From this point of view, I can really tell how small Alin's body is.
I thrust two of my fingers inside her to find out she's so wet that a boat could float in there. But I can't resist it. I suck on her like a mad man, trying to find some relief from the tension we've been building. When she comes, I know I want her like this, with her creamy white ass turned to me and her hair sprained all over the counter. That's a sight I'll never get tired of.
I go inside of her, slowly, feeling her tighten around me and praying for mercy, since I want to last a little longer than this. I take a moment to find air and start moving, taking my right hand to her hair and my left one to her face. Our voices melt together and so do our movements. I bring her close to me, so that I can kiss her, replacing the hand in her face with with my head and rubbing her c**t.
When she comes, I stop holding back and go maniac above her, speeding up and burying myself as deep as I possibly could, and reach, yet again, an orgasm so powerful that the air leaves my lungs and my legs go into jelly mode.
We stay like that for a while, recovering from the rush.
Understanding that she's tired, I take her in my arms and go to the bathroom, so we can bath, again.
This thing between us, that seems so easy going gets me thinking about the end of the weekend. At some point, I don't think I can just let her go and go back to my routine like nothing happened. One thing I know, for sure, this weekend woke me up and made me realise that I don't want to be the guy that lets her go because she's too good. I want to be the one guy good enough for her. We don't know eachother that well, and I probably don't know too much about her to believe we can be together, but I'm willing to take a chance. I put up with Lilly knowing we wouldn't go anywhere, I think I can endure whatever it is for Alin if the end of the road brings something more than all I found so far.
The kids, I must confess, scare me a little. But maybe I can learn more with them since I can't seem to properly father Ryan. And who knows, maybe she wants to be a mother again. She sure would make a beautiful bride.
Wait, what?
- Are you okay, tiger? - she's looking at me suspiciously, talking with a mouth full of Cheetos.
- You shouldn't talk with your mouth full, love. - I say, smirking.
She swallows.
- Well, you looked like you were in deep thinking. Couldn't help it.
- Alin, do you think it's crazy that I fell in love with you?
She's looking at me, not surprised by my words and my heart beats fast, waiting for her answer. Has she been thinking about it too?
- I don't. But I do think we need to be careful. We had challenges before, and they won't end. We need to be prepared for one another.
- That's true, but... Are you willing to try?
- What do you have in mind? - she asks me, smirking.
- Well, I'd like to meet your girls.
She seems taken aback, probably not the first thing she thought I was going to talk about.
- Why would you bring that up in the first place? - she says between giggles.
- They're your world. It's only fair that you let me in.
I think my words need to sink in, because she doesn't respond immediately. Kids should be the last thing on my list, but they are the first thing that define her, since she built up her life around them. If we are going somewhere, I need to know that I can be the closest they have to a father.
- You know, we didn't get the chance to talk about that... - I start - Does their father help somehow?
The look in her eyes it's not sad, but close.
- He remembers them, occasionally... He's not a present father.
- Do you want to talk about it? - I am looking at her softly and my voice it's almost a whisper.
- When we split up Neusa was 3, Núria was 2. I thought that he would keep his word and, for too long, I tried to be a bridge bet them. I would call him and demand that he would come for them. They were so little, they needed him. After 2 years of fighting for his attention, I gave up. I began to use his methods, not answering his calls or messages. The last one I sent him, I told him that he should talk to me through his lawyer. If they are nothing but a "whatever", I rather them to be nothing at all.
- What they can't see can't hurt them, right? - I asked.
- Exactly. After a while, they stopped asking for him. And I think it's for the best. They are happy, even without him. They would cry for hours when he missed the appointments. That's not fair, not for them. - I realise she's emotional. This subject's hard on her. I don't think it has to do with the man, but the fact that he would ignore their kids.
And I see now why she became so strong. She knew she had to, if she wanted the girls to grow up happy, loved and just right. It mustn't be easy on your own. It's this kind of strength, of light, that attracts people but scares them at the same time, the power to become the bigger person and rely on no one but yourself.
- I confess that I am scared... - I tell her - Your life seems perfectly balanced, and I fear that my presence could be nothing more than a burden, with all my problems...
She might not understand right away, but she gets there.
- Like I said, we must be prepared to face the challenges. Would you be willing to do that? - she's looking at me suspiciously.
- What are you thinking about?
- Ryan. If he really lives with his grandparents, it means she's not taking care of him like she should. And I don't think it's right to think about our life together if he's not included, since he needs proper parenting.
I'm surprised by the fact the she thought that far, but I guess it could happen. If we eventually moved in together, I could offer a good and stable life to him, one that I can't right now. I would kill to have him with me, to make sure he's well taken cared of and nothing would assure me more than providing for him myself. Of course, I wouldn't impose that to someone, specially if the one beside me could raise some doubts but Alin... I can imagine her, telling stories of how the three of them would rock her life and be by his side through the years to come. She is that kind of person.