Obscured Endearment

Chapter One.

Prologue:

Promiscuous? I didn't think so. I was more like relentless when it had came down to sex. I liked being touched. But then again- doesn't every women on this earth? He screamed out private property. Nobody was thinking about feelings here. There couldn't be a discussion about feelings. Feelings just made everything much more complicated than it was. And he seemed to agree.

"No ties." He breathed against my lips. He started pulling my pants down, backing me up against the counter in the bathroom of the bar we've just met in. My pants were off in as much as a few seconds. "Te quiero comer a besos."

"And I never see you again?" I asked pulling on his bottom lip, ignoring what he had just said seeing as how I didn't speak spanish. He groaned and started kissing my neck.

"Esta bien" he growled. And my hands found the bulge in his pants. He thrusted himself into my hands. Spreading apart my legs. I could feel myself becoming wetter at his authority. He smirked at me before pulling my panties to the side. He massaged my already throbbing clit with his thumb. My back arched with the sensation. I looked down at him to catch him smirking.

"Can I help you?" I snapped. His smirk was bigger. Then before I knew it, he had flipped me over, his hands had managed to grab a handful of my hair and was pulling my head back. His thumb still on my clit. My cheek pressed to the cold marble of the counter.

"¿Y esa actitud?" He whispered into my ear. My body replied with a slight shiver. I could feel myself dripping throughout my thighs. He spread my legs apart behind me, sliding down my panties. I could hear the ripping of foil before I felt him teasing the entrance of me with the head of his manhood and I groaned.

"Just do it." I moaned feeling my knees becoming weak. And that he did. He thrust into me with such force. A shriek erupted from my part from how big he was.

He likes it aggressive hmm..

I gripped onto the counter as he pulled my head back by my hair causing me to arch. He kept going in a rhythmic pattern. I moaned to the sky. He spun me around, grabbing me up from my bottom and sitting me on the counter. He slid me down enough so he could fit inside me fully. My eyes rolled back at the wanted sensation. I waited for him. I was panting. When he finally went in again, I couldn't help myself any longer. I dragged my nails all over his back, moving with his rythemI felt myself near. It didn't take me until now to realize I wasn't sitting on the counter anymore. He had me up against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist.

I felt myself on breaking point. He must've realized this because he set me down. He lowered himself down to my area and thrust two fingers into me. His tongue found my already swollen clit and he sucked. I grasped his hair and pulled, breathlessly moaning for him. Nobody out of all the history of my one night stands had ever got me to this point. It felt as if I were on a cloud... with an extreme need to pee. This was simply a different experience. I gasped when he picked up the pace. Then it reached me. My body shook with the overwelming sensation. I fell down against the wall and he slowly took his fingers out of me. My half naked body sitting on the floor. We sat there for a few minutes. Then he broke the silence.

"Didn't know you were a squirter" He said. I gasped.

"A what?" He smirked at my question to his statement.

"I take it you had no idea either." His voice was thick with the spanish accent and I found myself getting wet all over again. I eyed him carefully this time and realized that he had his pants on. It was zipped as if nothing had ever happened between us. My eyes rose to his hips, past his v-line, then to his chiseled abs. My gaze continued rising to his plumped red lips and then to his fine pointed nose, to his dark brown eyes. Then finally to the dark, curly hair upon his head, which was now getting in the way of his eyes a little bit. As if noticing, he raised a hand and ran it through his hair, a smirk slowly growing on his lips. He seemed to look at me as if expecting an answer. I thought about it for a moment.