Barcelona Sun

the feeling of coming home

*Elena*

I dropped the dryer sheet and buried my hands in his hair while his hands moved over my hips to my butt and from there up my back and down again. My heart was beating way too fast as our kiss grew more intense.

I really had the rule of not kissing anyone on the first date and I had only broken that rule once in my life. That time I had kissed Fernando.

And again I had broken this rule for a Formula 1 driver. Again for a Spaniard. I clearly seemed to have a pattern there. But I suppressed that thought while Carlos slowly pushed me back a little until I bumped against the kitchen counter.

Carlos lifted me, with some momentum, onto the counter. He slid his hands up my thighs and pushed my dress up a bit, then pressed himself between my legs. His lips left mine and traveled along my jaw, down my neck. I melted in his hands. How could anyone let my brain suspend like that while he was just kissing me.

We were both still fully clothed, but damn, I couldn't guarantee anything. I hadn't felt this desired in ages.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him. I could feel him, feel how much he was enjoying this. His lips moved back up my neck, back to my lips.

He deepened the kiss again. I pressed myself even tighter against him now. I wanted to feel him. With every fiber of my body.

But then he broke the kiss. We both looked at each other gasping for breath.

"Shit I... sorry, I went too far," he said, trying to catch his breath.

"No, it's fine... I mean...", I laughed and stroked the back of my neck "I would have fought back if I didn't want to.".

"So it's okay with you?" he gasped, I nodded.

The next moment his hands were back on my hips and his lips were back on mine. Damn, he had such soft lips. His hands moved back a bit and pressed me against him. It took me a moment, then I understood what he was trying to do.

I wrapped my thighs around his hips and he lifted me off the kitchen counter without breaking the kiss even once. I guided him as best I could over to my bedroom. He threw me onto the bed and was on top of me in the next instant. His hands seemed to be everywhere, but then he grabbed the hem of my dress and pushed it up. I sat up a bit and helped him take the dress off.

He tossed the piece of fabric carelessly to the side and looked at my body. His hands wandered over my skin.

"You're beautiful." his voice was so soft I had a hard time understanding him "So beautiful." he repeated and his eyes traveled from my face down my body once more before moving back up to me.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he pulled me to him and kissed me again.

This time very gently, very lovingly. I melted into his kiss. Then I let my hands wander and slid them under his shirt. I felt his muscles, his skin. Gently I pushed his shirt up and this time he helped me pull his shirt over his head.

I held my breath. He had an incredible body. My fingers stroked his hairy chest. He felt so warm under my fingers.

Slowly, I let my hands move down and unzipped his pants. He turned a bit so that I could take off his pants, including his boxers. They followed my dress. Now he took care of the last pieces of fabric that still covered my body.

Then I felt his warm body pressed against mine again.

He kissed me again intensely before his hands moved down my body. I felt hot and cold at the same time. His thumb stroked my hip bones before moving lower and lower. My head fell into my neck as he let his fingers gently penetrate me. He kissed my neck and let his lips, follow his fingers. He literally buried himself between my thighs. My back arched as I curled my fingers into his hair.