Misconstrue

THIRTY.

Emilio woke me up at around nine this morning and once the haze in my mind lifted, he made love to me. Once that was all over he kissed me goodbye and went for a run. 

"He's crazy, isn't he?" I whisper softly to Paws as I watch her eat. 

I'm not quite sure what time we finished last night, or was it the early hours of this morning? But Emilio is strong, quick, bounces back easily and I was just really horny and desperate for whatever he would give. And yet, I really hope we get to do that again. 

I stand to my feet then head into the hallway that leads to the backdoor. My bare feet touches the grass and I pause out of fear of disturbing the sight before me. Emilio's still dressed in his running shorts from this morning, but the shirt he left in is now draped over one of the lawn chairs. I bite down on my lip as I watch him move, I can see his toned back from where I stand as well as the scratches I made last night.

I feel a familiar thumping between my legs and I exhale heavily. Emilio doesn't notice me but that's okay since I'm taking the time to bask in the sight before me. He's currently running drills, killing balls into coloured holes that seem to be stitched into goal net. His stamina takes me by surprise once more. 

Emilio had international duty for Spain yesterday in Berlin. He played for the full ninety minutes plus stoppage time. Then he flew back here and proceeded to thoroughly fuck me for more than two hours. The footballer woke up this morning, made sweet love to me, went for a run, then returned to run self-directed drills in his backyard. I'm beginning to think he might not be human.

I let my thoughts carry me away for a bit but I keep my eyes trained on Emilio. I watch as he jogs over to the net, he retrieves the first football then tosses it backwards without looking. Each time he does, the ball lands further away and closer to me. I pick up the last freed ball just in time to see Emilio turning around. He smiles immediately as he spots me.

"Hola." He greets me as he removes an AirPod. 

I walk over to him, ball still in hand, and of course with a smile of my own. "Hey." I drop the ball. "Have you ever considered donating your body to science?"

"What?" He laughs then closes the gap between us to place a swift kiss on my lips. "I would give anything to know what you're thinking at times."

I stuff my hands in the pockets of my - Emilio's - shorts. "That's unchartered territory. Even for me."

He shakes his head. "How are you feeling?"

Although it's sunny today, I still manage to shiver at Emilio's question. Last night was intense, and with each orgasm stronger than the last, I did shed a few tears. 

"It's been a while." I say softly as I look down at my bare feet. "Close to three years maybe."

"Come here." Emilio pulls me into his arms and I giggle. "I know, I know. I sweat a lot."

I wrap my arms around his waist. I don't care about him being sweaty, we exchanged so many body fluids in the last few hours, we're past the point of worrying about cleanliness. 

"Thank you." I reach up and caress the stray strands of hair at the back of his neck. I spot a mark on his shoulder then pull away. "Sorry I bit you."

He lifts me by the waist and I quickly wrap my legs around his. "I don't mind." 

I hang onto him as he carries me into the house, through the kitchen, and then onto the elevator. Our destination is the bathroom, Emilio moves quickly as soon as my feet touch the floor. He strips me of my clothing then backs me into the shower, with our lips attached, we both grip whatever open flesh we can. It fills me with want as I realize that he's just as desperate for me.