In San Francisco, an important lawyer Madison (27 years old), contemplates ending it all one day, exhausted about everything. This was maybe a sign, as she suddenly meets an incredible man, or so she thought. Madison's fights against her feeling as...
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The clock on the wall struck midnight, its chime echoing through the quiet apartment. Despite the late hour, I found myself engrossed in the work opportunity that lay before me, each task propelling me closer to my goals. The soft strains of Billy Joel filled the room, a comforting backdrop to my solitary evening.
Lost in my thoughts, I hardly noticed the passage of time or the half-empty bottle of white wine sitting on my desk. With each sip, the worries of the day melted away, replaced by a sense of purpose and determination.
A sudden knock on the door broke through the music, jolting me out of my reverie. I frowned, puzzled by the unexpected interruption at this late hour. Could it be a neighbor complaining about the noise? It wouldn't be the first time.
Setting aside my glass, I crossed the room and opened the door, my curiosity piqued. Before I could even register who stood on the other side, Javier stepped forward, his presence filling the doorway. He wore the same clothes from our earlier meeting, his features softened by the dim light filtering in from the hallway.
Without a word, Javier closed the door behind him, his gaze fixed on mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. Before I could react, his arms encircled my waist, pulling me close, and his lips captured mine in a fierce kiss.
Caught off guard, I instinctively responded, my hands finding their way to Javier's cheeks as our kiss deepened. The world around us faded into oblivion, leaving only the electric current that pulsed between us.
He was in command, my footsteps following his, leading us to the living room. My legs bumped against the couch, so I sat down and under his watchful gaze began to unbuckle the belt of his pants to pull them down in a matter of seconds.
"Madison...," he tried to speak, but I tugged his shirt down so it fell on me so I could kiss him.
I didn't want to talk, I didn't want to think. I just wanted to make this quick.
His hands went up from my waist, all the way up the contours of my body to my cheek, lifting the long shirt I was wearing in his wake.
My legs went around his waist, I wasn't wearing anything under the shirt, so our skins were separated by just his boxers.
I tried to remove his boxers with my hands but it was complicated, so noticing my urgency, Javier took it upon himself to pull them down, and with my hands on his waist, I indicated that I wanted him inside now.
His mouth parted from mine for a moment to look into my eyes, and I could see his brown eyes and his pupils completely dilated, I knew he wanted to tell me something, but I didn't want to hear him.
One of his hand found it's way to my crotch. "You are so wet," he bit my lower lip while his fingers rubbed my clit.
"Stop talking and teasing and go to the point," I demanded in a serious tone that made him smile slightly.
My hands guided him and it was me who, lifting my hips, made him enter me. He closed his eyes sinking his face into my neck.
His hips moved fast, showing the desire and eagerness he had been holding in since the first time he saw me. His breathing became more and more agitated, and I could hear his moans in my neck, while my fingers were tangled in his hair.
My eyes kept open, fixed on the ceiling, waiting for everything to pass, wishing for it to end, but time seemed to stand still.
I noticed a slight bite on my collarbone, and I could feel, only a few seconds later, how my body was filled with him.
"Joder, Madison (Fuck, Madison)," he whispered collapsing on top of me.
I waited a bit and then pushed him away enough to get up. I put my shirt on and as I picked up the bottle of wine and the glass, I noticed his hand on my thigh.
"What are you doing?," he asked me, now positioned face up on the couch.
I ignored him and continued to put things away in the kitchen, but watched as he lifted up to follow me. "Madison, what's wrong?," he grabbed my arm.
I turned and pushed him away from me, "You got what you wanted, now you can go."
He looked at me confused with his arms up in the air. "What the hell are you talking about?"
I shook my head. "Go away Javier, you said it yourself, you sleep with a girl and after that you don't want to know more about her, well that's it, you've already achieved it," I clarified and seeing that he wanted to say something I interrupted him. "From now on this relationship will be strictly professional, no more games," I said but seeing that he didn't move I pushed him, and hit his chest. "Take your fucking clothes and leave!".
He looked at me with a frown, for such a long time that I began to feel uncomfortable, but finally, he mumbled something under his breath, I think in Spanish, turned around and left the kitchen. Seconds later, the sound of the front door let me know that he had finally left.
