“Oh, Ares, it feels so . . . oh!” I move with her, thrusting deep into her. Her moans get out of control, and I know I’m close too.
I hug her, whispering in her ear, but out of the corner of my eye I notice movement to my right. I look over and see a surprised face between a small opening in the curtains that hide us.
Marco.
Instinctively, my hands lift up Raquel’s dress and I’m relieved to feel her covered, but she doesn’t stop. Marco takes two seconds to react, and I give him a cold look that makes him go away.
I’d like to say that distracted me, but that’s not the case. My witch keeps moving on me, on the verge of orgasm, pulling me with her. She kisses me, and the friction of our connected bodies intensifies.
She whimpers against my mouth, her body shudders against me, her wetness is squeezing me, her orgasm driving mine, and I grip her hips as I come.
Suddenly, I can hear the music again, and the sound of our heavy breathing. Raquel hugs me, and I bury my face in her neck. I can feel our hearts racing, and I don’t want to move. This feels perfect.
And that’s been one of the first big differences with Raquel. Before her, I always wanted to get away from the girl I just had sex with once I was satisfied. But with Raquel I feel this need to stay with her, with her pressed onto me. I still remember how much it scared me, that feeling of wanting to stay by her side. It wasn’t something that had ever happened to me before.
I inhale her scent and smile against her skin.
I’m not afraid anymore, Witch.
I don’t want to run away anymore.
I give her a kiss and we carefully get up, fixing our costumes. I watch her lower her dress, making it look like nothing happened.
“I guess I’m out of the friend zone,” I say. She looks at me with narrowed eyes.
“Don’t start.”
“I’m not starting anything,” I say, playing innocent. “I’m just telling the truth, girlfriend.” She tries to hide a smile.
“Girlfriend?”
I just nod.
“Now I’m all yours, and you’re all mine, little witch.”
“Ha!” She snorts. “Why are you always so possessive?”
I slip an arm around her waist, pulling her to me, and she lets out a giggle. I caress her cheek.
“Because there are people who have their eyes on you.”
“Jealous?” She gives me a wide smile. “You look cute when you’re jealous.”
The first time I ever felt jealousy in my life was with you, I think.
Raquel squirms a little, looking uncomfortable. “I’m going to the bathroom to . . . you know, to clean myself up a little bit.”
“I’ll wait for you at the table.”
She smiles and walks away. I leave the candlelit room and make my way to the table. The first to greet me is Gregory.
“You came back.” He gets up to whisper in my ear, “Comb your hair a little, Mr. Obvious.”
I run my hands through my hair quickly, and I walk over to Marco.
“Do you have cigarettes?” He nods, pulling a box out of his pocket.
“Do you want one?”
“Yeah. Will you join me for a smoke?”
“Of course.” He nods.
We pass through the candlelit room to go to the balcony on that side. I barely set foot out there before I’m remembering the time Raquel left me turned on in this very place. So much has happened since that night.
We light our cigarettes. I take a puff and blow the smoke out into the cool night air. Marco rests his forearms on the balcony railing and focuses on the view. Silence is rare between us; it’s awkward, but the conversation that’s coming is one we both know we should be having.
“There is no need to beat around the bush between us,” he says casually.
“This is not a game to me, Marco,” I begin, inhaling again. “Not this time.”
“Do you really like her?”
“It’s more than that,” I answer.
He bursts out laughing.
“Don’t fuck with me. Are you in love?”
“Yes.”
He grimaces. “I thought she was just the weird girl who stalked you, how things change.”
“Marco, I’m serious, she’s not a game to me,” I repeat. “No games, no bets, no challenges.”
He raises both hands in the air.
“Oh, I got it,” he says with a mocking tone.
“Say what you have to say.”
“Am I supposed to listen to you? Did you care when you screwed things up for me with Samantha?”