kissed Marta's hair. "Good, I'm glad."
Marta's head popped up. "Good?"
"Sí. When you feel that kind of pleasure...it should make you feel like...like an entire world has opened up that you never knew existed."
Marta huffed.
"Fina, that wasn't just...pleasure. That was...that was..." Marta floundered, unable to find the words.
Fina touched her face, looked right into her eyes. "Cariño, that's what it should feel like. When you're connected with a person, when you feel safe and cared for, your body and your mind," she tapped Marta's temple, "They respond to that. And that you felt safe enough here, with me, to let go...I can't tell you what a gift that was. Gracias por confiar en mí."
Marta's eyebrows lifted. "I honestly thought that, well, that..." she gestured vaguely, unused to talking about such things.
"Orgasms?" Fina provided helpfully with another smile as she propped her head up on her hand.
Marta felt herself flush again and nearly rolled her eyes at herself. She was a grown woman and this was perhaps the first time she was even attempting to talk about intimacy in any way. She and Jaime had never talked. Whenever they'd been together, she'd always felt like he was vaguely disappointed in her, and she, in turn, always felt ashamed of that. She wasn't sure if talking would have helped, but they'd never even tried. And now, here was Fina, being open and forthright, and it was all so new.
"Sí, " she nodded and took a big breath. "There was a part of me that thought...orgasms...were...a myth. Or...just something made up in books. With Jaime -" she stopped suddenly, eyed Fina. "Lo siento, I shouldn't be talking about my husband right now."
"Shht," Fina reached out and touched Marta's arm. "None of that. You don't have to hide your life from me. You can always talk freely."
Marta frowned, considered that, and at last nodded. "Well, it's just....with Jaime, I never even came close to something like that. I always thought...I just wasn't very good at it. Or...I was a person who just wasn't interested."
Fina raised her eyebrows. "And now?"
Marta looked over Fina's nude form, taking in its very enticing curves, noting with some surprise how desire somehow stirred lazily in her belly again, and laughed a little self-consciously. "I think I'm interested now."
Fina threw her head back and laughed. She then leaned up and kissed her.
"I think you're right about that."
Marta leaned into the kiss and sighed. She tilted her head against Fina's and decided to be brave yet again.
"Fina?"
"Mmm?"
"That...ah....that’s happened to you before?"
There was a brief pause and then Fina nodded.
"Sí." And then, "I hope that doesn't bother you?"
Marta's eyebrow knitted. "Bother me? Why would it bother me?"
Fina's face scrunched up. "Well, that there have been..." She cleared her throat. "...others."
"Oh," Marta replied, realizing what Fina was implying. "No, it doesn’t bother me. You've had a life before this, Fina. I know that. I was asking because....well," she took a deep breath. "Because I wanted to ask...." She squeezed her eyes closed and made herself say what she wanted. The words came out in a tumbled rush. "I wanted to ask you to show me how to make you feel that way, too."
There was a moment of silence and then Fina's hand was cupping Marta's jaw and she heard,
"Marta, mírame."
Marta slowly opened her eyes and found Fina looking at her softly.
"Mi amor, I know this is all a lot for you. There are no expectations here, least of all from me. We can go slowly. You don't have to -"
Marta cut her off with a hard press of her lips. "Fina, lo sé. Y gracias. Thank you for making me feel safe and offering me all the time I need. I'm not...I'm not asking because I think I have to. I'm asking because I want to. I want to make you feel like I just did. I want...I want to see you like that. Because I know," she smiled and kissed softly at the corner of Fina's mouth. "You will be beautiful."
She felt a tremor run through Fina's body and felt a small tendril of...satisfaction?
Did I just do that?
Oh. Marta liked the thought of that.
Fina was now looking at her with darkened eyes, and Marta saw her throat bob when she swallowed.
"Marta..." Fina licked her lips and once again asked the question that made Marta love her just a little bit more. "¿Estás segura?"
Marta nodded immediately with a small laugh. "I don't think I've been surer of anything in my life."
And Fina laughed in return and nodded back and kissed Marta and pulled her closer.
"Bueno. Then...I would very much like it if you touched me. If that’s what you want." Fina's eyebrow quirked and a devilish smile curled her lips and Marta knew the next thing out of Fina's gorgeous mouth was going to be something provocative. "Do you want to touch me, Doña Marta?"
And Marta should have rolled her eyes and swatted at Fina like she had previously when she'd used her title, except the way Fina said it just now sent a sharp tingle all the way down her spine and she suddenly was considering how she might not mind it after all. So instead, all she did was swallow and nod, and Fina smiled as if she knew exactly what she'd just done. She lay back against a pillow and looked up at Marta steadily.
"Then touch me however you’d like."
Marta’s eyes widened, and for a few seconds, she just stared, again captivated by Fina’s sheer beauty and the possibilities of her invitation. In truth, Marta had never thought about what it would be like to touch another woman. It wasn't something she'd ever even considered a possibility. How could she have?
Until now.
Until this woman.
Because now? Now she wanted to touch everywhere, know everything - what her skin felt like, where the sensitive places were, what made her shiver. She wanted to know every last millimeter of her body and how to make her tremble under her hands.
The only thing was, she wasn't entirely sure how to start.
But then a little voice whispered in her head.
Just start.
Just feel.
Just. Start.
Marta felt Fina’s eyes on her when Marta's fingers rather innocently settled against her cheek. She let them rest there for several moments, steadying her breath, seeking affirmation in Fina’s gaze, before she started her careful exploration of the wonder that was this incredible woman.
She began, tentatively, with the shell of her ear, fingers moving over its outline, memorizing the shape. She moved to Fina’s jaw and both eyebrows and saw how Fina’s eyes fluttered with a sigh. When the tip of Marta’s finger playfully skated up and over the tip of her nose, Fina’s bright smile was her reward. It was a smile Marta immediately returned when her thumb drew slowly over Fina’s lower lip and Fina briefly nipped at the pad with her teeth.
“It’s not nice to bite,” Marta murmured, daring to tease.
But she should have known better.
“¿Dice quién?” Fina returned with a flick of an eyebrow and a smirk, and Marta bit back a groan at the implications of that. She shook her head at Fina’s satisfied grin, but chose to continue her exploration rather than get into a battle of innuendo she would likely lose.
Instead, she slid her fingers to Fina’s shoulders and the slope of her neck, wandering across ridges and small dips. She trailed over her neck and the sharp bone of her clavicle. And when she reached the hollow of her throat, she leaned down and placed a soft kiss to the delicate skin there. At Fina’s small hum, she did it a second time, and remembering her earlier thought, her tongue tentatively darted out.
A low thrum worked its way through Marta’s chest.
At the first true taste of Fina's skin, warm and slightly salty, Marta knew she was ruined forever. Possibly longer.
Because while she hadn't even done one one-hundredth of everything running through her head, she knew this - nothing and nobody else would ever compare. This was the skin she wanted to taste for the rest of her life, this was the person meant for her kisses and her hands and her commitment and her love.
And that mere thought brought tears to her eyes, quickly spilling onto Fina's chest before she was even aware.
But Fina, of course, noticed immediately. "Marta, ¿qué ocurre?"
Marta looked up and shook her head, swiping at her eyes.
"Nada, nada. Te lo juro. Sólo estaba pensando en que ya no puedo imaginar mi vida sin ti."
"Mi amor," Fina breathed, reaching for her cheek and stroking her thumb tenderly against it. "Es lo mismo para mí."
And Marta smiled brilliantly at her and kissed her then, long and slow, pressing all her promises and devotion and longing against Fina's lips, and all the things she wanted to say and simply couldn't right now. She moaned when her tongue found Fina’s again, and it was only with some effort, she pulled back.
"Fina, quiero...." She trailed off, her eyes sliding to the side, her mind a tumult of all the things she wanted to do at this moment and what she was also nervous to do and how she wanted to do it right.
"Marta," Fina's gentle voice interrupted Marta's thoughts and she looked up. Fina’s hand was still cupping her face. "Don't think so much," she said with a smile, as if reading Marta's mind. "Just do what you want. Do what feels good."
Marta's eyebrows rose and she huffed a little at how easily Fina apparently read her and also at deceptively simple Fina's words seemed. "I want to do what feels good for you."
Fina tsked, rubbed her thumb across Marta's jaw, her gaze soft. "It will because it's you, cariño. You said all you needed was me, ¿verdad?" Marta nodded and Fina's gaze softened even more. "And all I need is you. Because you are more than enough."
Marta let those words sink in. She absorbed them, felt them settle into her.
And when she at last let her hand slide to curve her palm around Fina's breast, when she heard Fina's answering gasp, her nerves receded. Because Fina was reacting to her touch, she was arching into her hand, and she was sighing her name into the room.
It was everything.
And now all she wanted was more.
Marta carefully circled her thumb around the dusky center of Fina's breast, once, twice, and then dragged it slowly across its peak. Fina's nipple stiffened, pert and perfect, and Marta's mouth practically watered when she heard, "Dios, Marta." Fina's head pressed harder against the pillow, her hand gripped Marta's upper arm, and Marta didn't think, didn't hesitate. She just dropped her head and closed her mouth over Fina.
Madre mía.
Her nipple was hard velvet against her tongue, and the skin puckered when Marta licked across it, pulled it fully into her mouth. She swiped her tongue around the hardened nub, flicked at it, tasting just as she wanted. She took her time, listened to the cadence of Fina’s breath. But what made Marta groan was when she nicked her nipple with her teeth quite by accident, and Fina's hand slid into her hair, grasped her curls, and practically ordered, "Otra vez."
Not in any of her many fantasies in recent days had Marta anticipated how incredibly arousing it would be to hear Fina demand what she wanted. Or how equally arousing it would be to provide it. When Marta drew Fina's nipple once more into her mouth and tugged it gently between her teeth, she heard Fina's answering whine of satisfaction and felt an immediate heat flood her abdomen. She did it a second time and Fina whined louder.
Emboldened and enthralled, she quickly found herself draped over Fina, her mouth on her other breast, kissing and licking and sucking and nipping just to hear Fina make the sound again. She could live on that sound.
Perhaps, as it turned out, it was nice to bite after all.
"Marta," Fina gasped, "Bésame."
The second Fina spoke, Marta was shifting, pressing Fina beneath her, mouth on hers, sliding her tongue past her teeth, kissing her as if it was a holy decree. And maybe it was. In this moment, she was more convinced of God's existence than ever.
But when Fina's leg hooked over her hip, drawing her flush against her own body, there was no more question in Marta’s mind of a higher power. This feeling, this freedom could have no other explanation, and she would spend the rest of her days supplicating herself on this altar and worshipping at this church.
She sunk her hips into Fina’s in response, heard a small moan, and immediately felt the dewy spring of hair between Fina's legs scratch enticingly against her thigh. For a second, she startled and exhaled sharply, surprised by the new sensation, soft and slick and distinctly feminine. But even more surprising was how her body instantly reacted – such a throbbing pulse and wanton craving coiled through her very veins that she whined loudly and instinct simply took over and she began to move.
Her hips rolled into Fina's; her hand moved to pull her leg higher; she breathed roughly against Fina's mouth. They moved together, rocking slowly and intentionally, an echo of an ancient ritual and yet something they were creating that was entirely new and all their own. And Fina was glorious beneath her. Her hands were buried in Marta’s hair, fisted at the nape of her neck, and she was making the most wonderful sounds each time their hips met, sounds meant for Marta's ears only.
There was nothing, nothing to which Marta could compare this.
How had she never known such a thing existed? Every breath, every slide of sweat-slicked skin, every heated kiss was a fresh discovery of sound and taste and sensation. Her body was waking up from the longest sleep, uncovering colors and rhythms and melodies she'd never even heard of but that felt as natural as the seasons turning, as if they had just been patiently waiting for Marta to discover them. And now that she had, she wanted to hear every song, paint with every color, and unlock hidden keys that no one had ever sung in before right now.
At that thought, she stilled and looked down at Fina, saw brown eyes flutter open, hooded and more than a little unfocused.
"¿Pasa algo?" Fina asked, her voice rough and low. Marta struggled and failed not to laugh because the thought that something was wrong was ridiculous. She shook her head.
"No, mi amor. Nada. I just..." she licked her lips and her gaze dropped to Fina's mouth and then back up. "I really want to touch you."
Fina's eyebrow popped up and a smile tugged at her mouth. "I know my head is not at its best right now, but I think that’s exactly what you’re doing."
Marta rolled her eyes and made a face. "No, I mean...touch you." Her eyes drifted down Fina's torso to where Fina's legs were bracketing hers.
"Oh," Fina exhaled. "I see."
Marta immediately looked up. "¿Está bien?"
Fina laughed softly. "Por supuesto," she replied, reaching up and kissing Marta. "I think I'd like that very much."
Taking a deep breath, Marta carefully settled herself back at Fina's side and splayed her hand over Fina's stomach. She felt a shiver go through her, felt the rise and fall of her erratic breath.
She kissed Fina's shoulder and then rested her forehead against her jaw.
"Fina?"
"Hmmm?"
"Will you help me?"
In reply, Fina reached to pick up Marta's hand, brought it to her lips and placed a soft kiss in its palm and then placed it back where it had been, but now with her hand covering Marta's.
"I will always help you, Marta. Siempre. Tú y yo. Juntas."
Marta sighed and nodded. “Juntas.”
And under Fina's guidance, Marta's hand slid down Fina's torso until her fingers encountered the dark curls at the junction of Fina's thighs. Soft and springy, Marta held her breath as her fingers threaded through them, sliding lower until Marta could feel damp heat under her palm.
She swallowed, nerves starting to get the better of her again.
“Stop thinking, Marta,” Fina chided gently, reading Marta easily yet again. “Just feel.”
Just feel.
Fina pressed gently, Marta’s fingers slid between her legs, and then her brain simply ceased working.
She was only sensation. Only feeling and nerve endings.
Soft, liquid heat. Fina’s sigh. The ringing permeating her entire body. The lingering taste of Fina’s kiss on her tongue. The warm, heady scent of them.
Marta felt like she was both fighting to fill her lungs with oxygen and breathing pure rarified air.
She had no way to describe what it felt like to touch Fina in this way, but she knew without a doubt it was meant for her. Because this…this was what poets wrote about. This was why songwriters composed ballads. This was what artists painted in hues of red and gold.
It had never been that she wasn’t made for this. It was just that she had been waiting for someone who was made for her.
“Fina,” Marta breathed, her fingers growing slick as she tentatively touched. “Did I…is this because of me?”
Did she have the power to cause this? Was it possible that for the last few days as Marta fought for every millimeter of self-control each time she even caught a glimpse of Fina, señorita Valero had been equally…bothered?
Fina made an amused sound. “Of course, it’s because of you,” she husked. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about this? Of you touching me exactly like this?”
Marta caught Fina’s lips with hers. Hearing that Fina suffered in the same way made her feel bold.
“I thought about it, too,” she admitted, sliding her fingers fully and slowly against her, savoring the way Fina’s eyes rolled and fluttered. She groaned into Marta’s mouth and her hips lifted slightly to meet Marta’s hand.
“Then show me. I need you to show me, Marta.”
And Marta did.
Because suddenly, touching Fina seemed as easy as breathing. She realized it didn’t matter that she didn’t entirely know what she was doing. She was sure of what she wanted, and she was equally sure that Fina wanted the same. To hell with the rest of it – she had a lifetime to figure it out.
This woman, in this moment, was the only important thing, who was looking at her with love and desire and did not expect Marta to be anyone other than who she was, who had changed Marta’s entire life in ways Marta suspected she didn’t even yet know.
Show me.
Marta sighed and kissed her, and simply let her fingers start to explore. Slowly. Carefully. All her concentration narrowed to Fina’s reactions, to the way her lips parted on stuttered breath, the way she grasped at the bedsheet beneath her. She murmured questions in Fina’s ear and noted when Fina’s breath shortened and her nails dug into the flesh of Marta’s hip as she answered them.
Which only made Marta ask more.
Because hearing Fina tell her what she wanted, oh, that made Marta absolutely ache. Fina’s confidence was intoxicating, her directness addicting. And she was discovering quickly that there was nothing quite like the sound of Fina’s pleasure – it rang through her, permeated her body, and sent pressure rushing straight back between her legs in a breathtaking way. Immediately impatient for more, she drew Fina’s leg once more over her own hip, and Fina’s arms wrapped around her, nails scratching so enticingly down Marta’s back that she groaned into their next kiss.
But when Fina showed her just how to circle her fingers, guiding them with her own and eagerly whispering, “Eso es,” Marta couldn’t stop the quiver that traveled the length of her body. Because as soon as Fina’s hand was back in her hair, and Marta’s fingers began to circle, she could feel Fina begin to tense, heard her small whimpers grow louder with every stroke. And all Marta wanted was to see how this would end. To see Fina let go in the most beautiful way she could imagine.
She didn’t think, didn’t hesitate, just rolled Fina beneath her.
Their breath came in rapid staccato, heated skin meeting heated skin, Fina arching up into Marta, and Marta braced over her, her fingers sliding against her again and again and again, her own body straining.
And then Fina’s eyes flew open. They locked onto Marta’s, wide and ethereally dark. Her hands twined into Marta’s hair, pulled her down, and kissed her so thoroughly that Marta dizzied. Her tongue delved into Marta’s mouth. Tasting her. Claiming her. Her nails scratched at Marta’s scalp. And her legs…her legs were all but clamped around Marta’s hips.
Marta could barely breathe. Certainly couldn’t think. She was only stimulus. Only response.
And only two words echoed in her head.
“Show me,” she whispered against Fina’s jaw. And then louder, bolder, her fingers and her voice and her soul asking. Imploring.
“Show me.”
Fina’s climax was the most beautiful thing Marta had seen in her entire life. She clenched around Marta’s hand, suspended for a moment at the pinnacle of pleasure, and then she shuddered beneath her, lips parted on a fractured gasp, eyes squeezed shut and head tipped back.
Stunning. Glorious.
Marta watched every breath, every twitch, every small spasm that worked its way through her body. In awe, she witnessed Fina’s profound beauty and vulnerability and the gift she’d just given her. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced and she knew she’d remember this sight until the day she left this earth.
When Fina’s eyes opened again and warm carob focused and found hers, Marta smiled.
“Tenía razón,” she whispered, more than a little proud of herself. “Preciosa.”
“Mmm,” Fina hummed in agreement, which only made Marta grin wider, but it wasn’t until Fina reached up for her that Marta realized she herself was still trembling. And when Fina drew her down in a soft kiss, it didn't help that their bodies completely pressed against each other. Marta practically jerked at the contact before she could control her reaction, and despite her very limited experience, she became very sure of exactly one thing.
God help her, she was very much aroused again.
Fina looked at her. “¿Estás bien?”
Marta nodded, pressing her lips together, forcing a deep breath into her lungs as kissed Fina again, willing herself to calm down. But the second kiss only confirmed the heighted state of her body and this time she moaned.
“Oh,” Fina breathed and then immediately smiled. “Now I understand.” Before Marta could come up with any sort of excuse, Fina’s hand wriggled between them and her fingers were once again between Marta’s legs. “Ohhhh, Marta.”
Marta swallowed, caught Fina’s wrist, and reflexively shook her head and dropped her eyes, for some reason a little embarrassed. “Lo siento. No sé qué me pasa….”
Fina sat up, forcing Marta to straddle her lap until they were face to face.
“Wrong with you?” she echoed. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. This is…Marta, por favor, mírame.” Marta looked up, tentatively, and found Fina looking back at her earnestly. “This is normal. It’s…wonderful. I consider this,” and holding Marta’s gaze, Fina’s hand slowly slid once more into Marta’s heat, “the greatest compliment. This tells me how much you’ve enjoyed tonight.”
Marta could hardly deny Fina’s words or the way her body was once more reacting to her touch. Reaching for it.
“Sí,” she whispered, nodding, her embarrassment starting to ebb in the face of Fina's ardent response. Marta was merely the smoldering ember that Fina was so effortless stoking.
“How much you want to do it again.” Fina’s teeth raked against her jaw, a sharp nip in contrast to the impossibly soft way she was touching her.
“Sí.” Marta’s eyes slipped shut and her hips began rocking against Fina’s hand, small tendrils of fire licking at her, rising.
Was this real?
Fina’s fingers slid lower, pressing. “How maybe you want more?”
Marta rose slightly on her knees, simply reacting. “Sí.”
She wanted more. So much more.
“¿Más?”
Marta nodded again and practically whined.
“Más.”
“Bueno.” Fina mouthed her throat, kissing. Licking. “Tell me you want me inside you, Marta.”
Marta nearly choked.
Dios.
The words were plain and yet somehow sounded nearly pornographic to Marta’s ears. She had never been talked to like this. And she had never, never been asked to voice any request in bed. It felt shameless. Indecent. Sinful.
Alluring.
Fina continued to kiss at her neck, her fingers teasing and pressing but holding back, keeping Marta from the thing she was rapidly realizing she wanted very much.
“I need you to tell me, Marta.” Fina’s voice was soft. Seductive. Beckoning her like a Siren.
“I can’t,” Marta whispered, her voice hoarse with an unbearable tension. How could she say those words?
Fina’s fingers circled and probed and tantalized. “You can, mi amor. Just tell me what you want, and I promise, I will give it to you. All you have to do is ask.”
“Mmmm,” Marta stuttered, her hips jerking erratically with every slide of Fina’s fingers. Her body was deciding for her, clear about what it wanted it, even as her head resisted. She grasped Fina’s face in her hands. Tipped her forehead against hers. Clenched her teeth in frustration and the heat of temptation.
All you have to do is ask.
She closed her eyes, saw the words in front of her, willed them to her lips. She felt desire and courage stir in her gut, heard Fina’s small intake of breath, and finally said the words.
“I want you inside me.”
Her voice was low and needy, and a hot flush immediately flooded her body at how bawdy the words sounded to her ears. How foreign.
And, God help her, how freeing.
Fina kissed her jaw, raked her teeth across Marta’s earlobe. “Thank you for asking,” she murmured. And then she bent her wrist and pressed and Marta cried out with relief when Fina slid inside her.
When release washed over her a second time, it was gentler, but still utterly magical. And Fina drew out every last, delicious tremor until Marta simply collapsed in her arms, a mere shell of the woman who had walked into the room hours ago, changed inexorably, down to the very marrow of her bones.
Marta sighed when Fina pulled the duvet up over her shoulders and snuggled her face into the crook of her shoulder, her arm thrown over Fina’s stomach.
She was still mostly useless, a tangle of heavy limbs and a mind still trying to process everything that had just happened. She felt so at peace despite the possible consequences lying in front of her. No one could take this feeling away from her. No one could take from her what she’d just been given.
“Gracias, Fina. No tengo palabras –”
“Shhh,” Fina hushed, kissing the top of her head. “Las palabras no son necesarias. Entiendo. Y gracias a ti también.”
Marta sighed again, her body feeling loose and heavy. “Fue mágico.”
“De acuerdo.”
Marta curled more fully around Fina. “I’ve never done that before,” she admitted absently, her fingers finding and playing with Fina’s.
She heard a soft snort and Fina’s shoulder bobbed under her head.
“I know, Marta.”
Marta lifted her head, frowning a little. “No, not that. Well, yes, that,” she said off Fina’s amused look, “But I meant more when you asked me…ah…when you asked me to say what I…wanted.”
“Mmmm,” Fina nodded in understanding, reaching up to tuck a loose curl behind Marta’s ear. “¿Y? ¿Cómo te sintió?”
Marta thought for a second. “Extraño. Creo que me gusto, pero…era extraño.”
Fina nodded again. “Lo sé. As women, we’re never taught to ask for what we want. We’re either told or we’re ignored. I’m not sure which is worse. But Marta, I want you to know that with me, you can ask for exactly what you want, in bed or out. I promise to listen and I promise to always give you my respect. Because it’s so very important.”
Marta kissed Fina’s shoulder, feeling slightly overwhelmed. “I agree. I think I also have a lot to learn.”
“One step at a time, cariño.”
“Please be patient with me.”
“Siempre,” Fina kissed Marta’s forehead.
“But, also,” Marta lifted her head again and grinned, “Sometimes don’t be.”
Fina saw the look on Marta’s face and her eyes lit up. “Ahh, ¿sí? Does Marta de la Reina want to be pushed out of her comfort zone on occasion?”
Marta’s mouth twitched, trying to appear nonchalant. “Quizás.”
“Pues,” Fina stretched forward to kiss Marta, lingering on her bottom lip, “Te lo dije…all you have to do is ask.” She wagged her eyebrows suggestively, and Marta laughed and kissed her back.
When they finally parted, her gaze settled happily on Fina’s. “How is it that before these last few months I had no idea that I wanted to ravish you?”
Fina made a scandalized face. “Ravish me? And here we just got done talking about listening to and respecting each other.”
“Oh, I absolutely will do those things,” Marta confirmed, leaning in to kiss Fina’s neck and then kissing it again just because she could. “But the ravishing part, that’s what is holding my interest at the moment.”
“Why do I have a feeling that I’m now going to be worrying about where your hands are at all times?”
Marta’s hand wandered to Fina’s backside and squeezed. “Because I will definitely be spending my days thinking about where I want to put them,” she murmured.
Fina’s arms snaked around Marta, pinched her softly. “You’re going to have to find a way to control yourself, mi amor. You know that, right?”
Marta pulled a frown. “You should have thought about that before you started all of this,” she told her, beginning to draw down the sheet covering Fina’s chest. Her eyes flashed when the curve of one breast revealed itself.
Fina made a scoffing sound. “Before I started all of this? Need I remind you, señora, that it was you who kissed me in that storeroom?”
Marta shrugged, her mind already on other, more naked things. “The details aren’t important.”
Before Marta knew it, she was on her back, being pressed into the sheets, laughing and struggling against Fina’s hold until she gave up, arms pinned above her head, Fina hovering bare above her.
“The details are the only things that are important,” Fina informed her, her gaze running the length of Marta and back. “Cada detalle. Cada rincon.”
Marta’s eyes widened when she heard her words from their first night here echoed back to her. She slid her palms into Fina’s, laced their fingers together, and smiled up at the woman she was already so hopelessly in love with.
“Show me.”