Roads That Cross...

... With Uncovered Feelings

(Edited: 24.08.2024)

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They fell onto the mattress in a mess of kisses and giggles, with Ámbar on top of him after having almost pushed him onto the bed. With their legs entwined, they kissed profoundly, her hands digging into his hair and Simón's on her waist. She ran her tongue over the roof of his mouth, making him moan, and he responded by catching her bottom lip in his teeth and giving it a little tug.

Ámbar gasped and leaned back slightly, looking at him. His eyes found hers immediately and they stared at each other, both breathing heavily. Ámbar thought about how he said he liked her eyes— But his were beautiful. She adored their deep brown color, especially when they looked at her like this, like she was everything and nothing else mattered.

She dropped a short kiss on his mouth, enthralled by the way his lips followed her when she pulled back.

"Wait, one second."

Simón opened his eyes again and watched as she stood from the bed and walked over to her vanity, extracting a key from one of the drawers and then moving to her door.

The sound of the lock turning echoed in a leap of his heart.

Well. That left no question as to what her intentions were.

Not like he was complaining.

Simón took the opportunity to kick off his shoes and take off his socks. Ámbar mirrored him, taking off her boots before throwing herself on top of him again. Her legs straddled his hips and she kissed the breath out of his lungs. Her tongue slipped back into his mouth and he met it with his own, the velvety warm feeling sending chills of pleasure down his body.

If anyone had told him that morning that he'd be ending up his day like this, Simón would've laughed. Back then, he wasn't even sure Ámbar felt the same way as he did. Now he knew, not just because of her words, but because he had seen it in her eyes, had felt it in the way she kissed him with the same uncontrollable happiness that was overwhelming him. And he could feel it now, as her hands roamed all over him and she kissed him with urgency.

Ámbar lifted his t-shirt and Simón broke the kiss long enough to lift his arms so she could take it off. She immediately leaned into his neck, kissing down to his chest and inhaling his scent. It was manly in the best way, and so Simón it was intoxicating. She could feel the hard beating of his heart reflecting her own, and the way his skin felt hot against her palms. He had his eyes closed, like losing himself to the feeling of her touch and she loved the way his muscles reacted to her explorations. She moved lower, leaving wet kisses down his stomach and he groaned when she licked him right over the thin patch of hair that disappeared under his jeans.

Simón snapped his eyes open and grabbed her by the back of her head, pulling her into another kiss, this one more passionate than the last. He freed her hair so it fell in waves and buried his hands in it as they kissed incessantly. Ámbar grounded her hips against his, delighting in the delicious friction and the needy groan that escaped him. Simón delved his hands desperately under her shirt, needing to feel her more, caress all of her smooth skin. Ámbar felt the same need to be touched, so she sat up and pulled her shirt over her head.

Simón realized then, in the middle of his foggy mind, that he hadn't seen her with a bra before. The first time they did this, there hadn't been much clothing to take off, and the ones that were there seemed to disappear in a matter of seconds. Now she was straddling him with her breasts cupped by a lacy black bra and his eyes delighted in the pretty view.