I'm sorry to have to tell you this...-Berlin and Phoenix

Love and Lust

Enveloped by the feelings of security and cherishment, María lay warm and content on Martín's chest. Her nose nuzzled his neck to inhale his scent, and her arms wrapped firmly under his to keep him close. Quickly, she felt herself melting into his touch as he delicately caressed her blonde hair and traced his fingertips over her porcelain coloured thigh in a soft yet protective way. The lengths she would go to be able to stay in his arms like that forever were unbelievable; just to be able to feel the way she did when she was with him for all eternity.

You see, once you ejaculate you can either feel one of two things; like you want to get the hell out of there, or that you want to spend the rest of your life with the person you made love to. That is the difference between love and lust.

Since the beginning, María had known what she would choose. The decision she would make in a heartbeat. If only she had that option.

Yet, still after a moment filled with pure intimacy and passion, María knew she would have to leave; that she would have to go back to the house she called her own and face another round of rows from her distressing family. Just the thought of it made her embrace on the man beneath her tighten; clutching onto the little time she knew she had left with him before she had to part ways with him once again. She would always get like this when her time with Martín was growing short; clinging onto him like he was her only lifeline.

Of course, Martín would have attempted to persuade her to stay again, but he had already tried countless times today alone. María had come to terms with the fact that she would have to go back to her house at some point; and after spending a continuous three nights at the monastery with Martín and Andrés, she knew that now would probably be the most reasonable time to go back.

Her family knew about the two gentlemen she had been recently spending her time with, and to put the story short, her parents weren't pleased. It's not like María had told her parents Martín and Andrés' life stories, however, they did know that they were two men old enough to be her father. They had also learnt about their wealth, but not the truth as to how they made that money; and even though they had wished for María to get with a man, who had both of his feet on the ground with an impressive career, they still didn't approve of the "two strangers with high sex drives", no matter how prosperous they were. Since that discussion, María gave up on ever mentioning Martín and Andrés to her parents again, and when she spent nights back-to-back at the monastery, she would just tell them she was staying at a friend's house, or had to work extra shifts down at the strip club she quit working at. Still after quitting her job, money wasn't an issue for her: she had saved loads from former shifts down at the club, and Martín and Andrés were always excited to spoil her.

With events from the past filling her head, María found herself growing even more emotional towards the man beneath her, as the love she felt for him always intensified every time she recalled upsetting memories from the house she grew up in. She hadn't known Martín for a great deal of time, but love can't be timed: it has to be lived. And María couldn't deny how many thrilling things she had experienced with her little gang since she had joined them. She admired every second of it. It was the first time in her life that she had truly felt alive. Like she was living! And Martín and Andrés had blessed her with that feeling.

She always felt so blessed when she was with them. And she just wanted to stay there.

María shifted slightly so her legs were knelt down on either side of Martín's hips, and both of her arms were placed lightly on his chest. She moved her face closer to his and gently placed her lips on the tip of his nose, expressing her affection through a small, soft, simple kiss.