Por si éramos pocos by Belenuski - Chapter 11 (Part 3)
Title: Por si éramos pocos by Belenuski
Rating: NC-17
NB: Sigh...I love these characters so much. Hope y'all enjoy this next bit. :-D
Noah ran from one side of the house to the other wearing her blue pajamas with white clouds. Her smile hadn’t disappeared since they had arrived, and she was even more anxious than customary. After dropping a pair of shoes underneath the Christmas tree, she ran to the kitchen where Pepa was preparing something to eat. Her suitcase, which contained a change of clothing and pajamas, was on the floor next to the door.
“I already put the shoes!” The little one yelled enthusiastically.
“Yes? That was fast! Tonight the three kings are going to leave candy inside of them, you’ll see. Well, that’s if you’ve been good.”
“I’ve been good!”
“Let’s see if that’s true, because if they bring you coal, it’s because you misbehaved.”
Noah began to hop around and Pepa, just from watching her, was starting to get anxious as well.
“What are we gonna eat?”
“Vegetable purée.”
Noah abruptly stopped hopping and looked at her mother with a sad look on her face.
“Ooh…I don’t want that…”
“Well, that’s your business, but if you don’t eat, you already know what happens.”
The girl sighed, realizing she had no other option. Her mother used her eyes to point out the drawer, indicating that she set out the silverware. Noah, accustomed to helping even if it was only to do this and pick up her toys, pulled out two forks and put them on the table.
“And I don’t get to eat or what?” Silvia asked.
She arrived fresh out of the shower and wearing striped pajamas.
Pepa smiled and her daughter soon followed suit, grabbing another fork. The little one climbed onto the dinner chair with difficulty and stretched her arm out to reach the glass of water.
Silvia walked to her ex-wife and took a look at the food. She stuck her finger in the purée and tried it.
“I’m sorry to say that I don’t miss your cooking.”
Pepa opened her mouth in feigned disappointed and pointed at her with the plastic ladle.
“I’ll have you know that I make the best purée in the world.”
“Yeah, salty.”
“Again with the salt! That you make bland food is your problem.”
Silvia rolled her eyes and with a furrowed brow, she raised her finger threateningly.
“I do NOT make bland food.”
“Whatever you say…come on, let’s eat.”
Silvia bumped her with her hip.
“Don’t just agree with me like you think I’m an idiot.”
Pepa pushed her back.
“Even an idiot in this case would be more right than you.”
Silvia stuck her hand under the faucet to wet it just enough to splash Pepa.
“Well, okay then!” The brunette exclaimed.
She was ready to continue with the fight, but she heard a quiet laugh from Noah who appeared to be amused by the scene. Both women turned and saw her smile. She was even prettier when she smiled, and both of the mothers’ faces changed to looks affection and tenderness. They were practically drooling over the little one.
The dinner went on with simple conversations, smiles, and the occasional insistence that Noah eat her food, but at 10:15 they finally ordered the little brunette to bed.
When the kitchen had been cleaned up, Pepa and Silvia made their way to the living room. And it was the simple gesture of turning on the tv and throwing themselves down on the sofa that sent a nostalgic shiver down their spines.
It was like before. It was all like before.
Before the arguments, before the divorce, before their lives changed…It produced a tingling sensation in their stomachs that was as enjoyable as it was worrisome. For the first time in nearly a year, being together in the same house did not cause any of them any general unease, not for them nor for Noah. It had been a long time since they had seen her smile like that, at whatever absurd thing. They couldn’t believe that their daughter, being so young and considering how much time that had passed, still enjoyed seeing her mothers together.
But that wasn’t the strangest thing. The strangest thing, and at the same time most touching, was that no one felt any tension that moment. They were enjoying their family dinner, enjoying a night spent side by side.
They had to wait a while to ensure that their daughter was asleep before they put out the presents, so they chatted about simple things as they decided what to watch. Ultimately, they decided to put on some videos that neither of them had had the courage to watch due to being alone and their fear of feeling even more lonely.
What was on those videos were unforgettable moments of their lives, stuck onto DVDs thatsaved them like a treasure. Home videos that they recorded, never thinking that they might be something they’d never watch in the future.
“And here’s the mamá with her baby. “ They heard Silvia’s voice say since she was the one recording at the time. On the tv, they could see how the camera got closer to Pepa who was cradling the little one in her arms on the hospital bed.
“Silvia, I look horrible.”
“You look beautiful, as always. Hello, tiny thing, here’s mamá making your first video.”
“First?” The Pepa in the video looked at the baby. “Cariño, you’re already going to learn to differentiate your mothers. The one who’s holding you is the one who’s not going to let you leave the house until you’re 30, and the nuisance who’s filming is the one who’s going to be on your ass with the camera all day.”
“Pepa! Don’t say bad words in front of her!”
“Alright, okay, okay.”
“Come on, record me with the baby.”
“Not even while I’m still in bed are you going to leave me alone?”
“I never leave you alone when you’re in bed.”
Both Pepas smiled, the one in the video and the one sitting on the sofa. Pepa looked over at Silvia instinctively, and the redhead slowly returned the smile. The brunette turned back to the tv screen when she saw an unpleasant expression flash across Silvia’s face.
On the video, the redhead was standing while holding the baby and smiling.
“How I’ve changed!”
“You’re still the same. And you act as if you’ve never seen the video…”
“I haven’t watched it,” Silvia replied seriously. “Not after the…after the divorce.” It was the first time they mentioned it in front of each other. Their gazes met and Pepa leaned back against the wall. “I was afraid to.”
The brunette sighed.
“I never watched them again either. There…there we were so happy.”
“Yes…”
A profound silence fell over them both. This time the silence was uncomfortable, mixed with drops of disappointment and sadness. Finally, Pepa cleared her throat.
“Come on, it’s best that we get the presents out soon…tomorrow morning Noah will be in our bedroom by six o’clock.”
Silvia smiled as she imagined the scene.
“Vale, let’s go.”
It was just as they were about to get up when Noah, with her hand on her stomach, walked out of her room pouting. The first thing they both thought was that she had had a bad dream. Noah and her nightmares…
“What’s wrong, mi amor?” Pepa asked.
“My tummy hurts,” she complained. “And I can’t sleep, I’m cold.”
Silvia reacted by kneeling down in alarm and touched Noah’s forehead and hands. She didn’t appear to have a fever, so she looked at Pepa in concern, but to her surprise, she found Pepa smiling.
“Did you just get cold, all of a sudden?” Noah nodded. “Ay, my girl and her nerves!”
The redhead sighed. It was true, it was nerves. Thank goodness, she had gotten scared.
Just like with any child, the night of the Three Kings was one of the best nights, but also one of the worst. They couldn’t sleep and their anxiousness could upset their stomachs. Noah wasn’t going to be the exception.
“Do you want me to take you back to bed and read you a story so you can go to sleep?” Pepa asked determinedly. Noah nodded again and lifted her arms towards her mother who picked her up. If her anxiety mixed with sleep, the result would be tearful, tired child.
Pepa glanced toward Silvia to signal that she should put out the presents. The brunette then took her daughter to bed, tucked her in, and sat in a chair by her side. She grabbed one of the books on the shelf and began to read. Noah, as she grew older, was wanting to understand more and more, so it was sometimes difficult to get through the stories because she kept interrupting with questions. But, sleep eventually began to take over, and after yawning for the third time, she stretched out her arm to shut the book that her mother was holding in her hands.
“Mami,” she said, her eyelids starting to fall. “The kings alweady got me the first pwesent on the list.”
“Yes?” Pepa asked with a tender smile, stroking Noah’s hair.
“Yes…I like it like this, us all together.” Pepa felt a twinge in her chest. “And that my mommies love each other…” she mumbled with her eyes fully closed now. “That they love each other…”
Pepa looked at Noah for a few seconds longer. She closed her eyes with a sigh, waiting to forget her daughter’s last words before finally kissing her on the forehead, turning off the light, and shutting the door half-way.
She went to the bedroom, lost in thought, and when she arrived, she saw Silvia walk out of the bathroom smiling at her. Pepa responded with a smile of her own, her discomfort easing just with that sight of Silvia looking so happy. Things had been advancing at a great speed, but they would stay right where they were now. Silvia had said that they couldn’t continue to occasionally sleep together without deciding to be together or stay apart.
“Wait, where are you going?” Silvia inquired as she watched Pepa pick up a pillow.
“Well, to the sofa.”
“But I’m going to the sofa,” Silvia replied assuredly.
“You’ve never gone to the sofa.”
“Even more reason, since you always had to do it before.”
“I’m not going to let you go to the sofa, you already know this. Come on, get into bed.”
The redhead crossed her arms.
“No.”
“Silvia…”
“I’m not going to sleep in the bed.”
“You want to tell me where your sudden stubbornness to sleep on the sofa is coming from? Do you have a cushion complex?”
Silvia sighed.
“Pepa, please.”
The brunette acted as if she hadn’t heard her and turned around, ready to leave the room.
“Good night.”
“Pepa…” Silvia approached her. She couldn’t sleep in the bed, definitely not today. “Pepa, please.” The taller woman was closing the door behind her when the redhead finally exploded. “If I sleep in this bed, I won’t be able to control myself.”
The movement of the door ceased for a few seconds before slowly opening once again. Pepa looked at her strangely.
“At your age and already suffering incontinence?”
“Pepa, you know what I’m talking about.”
“No, I swear I don’t,” she with complete sincerity. She couldn’t think clearly at that moment because it was taking all her effort to keep from pushing Silvia onto the bed and touching her from head to foot.
“If I sleep on the bed, I’ll think about the other night. Of the other days and…and this time you’ll be in the house,” she started to get flushed. “And if you’re in the house, I won’t be able to hold myself back and…well, I’ll go to the living room, I’ll kiss you, and…and I’ll break my own word.”
It was nearly killing poor Pepa to not think about Silvia, and then the redhead goes and drops that ticking time bomb. There it was, she confirmed that temptation was still pursuing them.
“You can’t tell me that now…” Pepa said. “Not now.”
“I know, but it’s just that…”
“Shh,” Pepa ordered silence, placing a finger on Silvia’s lips, turning it into a caress. “Do you know how much I want these lips all the time? How I want to kiss them, bite them? Do you know hard I’ve had to fight myself to not get near you and stroke your back, your hips?” She stepped closer to Silvia and grabbed her by the waist. “Do you know what I’ve had to go through to control myself? For you, because I control myself for you, because I have to follow the rules. And now you go and throw that out. And you know what I have to say?” Silvia gazed at Pepa with her lips parted, breathing only because she had to breath. She had forgotten how to even move her body. The only thing she knew at the moment was how to look into those eyes that drove her crazier every day. Pepa leaned into Silvia’s face, only to whisper the words, “To hell with the rules.”
One of the brunette’s hands gripped Silvia’s back to pull her body in closer while Silvia firmly grabbed Pepa’s neck to pull her in for a kiss. This time, unlike the last time, everything was much calmer. Pepa wasn’t touching or kissing a girl who she was “just having sex with”. She was kissing Silvia Castro, the woman she was madly in love with.
The kiss, then, was soft at first. Short kisses one moment, deeper ones at others. It was all so gentle that they couldn’t avoid embracing each other. They pressed against one another as closely as they could, the redhead’s hands traced Pepa’s back while Pepa wrapped one arm completely around Silvia’s body. They were holding each other as if it had been years since they last saw each other. They had missed each other so much…And their senses were heightened, the magic was back, and not only for the brunette. Silvia felt the sparks, the joy, the desire to be with her ex-wife even if it was only to hold her hands.
Little by little, desire began to make a bigger presence, and when the kiss intensified, they pushed the door to shut it completely. They didn’t want to make noise, and they wanted Noah to knock on the door if she got up on the middle of the night.
Silvia pulled Pepa by her pajamas to the bed. The redhead fell first, but since they were pressed together so tightly, Pepa fell right on top of her.
Both woman’s hands gently slipped the clothing off the other, undoing buttons, removing tops, lowering pants. And there, right in that bed, Silvia ceased to be submissive. Pepa had always used to initiate things, leaving the redhead to reciprocate afterwards, but this time it would be the reverse.
Silvia kissed Pepa’s collarbone, her shoulder, her neck while she unclasped her lover’s bra. The brunette, as she let Silvia kiss her, also unclasped her ex-wife’s bra, but that was all she could do before feeling a tongue slowly make its way down her body, creating a path from the tip of her chin to one of her breasts. Silvia softly circled the nipple, just barely grazing it, not exerting any pressure, which is something Pepa loved. The brunette started to breathe harder, and her hands tangled in Silvia’s red hair. Silvia, still brushing her tongue across her ex-wife’s breast, lowered her hand to touch Pepa’s most intimate area, still covered by her panties. When she realized that the brunette was sufficiently wet, she pulled aside the material and lowered her mouth to that spot. First she kissed the thighs, then the lips, causing Pepa to start moving her hips slowly, trying to feel more of those soft touches. Silvia, wanting to make Pepa suffer a little more, limited herself to dropping one kiss on Pepa’s clit. Just one kiss.
“What a bitch…” Pepa mumbled though she still had a smile on her face when she saw Silvia move away from her sex to kiss her on the mouth once again. “You can’t leave me like this.”
“Yes, I can.”
The kisses continued to get deeper. But their mouths couldn’t cover as much area as those kisses demanded, so the redhead finally surrendered and slipped one finger inside of Pepa.
The night carried on like that, like the many other nights they had had together, like the many more that were still to come. There didn’t appear to be much of a difference between the sex they had a few days before and the sex they had that night, but they both knew that the tenderness had grown and this time they had to stop themselves from saying an “I love you” into each other’s ears. The best thing was knowing taht they had all the time in the world to tell each other now that they were going to the Caribbean. There was only one problem…and it as the very thing that was growing inside Pepa’s belly. The very thing that Pepa would realize the next day, receiving it as just another surprise on the Day of the Three Kings.
Links to the original story:
http://pepaysilvia.mforos.com/1469855/8481210-por-si-eramos-pocos-01-11-09-23-40/
http://pepaysilvia.mforos.com/1469855/8680673-por-si-eramos-pocos-ii-28-11-09-21-35/
http://pepaysilvia.mforos.com/1469855/8848739-por-si-eramos-pocos-iii-14-02-10-0-55-finalizado/
Rating: NC-17
NB: Sigh...I love these characters so much. Hope y'all enjoy this next bit. :-D
Noah ran from one side of the house to the other wearing her blue pajamas with white clouds. Her smile hadn’t disappeared since they had arrived, and she was even more anxious than customary. After dropping a pair of shoes underneath the Christmas tree, she ran to the kitchen where Pepa was preparing something to eat. Her suitcase, which contained a change of clothing and pajamas, was on the floor next to the door.
“I already put the shoes!” The little one yelled enthusiastically.
“Yes? That was fast! Tonight the three kings are going to leave candy inside of them, you’ll see. Well, that’s if you’ve been good.”
“I’ve been good!”
“Let’s see if that’s true, because if they bring you coal, it’s because you misbehaved.”
Noah began to hop around and Pepa, just from watching her, was starting to get anxious as well.
“What are we gonna eat?”
“Vegetable purée.”
Noah abruptly stopped hopping and looked at her mother with a sad look on her face.
“Ooh…I don’t want that…”
“Well, that’s your business, but if you don’t eat, you already know what happens.”
The girl sighed, realizing she had no other option. Her mother used her eyes to point out the drawer, indicating that she set out the silverware. Noah, accustomed to helping even if it was only to do this and pick up her toys, pulled out two forks and put them on the table.
“And I don’t get to eat or what?” Silvia asked.
She arrived fresh out of the shower and wearing striped pajamas.
Pepa smiled and her daughter soon followed suit, grabbing another fork. The little one climbed onto the dinner chair with difficulty and stretched her arm out to reach the glass of water.
Silvia walked to her ex-wife and took a look at the food. She stuck her finger in the purée and tried it.
“I’m sorry to say that I don’t miss your cooking.”
Pepa opened her mouth in feigned disappointed and pointed at her with the plastic ladle.
“I’ll have you know that I make the best purée in the world.”
“Yeah, salty.”
“Again with the salt! That you make bland food is your problem.”
Silvia rolled her eyes and with a furrowed brow, she raised her finger threateningly.
“I do NOT make bland food.”
“Whatever you say…come on, let’s eat.”
Silvia bumped her with her hip.
“Don’t just agree with me like you think I’m an idiot.”
Pepa pushed her back.
“Even an idiot in this case would be more right than you.”
Silvia stuck her hand under the faucet to wet it just enough to splash Pepa.
“Well, okay then!” The brunette exclaimed.
She was ready to continue with the fight, but she heard a quiet laugh from Noah who appeared to be amused by the scene. Both women turned and saw her smile. She was even prettier when she smiled, and both of the mothers’ faces changed to looks affection and tenderness. They were practically drooling over the little one.
The dinner went on with simple conversations, smiles, and the occasional insistence that Noah eat her food, but at 10:15 they finally ordered the little brunette to bed.
When the kitchen had been cleaned up, Pepa and Silvia made their way to the living room. And it was the simple gesture of turning on the tv and throwing themselves down on the sofa that sent a nostalgic shiver down their spines.
It was like before. It was all like before.
Before the arguments, before the divorce, before their lives changed…It produced a tingling sensation in their stomachs that was as enjoyable as it was worrisome. For the first time in nearly a year, being together in the same house did not cause any of them any general unease, not for them nor for Noah. It had been a long time since they had seen her smile like that, at whatever absurd thing. They couldn’t believe that their daughter, being so young and considering how much time that had passed, still enjoyed seeing her mothers together.
But that wasn’t the strangest thing. The strangest thing, and at the same time most touching, was that no one felt any tension that moment. They were enjoying their family dinner, enjoying a night spent side by side.
They had to wait a while to ensure that their daughter was asleep before they put out the presents, so they chatted about simple things as they decided what to watch. Ultimately, they decided to put on some videos that neither of them had had the courage to watch due to being alone and their fear of feeling even more lonely.
What was on those videos were unforgettable moments of their lives, stuck onto DVDs thatsaved them like a treasure. Home videos that they recorded, never thinking that they might be something they’d never watch in the future.
“And here’s the mamá with her baby. “ They heard Silvia’s voice say since she was the one recording at the time. On the tv, they could see how the camera got closer to Pepa who was cradling the little one in her arms on the hospital bed.
“Silvia, I look horrible.”
“You look beautiful, as always. Hello, tiny thing, here’s mamá making your first video.”
“First?” The Pepa in the video looked at the baby. “Cariño, you’re already going to learn to differentiate your mothers. The one who’s holding you is the one who’s not going to let you leave the house until you’re 30, and the nuisance who’s filming is the one who’s going to be on your ass with the camera all day.”
“Pepa! Don’t say bad words in front of her!”
“Alright, okay, okay.”
“Come on, record me with the baby.”
“Not even while I’m still in bed are you going to leave me alone?”
“I never leave you alone when you’re in bed.”
Both Pepas smiled, the one in the video and the one sitting on the sofa. Pepa looked over at Silvia instinctively, and the redhead slowly returned the smile. The brunette turned back to the tv screen when she saw an unpleasant expression flash across Silvia’s face.
On the video, the redhead was standing while holding the baby and smiling.
“How I’ve changed!”
“You’re still the same. And you act as if you’ve never seen the video…”
“I haven’t watched it,” Silvia replied seriously. “Not after the…after the divorce.” It was the first time they mentioned it in front of each other. Their gazes met and Pepa leaned back against the wall. “I was afraid to.”
The brunette sighed.
“I never watched them again either. There…there we were so happy.”
“Yes…”
A profound silence fell over them both. This time the silence was uncomfortable, mixed with drops of disappointment and sadness. Finally, Pepa cleared her throat.
“Come on, it’s best that we get the presents out soon…tomorrow morning Noah will be in our bedroom by six o’clock.”
Silvia smiled as she imagined the scene.
“Vale, let’s go.”
It was just as they were about to get up when Noah, with her hand on her stomach, walked out of her room pouting. The first thing they both thought was that she had had a bad dream. Noah and her nightmares…
“What’s wrong, mi amor?” Pepa asked.
“My tummy hurts,” she complained. “And I can’t sleep, I’m cold.”
Silvia reacted by kneeling down in alarm and touched Noah’s forehead and hands. She didn’t appear to have a fever, so she looked at Pepa in concern, but to her surprise, she found Pepa smiling.
“Did you just get cold, all of a sudden?” Noah nodded. “Ay, my girl and her nerves!”
The redhead sighed. It was true, it was nerves. Thank goodness, she had gotten scared.
Just like with any child, the night of the Three Kings was one of the best nights, but also one of the worst. They couldn’t sleep and their anxiousness could upset their stomachs. Noah wasn’t going to be the exception.
“Do you want me to take you back to bed and read you a story so you can go to sleep?” Pepa asked determinedly. Noah nodded again and lifted her arms towards her mother who picked her up. If her anxiety mixed with sleep, the result would be tearful, tired child.
Pepa glanced toward Silvia to signal that she should put out the presents. The brunette then took her daughter to bed, tucked her in, and sat in a chair by her side. She grabbed one of the books on the shelf and began to read. Noah, as she grew older, was wanting to understand more and more, so it was sometimes difficult to get through the stories because she kept interrupting with questions. But, sleep eventually began to take over, and after yawning for the third time, she stretched out her arm to shut the book that her mother was holding in her hands.
“Mami,” she said, her eyelids starting to fall. “The kings alweady got me the first pwesent on the list.”
“Yes?” Pepa asked with a tender smile, stroking Noah’s hair.
“Yes…I like it like this, us all together.” Pepa felt a twinge in her chest. “And that my mommies love each other…” she mumbled with her eyes fully closed now. “That they love each other…”
Pepa looked at Noah for a few seconds longer. She closed her eyes with a sigh, waiting to forget her daughter’s last words before finally kissing her on the forehead, turning off the light, and shutting the door half-way.
She went to the bedroom, lost in thought, and when she arrived, she saw Silvia walk out of the bathroom smiling at her. Pepa responded with a smile of her own, her discomfort easing just with that sight of Silvia looking so happy. Things had been advancing at a great speed, but they would stay right where they were now. Silvia had said that they couldn’t continue to occasionally sleep together without deciding to be together or stay apart.
“Wait, where are you going?” Silvia inquired as she watched Pepa pick up a pillow.
“Well, to the sofa.”
“But I’m going to the sofa,” Silvia replied assuredly.
“You’ve never gone to the sofa.”
“Even more reason, since you always had to do it before.”
“I’m not going to let you go to the sofa, you already know this. Come on, get into bed.”
The redhead crossed her arms.
“No.”
“Silvia…”
“I’m not going to sleep in the bed.”
“You want to tell me where your sudden stubbornness to sleep on the sofa is coming from? Do you have a cushion complex?”
Silvia sighed.
“Pepa, please.”
The brunette acted as if she hadn’t heard her and turned around, ready to leave the room.
“Good night.”
“Pepa…” Silvia approached her. She couldn’t sleep in the bed, definitely not today. “Pepa, please.” The taller woman was closing the door behind her when the redhead finally exploded. “If I sleep in this bed, I won’t be able to control myself.”
The movement of the door ceased for a few seconds before slowly opening once again. Pepa looked at her strangely.
“At your age and already suffering incontinence?”
“Pepa, you know what I’m talking about.”
“No, I swear I don’t,” she with complete sincerity. She couldn’t think clearly at that moment because it was taking all her effort to keep from pushing Silvia onto the bed and touching her from head to foot.
“If I sleep on the bed, I’ll think about the other night. Of the other days and…and this time you’ll be in the house,” she started to get flushed. “And if you’re in the house, I won’t be able to hold myself back and…well, I’ll go to the living room, I’ll kiss you, and…and I’ll break my own word.”
It was nearly killing poor Pepa to not think about Silvia, and then the redhead goes and drops that ticking time bomb. There it was, she confirmed that temptation was still pursuing them.
“You can’t tell me that now…” Pepa said. “Not now.”
“I know, but it’s just that…”
“Shh,” Pepa ordered silence, placing a finger on Silvia’s lips, turning it into a caress. “Do you know how much I want these lips all the time? How I want to kiss them, bite them? Do you know hard I’ve had to fight myself to not get near you and stroke your back, your hips?” She stepped closer to Silvia and grabbed her by the waist. “Do you know what I’ve had to go through to control myself? For you, because I control myself for you, because I have to follow the rules. And now you go and throw that out. And you know what I have to say?” Silvia gazed at Pepa with her lips parted, breathing only because she had to breath. She had forgotten how to even move her body. The only thing she knew at the moment was how to look into those eyes that drove her crazier every day. Pepa leaned into Silvia’s face, only to whisper the words, “To hell with the rules.”
One of the brunette’s hands gripped Silvia’s back to pull her body in closer while Silvia firmly grabbed Pepa’s neck to pull her in for a kiss. This time, unlike the last time, everything was much calmer. Pepa wasn’t touching or kissing a girl who she was “just having sex with”. She was kissing Silvia Castro, the woman she was madly in love with.
The kiss, then, was soft at first. Short kisses one moment, deeper ones at others. It was all so gentle that they couldn’t avoid embracing each other. They pressed against one another as closely as they could, the redhead’s hands traced Pepa’s back while Pepa wrapped one arm completely around Silvia’s body. They were holding each other as if it had been years since they last saw each other. They had missed each other so much…And their senses were heightened, the magic was back, and not only for the brunette. Silvia felt the sparks, the joy, the desire to be with her ex-wife even if it was only to hold her hands.
Little by little, desire began to make a bigger presence, and when the kiss intensified, they pushed the door to shut it completely. They didn’t want to make noise, and they wanted Noah to knock on the door if she got up on the middle of the night.
Silvia pulled Pepa by her pajamas to the bed. The redhead fell first, but since they were pressed together so tightly, Pepa fell right on top of her.
Both woman’s hands gently slipped the clothing off the other, undoing buttons, removing tops, lowering pants. And there, right in that bed, Silvia ceased to be submissive. Pepa had always used to initiate things, leaving the redhead to reciprocate afterwards, but this time it would be the reverse.
Silvia kissed Pepa’s collarbone, her shoulder, her neck while she unclasped her lover’s bra. The brunette, as she let Silvia kiss her, also unclasped her ex-wife’s bra, but that was all she could do before feeling a tongue slowly make its way down her body, creating a path from the tip of her chin to one of her breasts. Silvia softly circled the nipple, just barely grazing it, not exerting any pressure, which is something Pepa loved. The brunette started to breathe harder, and her hands tangled in Silvia’s red hair. Silvia, still brushing her tongue across her ex-wife’s breast, lowered her hand to touch Pepa’s most intimate area, still covered by her panties. When she realized that the brunette was sufficiently wet, she pulled aside the material and lowered her mouth to that spot. First she kissed the thighs, then the lips, causing Pepa to start moving her hips slowly, trying to feel more of those soft touches. Silvia, wanting to make Pepa suffer a little more, limited herself to dropping one kiss on Pepa’s clit. Just one kiss.
“What a bitch…” Pepa mumbled though she still had a smile on her face when she saw Silvia move away from her sex to kiss her on the mouth once again. “You can’t leave me like this.”
“Yes, I can.”
The kisses continued to get deeper. But their mouths couldn’t cover as much area as those kisses demanded, so the redhead finally surrendered and slipped one finger inside of Pepa.
The night carried on like that, like the many other nights they had had together, like the many more that were still to come. There didn’t appear to be much of a difference between the sex they had a few days before and the sex they had that night, but they both knew that the tenderness had grown and this time they had to stop themselves from saying an “I love you” into each other’s ears. The best thing was knowing taht they had all the time in the world to tell each other now that they were going to the Caribbean. There was only one problem…and it as the very thing that was growing inside Pepa’s belly. The very thing that Pepa would realize the next day, receiving it as just another surprise on the Day of the Three Kings.
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