2. Passion in Barcelona

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Hey, it's me. It's been so long. Hearing your voice again is like a punch in the gut, followed by a warm embrace.

My heart skips a beat. Don't say anything, okay? Just listen.

I bite my lip to stop from interrupting you, but questions are flooding my mind. Why are you crying? I want to immediately board the next plane out of here, straight to you.

But before I make any rash decisions, I find a private space so I can hear you better. I met someone last week. He's my age, stable, in the same field as me.

It would be so easy with him. It just makes sense. My stomach twists at your words, but I stay silent, swallowing the lump that suddenly appears in my throat.

I realized something tonight after he brought me back to my place. It's easy, it's safe, but he's just not what I need. I have to see you.

Okay. My mind is racing. Okay, uh, fuck, where? Where are you? I'm in LA.

I'll be right there. When we hang up, I'm on autopilot. I book the first ticket that will get me back to LA, hoping I'll figure the rest out when I get there.

I take a deep breath and remind myself not to get my hopes up too high. The optimistic part of me thinks this must mean you want to make things work. But if that were true, why wouldn't you have said so on the phone? My flight is wrought with worry and excitement.

How am I going to handle saying goodbye again if you just want a temporary shoulder to cry on? I barely remember the process of renting a car and driving to meet you. The road blends into one long span of grey as my thoughts wander.

It has been so long, and you said you were seeing someone else. Will you let me hold you? Kiss you? Will it feel like it did in Barcelona? Or has time apart dampened our connection? It's growing dark, and a sprinkle of rain is falling when I pull into the parking lot we've agreed on and get out to wait.

I jam my hands into my pockets and lean back against the car. I can't stop fidgeting. Your words are still echoing in my head when a car parks across from me and you get out.

Your hair is messy, and your eyes are still red from crying, but my God, you're beautiful. We look into each other's eyes, and I know I don't have to be worried. You run to me as the rain pours onto us both.

When I wrap you in my arms, you start to cry again. I kiss the tears away, whispering softly against your cheek. I missed you so much.

I missed you too. My hand slides up into your wet hair. You rest yours on my chest as if you might fall forward, further into me.

The rain has drenched the thin material of your blouse. I slide a finger over the outline of your nipples, against the fabric. When I hear you moan into my mouth, I want to take you right there.

Our kiss deepens, becoming more intense. We're both panting, our desperate hands roaming over our wet clothes. I feel my cock harden against your fingers.

Already I am so far gone. But then you stop, a wicked grin painted on your lips. You're going to be the end of me.

Only if you're lucky. You take my hand, open the car door and slide inside, giving me a look that makes my cock twitch. There's fire in your eyes and I want nothing more than to let it consume me.

I trace the outline of your breasts through your wet top. I'm dying to take your nipples into my mouth. Before I can bend to lick them, you grab my hair and pull me into another hard, desperate kiss.

My fingers fumble to unbutton your top, slowly peeling it away from your wet body. I kiss the soft skin on the side of your neck, relishing your scent. Soon all of our clothes are tossed on the floor.

Oh baby, how I've missed you. Let me taste you, please. You answer by lying back on the seat and resting one leg above us.

The soft streetlights shine on your face, revealing a surrender in your eyes that makes me shiver. Without wasting another moment, I kiss my way down your body, licking and nibbling the parts of you I never thought I'd taste again. You're shaking long before my mouth finds your pussy.

I want to hold this feeling as long as possible. I linger on your lips, drawing out each sensation, till you're writhing in desperate. My fingers slide in, pressing upward to tease your G-spot.

You gasp, throwing your head back as if you might cum any moment. I've missed this. Yes, baby.

Is that good? Come for me. I want more than your fingers inside me.

Oh, fuck yes. Fuck, you always know exactly what to say to drive me crazy. I grab your hips and shift you so you're sitting on my lap.

You rock against me as we kiss, then slide so, so slowly and luxuriously down the length of my dick. You envelop me completely, and suddenly I can't breathe. You're so hot and tight around me.

We move in a slow, steady rhythm for anyone to see. You ride me slowly as my fingers reach down to stroke your clit with each thrust. Oh, that feels so good.

The noises you're making, your moans echoing in the car, are driving me out of my mind. Yes, baby. I've missed this so much.

That feels so good. You're mine. I'm yours.

Don't ever leave me again. I love you. Our movements grow more frenzied as we both approach our peak, when I hear what I've been waiting months to hear again.

I love you. I can't hold back. With one long groan, I feel all my composure evaporate.

The sensation overtakes me, and I ride the pleasure until my legs are shaking. Your orgasm follows mine as I moan your name into your ear, and you tighten and convulse and throb around me. I feel your body tense and tremble before you collapse into me.

Oh, God. I wrap my arms around you, and we lie together on the back seat, panting. You wiggle close to me, nestling your perfect ass against my lap as I let my fingers wander your breasts.

Car lights stream through the windows. Slowly, our breathing returns to normal. Let's never leave this car.

You smile, craning your neck to look into my eyes. My lips dance kisses over whatever skin I can find as you close your eyes. I work up the courage to say what I've been thinking since you called me.

Yasmin. Why tonight, after all this time? Why me, and why now? Your eyes fill with tears, and suddenly I'm prepared for the worst.

But when you smile through them, my spirits lift. It has to be you. There's no one else.

Nobody who fits me the way we fit together. Nobody who makes me feel the way you do. Barcelona wasn't a one-off.

It was real. I look you deep in your eyes as a response. I don't need to say it.

We both know. Just outside, a loud group of people are shouting about tonight's game and two car doors slam shut. We exchange amused glances and fumble to cover ourselves with our damp clothes.

But it doesn't matter. We could get caught, I don't care. As long as you're with me, I don't care.

All that matters now is two things. You are here, and I am yours. I lean in to bury my face into your soft hair and smile, feeling completely and utterly at peace.