Chapter 20

Emily - YEARS AGO

The year had finally ended. I was finishing high school, and next year I’d be heading to college in the neighboring town. I wouldn’t be able to see Marcos every day, but in a few months, he’d move there, and we’d live together.

Of course, my mom nearly lost it. I was too young for this, she said. I needed to rethink everything, live my life before deciding to build one with him. But what could I do when the love of my life came along faster than hers did?

Today, I didn’t want to think about that. I just wanted to have fun and give myself to Marcos. I couldn’t take it anymore after months of heated make-outs, kisses, and getting off through our clothes. I needed more.

“Are you sure about this, sweetheart?” my mom asked when she saw me packing an extra change of clothes in my bag.

The plan was to go to Bete’s house after graduation, but of course, she must’ve figured it out.

“I’m sure. I know it’s time, Mom!” I said, with the certainty I felt in every part of my body.

Of course, I was nervous, anxious, tense, but I was certain it was the right moment and that he was the right guy.

“Then you’d better take these,” she murmured, handing me a set of keys. “A place just for you two.”

They were the keys to our cabin by the lake. It couldn’t be more perfect.

The ceremony passed quickly. Some teachers gave motivational speeches, our class representative urged us to escape São Fernando and see the world. We grabbed our diplomas and ran to the lake.

It was a town tradition that started in our parents’ time. Every graduating class jumped into the town lake at midnight sharp. Each year, a different group of students kept the lakeside celebration alive.

“My mom gave me the key to the lake house,” I finally told Marcos as we were arriving.

He might not have known yet that tonight would be our big night, but he’d find out soon enough.

I hurried out of the car when we got there, tossed our things into the cabin, kicked off my shoes, and ran to the lake with him chasing after me.

The euphoria and shouting could already be heard. Car headlights lit up through the trees to the lake. Loud music from one of the cars carried us into the night, under the moon, as we celebrated the end of one chapter and eagerly awaited the next.

I lost track of when we ran, shivering and soaked, back to the cabin as the crowd dispersed.

My lilac dress was sticking to me, heavy with water, as my teeth chattered and I hopped in place to warm up. But as soon as I saw Marcos peeling off his dress shirt, transparent and clinging to his body, I forgot I was wet and freezing.

Watching him take off his clothes was always sexy, and being wet only made it better.

After he shed his pants, he finally looked at me and rushed to help with my dress.

“You’ll catch a cold if you stay there all wet,” he said, not realizing I was wet in another sense.

I turned my back so he could unzip me. His hands brushed my back as he pushed the fabric down. As the dress slid off my body, I turned and kissed him hard. Tonight, he wasn’t getting away from me!

I gripped his neck, deepening the kiss, pressing my body against his to feel his warmth. Marcos’ hands slid down my hips to my ass, lifting me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he pulled me even closer.

There we were, lying on the bed, kissing with fire. We’d done this so many times over the past months, but this time, the certainty of what I wanted made me tremble with anticipation.

Marcos trailed his lips down my neck, sending shivers through me and making me even wetter. I hadn’t worn a bra with that dress, so he had free rein.

His fingers circled one nipple before he firmly grasped my breast, making me moan and arch toward him. His mouth found my sensitive nipple, sucking hard, and I writhed beneath him.

Marcos sucked and grazed me with his teeth, setting me on fire. I felt my blood pulsing between my legs, and when his fingers touched me there, I nearly lost it.

He slid my panties off with his usual calm until I was completely bare.

His blue eyes locked onto mine, a sly smile forming. My stomach sank with anticipation, and before I could say anything, his mouth was on my clit. I moaned desperately, grabbing his hair as his tongue traced my length, spreading my arousal, and he opened me further with his fingers.

“Marcos!” I arched my back, trying to escape the sensation, knowing I wouldn’t last long.

His finger entered me, and I gripped the sheets, moaning and grinding. It was the only thing I could feel.

“Feeling it, aren’t you? So wet!” he whispered near my entrance before plunging his tongue inside. I couldn’t hold back anymore and exploded in his mouth. “So delicious.”

I let his caresses carry me a bit longer. When I felt his mouth on mine, I knew it was time before he made me forget. I reached for his boxers, and he tried to stop me, but I took his lips and grabbed his cock at the same moment. Marcos groaned against my mouth, accepting my touch. I seized his distraction, quickly pulling off his boxers without breaking the kiss.

“Emy,” he whispered, a warning, trying to pull his hips away as I brought his erection closer to my center.

“I want you, Marcos. I want you!” I said, my voice shaky with nerves.

“You have me, Emy. We don’t need to do this now. We have our whole lives…” I silenced him by placing my fingers on his lips.

“I want it now. I know you’d never rush me, so I’m telling you what I want.” I locked eyes with his, burning with desire. “I want you, Marcos! And I want you now!”

I kissed him, pouring all my need into it, showing there was no turning back.

He growled against my lips and slid his hand between my legs, but I was already wet enough to take him.

Marcos slipped a finger inside me, stretching me, testing me. I moaned and squirmed, wanting his cock right then.

He pulled back for a second, keeping his finger inside me, and I saw the condom packet in his hand. He watched my face closely, catching every detail as he added another finger.

Slowly, he joined the second finger to the first, and I gripped his shoulders. Marcos knew exactly how to make me see stars and bring me close to the edge again.

“I need you!” my voice came out in a whisper.

“Are you sure?” My eyes were already closed as I rocked against his fingers. All I could do was nod, confirming, until he finally withdrew his fingers and positioned himself between my legs.

I moaned louder and clung to his back as he pushed slightly, trying to enter, stretching me, making every inch feel even tighter.

He groaned with me and pushed a bit harder. I cried out, feeling like I was being split in half. My pussy was on fire, and not in a good way.

“Relax, and it’ll get better, I promise.” I tried to relax, not think about him buried inside me, but it was hard.

Then Marcos kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth, gliding over mine, and I kissed him back. I held his back firmly as he slid a hand to where we were joined, his finger brushing my clit, making me arch toward him.

The sensation made me lose focus on the pain. It was uncomfortable, but the pleasure was still there.

His thumb circled my clit, and I moaned loudly, breaking from his mouth. He trailed kisses down my neck and gripped my thighs tightly, lifting them higher before sliding out, only to push back in, stretching me further. This time, the pain was bearable. It still burned, but I wanted more — every touch, every shiver he caused, all the pleasures I was feeling.

I explored his body, tracing the lines of his back muscles, feeling them tense each time he thrust into me. I loved knowing he was affected by me too.

I held his head and looked into his face. Our eyes locked, and when he entered me again, I could see how much he felt it. I squeezed his ass, a silent plea for more. And he gave it, pressing every inch of his body against mine as his thrusts quickened.

His finger returned to my clit, and I moved with him, feeling him go deeper. Marcos growled and clenched his teeth as I moaned nonstop. It was the best feeling I’d ever had.

I knew he was close when his expression changed, his thrusts growing frantic, as I’d seen before. Even lost in that incredible sensation, I wasn’t as close as he was. Then he circled my clit, making me see stars, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. I felt my walls tighten around him.

“Emily! Come with me,” he choked out my name.

As if my body obeyed his command, I exploded, coming and screaming his name like a prayer.

His ragged breathing hit my neck, and I kissed his shoulder, biting his sweaty skin as we caught our breath.

“I love you!” I murmured a minute later, stroking his head resting against my breasts.

“I love you.” He lifted himself to look into my eyes. “Forever and always.” I couldn’t hold back and showered his face with kisses.

“I loved every second of it,” I confessed. “And I can’t wait for more, as soon as you’re ready,” I murmured, laughing at his surprised expression.

“You’re a box full of surprises, my love.”

My life was perfect — it couldn’t get any better. Even if the future held surprises, I was certain of one thing: nothing would ever pull me away from Marcos. Never!

I’d never been so sure of anything as I was of my love for him.