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  I urged him toward my cabin, and he gladly took my lead, both of us crashing into a wall as we went. The kiss broke, our breaths ragged and needy of one another. “Let’s be realistic, Enrique. We aren’t going to see one another again after tomorrow.”

  He sighed as he brought me into my cabin, still locked in my embrace. “I had considered that.”

  As there was a weakness in his grasp, I broke free from it and pulled my shirt over my head. “I’m not as conservative as you think Americans are, you know. I like you. I really, really like you. Let’s give each other something to remember one another by.” I ran my hand over his chest, him watching me and nodding as he saw more of my skin.

  “I was thinking the same thing,” he said, his voice husky. “I’m going to make sure you never forget me, Leah.”

  I grinned as he put his hands around my waist. God, his touch felt so good. Sure, I had some flings during my travels. This felt different though. There was something more to Enrique. Something I couldn’t name, or really describe. The other guys I slept with, I was attracted to them, yes. I wouldn’t have done things with them if I wasn’t. Enrique, though, well, there were feelings inside me that wanted him bad. More than just as a hot guy. As I said, though, I couldn’t explain the need.

  He undid his shirt buttons and tossed it away, revealing that yes, he was as hot as I suspected him to be underneath it all. Firm, almost completely hairless, he was a man who took care of himself. Likely for girls like me, of course.

  His arms wrapped around me, holding me close enough to feel the heat of his body as our tongues explored each other’s mouths.

  I didn’t know how old Enrique was, thinking he couldn’t be much older than me, but like me, he still had that roaring teenage libido and energy to him. He undid the button to my shorts and shoved them down my legs, and I kicked off my sandals right behind them, leaving me clad only in my underwear before him.

  4

  He took a step back and looked me up and down. I did a twirl for him, letting him see me for all that I was. He nodded.

  I glanced back and closed the cabin door. If it was more crowded, I would have felt embarrassed that I got that naked in front of strangers. Before I could turn back around though, Enrique came up behind me, wrapping his arms around me and pressing his warm chest against my back. His hands caressed my abdomen and the small of my back as I turned around and placed my hands on his chest, enjoying the soft yet firm nature of his torso.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” he said, his voice low, his breath slipping past my ear as he talked.

  “I could say the same about you.”

  “I’m handsome. Beautiful is for women. Do I have to teach you English like I teach the French French?”

  I laughed and shoved him forward, making him sort of trip down onto the bed below. I climbed on top of him, feeling the bulge that was in his pants right beneath my panty-clad sex. Combined with his hands on my hips, it made me feel like I was the sexiest woman on the planet.

  Grabbing his belt, I yanked, deciding that I just didn’t want to feel a bulge through his pants. I wanted to feel him for real. I tossed the belt to the side and undid the button on his pants before pushing them down his legs, and tossing it after his shirt. He did little to stop me from stripping him down to his underwear.

  I didn’t think I had ever seen a bigger bulge.

  My eyes widened as I stared, forgetting myself for a moment. I kept thinking about what he was hiding in there and how I couldn’t wait to see it, when I heard his laughter.

  “Do you like the underwear, or do you just want what’s under it?” he teased.

  Ignoring my embarrassment, I was back on top of him in a flash. My hands quickly moved up and down his body, wanting to learn everything about him. I wanted to memorize everything about Enrique, I wanted to be able to recall him perfectly. I don’t know why on earth I cared this much. Sometimes the connections we form are so much more than just thinking someone’s sexy or enjoying their personality. Maybe there’s just that click when you meet someone, and that’s the difference between someone being a soulmate and just someone you care deeply for.

  God, that’d be my luck. My soulmate was some guy who was thousands of miles away from where I lived.

  Enrique’s hands circled my body and quickly found the latch that was holding my bra on me, and I did nothing to get in his way, catching my bra and lowering it slowly to reveal my naked breasts to him. I liked seeing his smile grow a little wider as he got to see everything about the cleavage that had been teasing him all through the night.

  It didn’t take long for him to go from looking to touching. His hands cupped my breasts, letting little ripples shudder through my body as he rolled my hardened nipples between his fingers. I gasped a bit, disappointed that I couldn’t really do the same for him. Sure, you can touch a man’s nipples, and I’m told it feels nice, but there’s nowhere near the sensitivity that a woman has.

  Enrique took full advantage of that sensitivity, going from using his fingers to taking it into his mouth, teasing the tips with his tongue before taking them fully into his mouth. It caused a stronger feeling to shoot through me, and I cradled his head as he did so, encouraging him with my soft moans. He moved from one to the other, leaving my body tingling and pulsing for more.

  He grabbed me by the hips and rolled me to the side, making me the one on the bottom. His hand roamed down my chest and went toward my panties. He tickled me through the fabric, glancing up at me. “I need to finish unwrapping you. I need to see you, all of you,” he said.

  I nodded then started to push my panties down my legs. He slipped them down the rest of the way, then took a long look at me, gazing at my bare body and just appreciating it for what it was. His smile grew a little wider, and I don’t think I could have blushed harder. Having his approval, although silent, was really something for me.

  Enrique slid down the bed, his face running across my chest, tickling me with his stubble. My smile got wider as I definitely knew what was coming. I had heard the stories that foreign lovers were more generous than Americans, and in my experience, that was mostly true. Enrique was going to be no different, his nose clipping my clit as he got into position to show me just how generous he could be.

  Smiling slyly, he took in my scent. He laid a kiss right on my nub, sending a shock through me with his little suck, before going down to my slit and licking his way around my labia. His hands roamed my thighs, making the flesh there come alive and contribute to my overall delight.

  Enrique’s tongue pressed through my pussy lips and pushed me even higher. I gasped, sitting up and grabbing a tuft of my lover’s hair. He stopped for a moment, almost as if to punish me for my roughness, flashed me a cocky grin, and then resumed building the energy inside of me. He sucked on my sensitive folds before moving to my clit, as he let his tongue explore.

  He brought his fingers in, massaging my clit as he licked my pussy. Every second, every stroke of his tongue was sending me higher and higher, making me glad that I had invited him to share my bed tonight. I held myself up as the pressure built, every move he made had me calling out a little louder.

  Switching up, he wrapped his lips around my clit and started to suck on it hard. The surge through me was so strong, aided by the fact that his fingers were now diving into my pussy quick and fast. So many guys who I got between my legs like this treated it as only foreplay, something to lead up to the main event.

  For Enrique, this was just another way to make me love him even more. The way he massaged my clit, my slit, my folds, and every other little sensitive part, told me he wanted me to cum from all of this, and he wanted me to cum hard. Powerful, enticing, I was calling out, panting, and somewhat worried if the next train over could hear me. Realizing that I was on a metal tube being propelled at a high speed and making plenty of noise on its own, I sung out louder, knowing that I was going to be free from any potential embarrassment.

  It was all building up inside, so gre
at, so immense, I cried out for him to keep going, although I wasn’t entirely sure how coherent I came off as. It didn’t matter, because he wasn’t stopping anyway. I was going to explode.

  And I did. One last flick of my clit, from his fingers or tongue, I couldn’t even tell with the intensity of what I was feeling at that moment. All I know was my throat was suddenly hoarse from a scream and my entire body was overrun with a tsunami of delight running through me from head to toe.

  I was giggling as I came down from my high and started to push myself up.

  “Is being so good at eating pussy a Spanish thing?” I asked before I could stop the words from coming out of my mouth.

  Enrique shrugged, a smile played on his lips. “According to some old girlfriends of mine? No, not really.”

  My laugh was replaced with a devious smile. “It might not be an American thing, but I personally believe that one good deed deserves another,” I said, reaching for his cock.

  He grabbed my hand, which surprised me. “As much as I’d love to have your sweet lips wrapped around my cock, Leah, I’ve just been eating your pussy and all through it, the only thing I wanted more than to be eating it is to be inside of it.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “You want to skip right to the main event then?”

  “Unless you absolutely, positively must suck my cock or you’ll die, yes.”

  I laughed again, amused at the thought of life-or-death fellatio. “I don’t mind it. If you want to make me cum again, how can I possibly say no?”

  “Well then,” he said, pushing his underpants down his legs and revealing a very erect cock that was incredibly happy to see me. I didn’t get to gaze upon it for long though, but that was okay because I knew what was coming next.

  In a flash, he was on top of me again. Even as I had come merely moments before, the fire inside of me was now roaring hot again as his body pressed against mine. Just being in his embrace like this was enough to get my body ready to go. I wondered if I really could have him for more than one night. How long would it be before the passion would start to fade?

  He came in for a deep kiss, his hands running down my back and his cock rubbing up against my clit, as if I needed more reasons to have him. I reached between us, took his thick, hard cock into my hand, and guided it down to a more proper place – right outside my slit.

  “I like your eagerness,” he said, his voice whispering into my ear. “Girls who know what they want are exactly my type.”

  “Guys who can actually make me cum are my type,” I replied suggestively.

  “I’m going to make you like me even more then.”

  His words were accompanied by his thrust inside of me, and that brought with it another wonderful surge through my body. My hand shifted to my clit as I started to rub it and he began to fuck me gently at first.

  When he noticed my own self-stimulation, he chose to one up me by rubbing my clit for me. I wasn’t going to complain one bit. A strong, manly hand was greatly preferable to mine any day of the week.

  Those fingers massaged my clit as his cock massaged my insides, and it was bringing me something that even in the beginning I knew was going to be a better climax than the one I just had.

  He fucked me harder. The fire inside me was already strong and hungry, and I wasn’t looking for something long and sweet, I was instead looking for something fierce and hard.

  Enrique happily obliged. He came at me faster, my body shaking with every penetration. My hands wrapped around his firm ass, feeling the toned muscles, reminding me that I haven’t even seen it yet. This was a much more fun way of getting to know an ass, I decided.

  More moans escaped my mouth involuntarily. God, his cock was hitting the right spots inside me. I barely noticed his subtle shifts, trying to gauge my reactions as he fucked me, finding just where to really make me scream. Another huge shudder of delight rushed through me, and I lost my grip on his sexy butt and instead ended up clawing at his back, trying to hold on to him for dear life.

  “You’re scratching me,” he quietly said.

  “Sorry,” I replied in between my breaths.

  “It’s fine. I kinda like a little roughness.”

  “Oh, you do, do you?”

  With his approval, I dug a little deeper, holding on, and I seemed to inspire even more lust in him as he fucked me faster, caressed my pussy more, and was making me shake with delight.

  Selfless, he was bringing me screaming towards another orgasm. It had been so long since I had more than one with a guy. I never thought I had bad sex before, but Enrique made me realize that good sex wasn’t just good, it was amazing.

  I knew that I had to show my appreciation in return. I placed my hand on his chest and gave him a little push. “You won’t let me suck your dick, but let me do some of the work, okay?”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Ah, I get what you’re suggesting.”

  Enrique pulled out from me, unfortunate as those words were.

  He rolled toward the wall, and I was swiftly back on top of him, knowing that like me, he probably didn’t even want to stop. His erection tickled the spot right under my pussy, and I was quick to get myself nice and well-positioned for him. Reaching down, I guided his length to my slit again and lowered myself completely onto him.

  God, it felt so good having him inside me like this. I grinded on his cock, teasing it, letting it tease my pussy walls back. I watched as his face contorted when I bent him a certain way, knowing that now, I was in complete control.

  I put my hands on his chest and started off slowly, rising and falling onto him, grinning as the waves echoed through my body. His hands started on my hips but steadily slid up my body toward my breasts. He held them in place and he massaged them as I kept the lust between us burning.

  I let out a low, loud moan. I was loving every second of it. Despite my urging to do all the work myself, he was doing more than his fair share even as I was on top. He thrust at me, slamming into me harder, his cock going deeper within me and arousing me more than I even thought possible.

  Through the haze of my own bliss, I watched him struggle with what I was doing to him. His grunts, his teeth gritting. His poor cock wasn’t able to stand up to my tightness. Knowing that it was my body doing this to him spiked the adrenaline rushing through my head at the moment, making me pick up the rhythm even more. I was holding steady, my mind set on making him cum before I did, as if this was some sort of competition.

  To him, apparently, it was. Enrique started to cheat by removing one hand from my breast and placing it firmly on my clit. He rubbed it as I fucked him, giving me pure ecstasy coming from two different sources. There was no way that I could hold myself together like this. My moans became louder again, my poor throat feeling hoarse from screaming not all that long ago.

  “Leah, God, I’m getting close,” he said, my hands firmly on his chest still. I was only concerned with my own pleasure.

  As such, I didn’t respond.

  “Is it safe?” he asked. “I need to know”

  My eyes opened and I nodded, realizing that I had a duty to respond to not be an asshole about this. I nodded and mouthed, “Yes, Pill. Okay.” It was all I could really manage before the oncoming orgasm took over.

  That was also all Enrique needed to stop himself from holding back. He was thrusting in me, making me bounce harder, and he was damn sure bringing us both screaming toward a climax. His cock tickled every part of my sensitive pussy, his cruel finger wonderfully tortured my clit, and a hand twisted my nipple, all making me melt into him.

  No more. I couldn’t resist him any longer, and I shuddered as my body let the orgasm overwhelm me again. It shot through me so fierce, I couldn’t hold myself up any longer, falling forward onto Enrique, who wrapped his arms around me as he kept fucking me.

  Deep within, I felt his cock tremble. There was a rush through his length, and his low groan paralleled the rush of cum as his warmth filled me. I smiled blissfully.

  I didn’t normally
let guys cum in me. I made them wear a condom or at least pull out. Enrique, though, was special. It felt so damn good to have him inside of me.

  Panting, we were covered with cold sweat, still wrapped around one another’s bodies.

  It rushed through my head as the fog of orgasm started to clear. Yes, I was on the pill. It wasn’t perfect though. Every woman always has the fear that something will go wrong, that this indulgence would be the one that overcame all the odds and gave them trouble.

  Enrique pushed my hair out of my face and gave me a sweet peck on the lips. “You look even more beautiful with that well-fucked afterglow, Leah.”

  I kissed him back before finally sliding off him and to his side. He wrapped me firmly in his arms, cradling me by my hips and breasts. Even as he held me like that, I felt his cum leak out of me and onto my thighs.

  Part of me felt foolish to risk something like that, no matter how unlikely. Part of me, one I really didn’t understand, wanted this to be the figurative one in a million that broke through. That would make his child grow inside me in spite of the pill saying no.

  I was sort of scared of that second thought and where it was coming from. I was twenty. I’d only known this guy for a few hours. It wasn’t as if I got the motherhood vibes when I fucked other guys. This was the first time I ever felt like that about anyone.

  Enrique was special, that much I knew. As he drifted off to sleep and I felt a strong desire to join him, I desperately tried to figure out just why he was so special.

  5

  The rumbling of the train was great. It sort of rocked me to sleep when I was in Enrique’s arms. When it stopped though, that’s when I started to wake up. I pushed myself off the bed and looked around my cabin. It didn’t take me long to realize that I was still naked, but I had lost the man who was cradling me the night before.

  I shot up, looking around, checking if he was hiding somewhere in my little cabin before starting to feel silly. Of course he wasn’t in here. His clothes weren’t here either.