I was a jittery mess.

Florencio left the bathroom door open as he prepared himself for bed and all I could do was stare. He kept his shirt on but I imagined underneath.

Unwillingly, I turned my self over on my stomach, pretending the weight of the blanket was him. My pants felt too restricting all of a sudden, my shirt too.

I felt the bed dip. Florencio placed a hand on my back.

"Whats wrong?"

I swallowed. "I told you nothing."

His warm hand made my legs twitch. "Parker, don't lie. Something happened between last night and now. I'd like to know what."

"I-I don't know." I shoved my face in the pillow so he couldn't see my face. "Last night I asked you to let go of me and you didn't. I was so humiliated and you've making fun of me for it."

The hand that was rubbing my back stopped. "Making fun of you?"

"Yes," I pouted. "You've just been teasing me about it."

He resumed touching me. "Parker, I liked it a lot. You should know that."

I grew more and more embarrassed. "B-but you were trying to sleep and I wasn't. You should've listened to me."

He stopped touching me and I wished he hadn't. "I was serious. We'll do whatever you want to do. Do you want to go home?"

"No," I said after some thinking.

"Do you want me to sleep in another room?"

"No."

Florencio laughed but it sounded forced. "Honey, I don't know what to do with you then."

I huffed.

I felt him lean over me and kiss my head. "You're right, I should've listened so you wouldn't feel embarrassed now. I'm sorry."

"Okay," I mumbled into the bed. His apology didn't change how I felt.

He sighed, barely touched my hair before pulling away. "I'm going downstairs. Take a shower, I'm done using the bathroom."

There was three other bathrooms in this house. We both could've easily been clean already. My heart sank when I realized he wanted to be apart from me.

"Thank you," I managed to choke out as he closed his bedroom door.

How did I ruin this, so quickly too?

Miserably, I retreated to the bathroom. Florencio offered I brush my teeth with him. I refused. Why was I like this?

He said he liked it. He said I shouldn't be embarrassed. So why was I? Because I'd been wanting something Florencio wasn't going to give me. I got it all wrong. He didn't want to have sex with me. I was embarrassed because I'd been so open and he didn't care.

I showered quickly, avoiding looking at myself in the mirror. I threw on the fresh clothes I brought in with me and exited the bathroom.

Florencio wasn't back yet. Was he coming back? I left his room and took one step out. I ran straight into Florencio.

He stared down at me, face emotionless. "You done?"

"Yes." Like a wimp, I gulped, feeling as though something was in my throat.

Florencio lowered himself to my level, kissed the side of my mouth. A harsh breath left me.

"Calm down, honey," he hushed me. "I won't do anything. Believe me?"

I didn't move, just looked at him.

"I'm sleeping downstairs," he told me. I wanted to convince him otherwise, but the decision had been made.

He left me there, standing stupidly in the hallway.

I tried to sleep, really did. The clock read ten pm, but I felt like I was on some high. I kept trying to reach for Florencio and he wasn't there. After some more tossing and turning, I got up.

I didn't care if he was sleeping. I would apologize for my behavior, even if I was hurting.

Downstairs was creepy, dark and wide. Florencio never said where downstairs.

I heard rattling. Footsteps.

I tired to calm my anxiety, remembering it was just Florencio, but where?

Hands grasped my shoulders from behind and I jumped, screaming.

"Parker? It's just me. I'm sorry. What are you doing down here?"

I spun around. Florencio's voice was husky and I flushed.

"I couldn't sleep," I said dumbly.

Florencio squinted, like if he was trying to figure out if I was serious. "I think I have melatonin. Do you want me to check?"

I shook my head.

He took a deep breath. "It's late—"

"Can you walk me back to your room?" I blurted, scared if I didn't say anything he'd walk away.

"Yeah," he laughed. "Sure." He walked ahead of me, fast due to his long legs.

"I'm sorry for acting how I did. I shouldn't have taken my... insecurities out on you," I apologized as we were walking up the stairs.

He hummed, seeming disinterested.

Oh.

We reached his room and he waited for me to open the door and walk in.

"Did you hear me?" I asked him.

He nodded.

"I don't think you did because—"

"Parker," he cut me off sternly. "I... I like everything about you. I know you're embarrassed about what I thought, but your nipples getting hard isn't—."

I cringed. "It's not that!"

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.

"Um, Florencio," I started awkwardly. "My libido is just high and—" I took a deep breath, the real humiliation coming. "I know you've mentioned it a few times, but I don't think you want to have sex with me." By the end of my pathetic speech, my eyes were closed. This was stupid. Boohoo, he didn't want to sleep with me.

Florencio sighed, sounding mad. "How could you think I don't want you, Parker? It's like you don't listen to me at all," he said softly now, anger gone. "It'll never be just sex with you. That's why I haven't just put it in." A small laugh left him.

"Oh." I scratched at my arm nervously. "Okay."

He gave me a look that said I was crazy. "Sleep tight, honey."

I grabbed his arm, stopping him. "You should sleep here. It is your room."

"Nice try. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable anymore."

"Florencio, I went downstairs because I couldn't sleep."

He nodded hesitantly. "I'm leaving when you fall asleep."

I shrugged solemnly.

He followed behind me and watched as I got under the covers. He laid down next to me.

"Can you hold me?" I whispered.

He spooned me and I rolled over so we were face to face.

"Go to sleep," he murmured, lightly dragging a finger down the bridge of my nose.

"I want to kiss you," I confessed. "Please?"

He stopped. "You don't have to ask."

I took a deep breath and pressed my lips to his. He didn't respond. I tried to persuade him, moving harder, tentatively bitting his bottom lip.

He groaned softly. Placing my hands on his chest, I lifted myself up higher so I was half on top of him. His hair felt silky in my hands. I pulled gently.

Florencio's hands ghosted over my body. His light touches up my thigh had me pressing my legs together.

"Parker." He grabbed the back of my neck, taking over the control I had. I was gasping for air, and Florencio just swallowed all of it. His tongue slid in and rubbed against mine. My hands were fisting the pillow he was laying on.

His other hand touched me sensually. I shoved my chest against his, wanting him to feel what he was doing to me. He reached between us, pinching my chest. I whimpered, the pain going straight to where a light thrumming turned intense.

"I—I—" I was thankful Florencio stopped me because I would've let the words flow out.

"Parker." He kissed me softly and stopped touching me. "I'll stop."

"No, Florencio. Please. I want to keep going." I bit his neck like he's done to me so many times, covered the mark with a kiss.

"Honey..."

The look in my eyes must have confirmed I wanted him to continue with this. I knew he wanted me and I knew he would stop if I asked. My desire for him skyrocketed.

He got off the bed, left me laying there on my stomach.

"Get on your back."

I turned over.

"Can I take off your pants?"

My hips lifted, inviting him too.

Florencio climbed on the bed so he sat on his knees at my feet. He leaned over me, biting my hard nipples through the shirt. He stared at me as he did, lifting up slightly.

I felt something hot in my stomach that gushed out of me. He resumed back to taking off my pants. I gasped when he spread my legs. He got on top of me, one leg between mine, gripping my thighs hard as he kissed me.

I squealed when his knee brushed against the apex of my thighs. He kept kissing me, biting and sucking, but it was hard to respond when his knee kept touching me. I jerked slightly when he purposely pushed against me.

"Move, honey," he said, making me look up at him questionably. "Why do you think I put my knee there?"

"Oh," I breathed, blushing furiously.

I didn't dare move until he was kissing me again. Something was just so dirty, using his leg to stimulate myself.

His hands grabbed the end of my shirt. I nodded, letting him take it off.

He smiled before going down and taking my breast in his mouth. His tongue glided, swirled over my nipple, before sucking harshly. His hand touched the other breast, stroking and pinching. His teeth lightly grazed, then bit down hard. My back arched. The pain was so good. He did the same to the other.

My underwear was ruined, probably doing nothing better to Florencio's leg that I was grinding.

He moved his leg to the outside of mine, straddling me correctly. I moaned when he shoved his hips against mine. The hardness of him was a sensation I'd never get used to.

"Parker, I'm going to take off my pants," he told me, looking up at me. "Is that okay?"

"Yes," I breathed, watching him slide off his sweatpants. I was disappointed when he didn't move to take off his boxers.

My knees were crushing his sides. I couldn't help it.

His hand slipped between my legs, rubbing up and down my thigh.

I opened my legs. "Florencio..."

He smiled, a naughty glint in his eyes. "What happened to sleeping, honey?" He pushed my legs open as far as I could. Slowly, he slid the flimsy material of my underwear off me.

Florencio groaned at seeing the wetness between my legs. He laid back on me, not letting me see him touch me. I was glad almost. I wasn't sure if I could handle watching him... do that.

I breathed through my nose heavily as he traced my opening, up and down, coating his fingers in my desire for him. I whimpered when his thumb came down gently on the bundle of nerves that was throbbing with need.

"Parker," he sighed. "What am I going to do with you?" His thumb suddenly circled gently. I cried out. He kissed me. "So pretty, honey." The pace of his movements sped up, circling the bud faster, aggressively. My hips shook as I tried to move, legs tried to close around his hand, but he held them open.

"Florencio," I whimpered when I felt his fingers slide in me. I tightened around him.

"It's okay," he assured me. "Relax or I have to stop."

He was right. I had done this with him before, I wanted to again, but something felt different, I knew something now.

Once I relaxed, he pushed his finger in me all the way. The intrusion made my eyebrows scrunch. He pumped slowly, never once stopping the pressure on the source of my nerves. I gasped when his finger curled. I felt waves of pleasure flood from me. Florencio shoved another finger in, stretching me.

I gasped, trembling.

Florencio pushed harder on the bud. Suddenly he pinched me, and made a scissoring motion with his fingers.

I sobbed as he focused on a certain spot inside me, moving with more intent. The tight feeling in my stomach built until I felt it cause an ache in my core. My hips moved with his hand, heart beating wildly.

"Florencio, Florencio!" I screamed when he stroked deeper. He pressed down hardly once more, and the feeling in my stomach broke. I couldn't breathe as I came, choking on my words. Florencio removed his fingers from me, but continued to rub the abused bud. My whole lower half felt hypersensitive, but his fingers caused the feeling to build even faster again.

Florencio kissed me gently. "Are you okay? Did you like that?"

I nodded, shivering when Florencio stopped his movements on my nerves. My knees pressed together, rubbing, and I gasped.

Florencio laughed. "Sensitive?" He leaned down and bit my nipples. I threw my head back as he worshiped my chest. I felt every stroke of his tongue, every intense beat my heart endured. He watched me the whole time, his eyes dark with hunger.

"Fuck, Parker," he said against my chest. "I want to eat you." He licked the trail of sweat that was between my breast. I wasn't sure how I was so sticky. I was just laying here.

Florencio pulled my legs apart and grinned when I heaved. "I'm not done. Unless you've absolutely had it, we'll be here for as long as I want."

My body pulsed at his authority. I liked when he took initiative, told me what we were going to do.

My toes curled when his finger traced me again. It was almost painful— it turned me on. It made me impossibly more hot. Whimpering, my hips lifted up as he brought me to another end.

I came down from my high, gripping Florencio's shirt. I asked him to take it off. Immediately, I ran my hands over his hard, warm skin.

He traveled down to my feet, grabbing my ankles and placing them on his shoulders, spreading me lewdly. The slight embarrassment from being so exposed spurred the heat in me.

Florencio lowered himself between my legs. His body burned the inside of my thighs. He kissed my thighs, sucking and biting, leaving blotches of blue and purple.

"Please," I begged. "Please, please."

One more kiss to my thigh, then he was licking up tortuously slow in between my legs. My thighs were already pressing against his head. He didn't seem to mind, humming, and I bucked at the feeling.

His tongue played with the throbbing bud and I gasped. The sight of his head between my legs was still so new, so sexual. Florencio's hand sneaked under me, pushing his fingers in me. The texture of his fingers, sliding in, his tongue on me, I was going insane.

"So sweet, honey," he groaned against me, the vibrations caused more heat to pool. "Always so fucking good."

My hips moved crazily, almost trying to get away from the intense pleasure.

A sharp slap was delivered to the side of my ass for moving so much.

I cried out. It was impossible not jump. Florencio sucked on my nerves harshly, curled inside me, and I blanked as I finished.

I couldn't feel anything expect for his mouth on me. I don't even remember getting under Florencio. His weight crushed me in the best way. He held me tightly, shushing me as I controlled my breathing again.

I calmed eventually, but my body was still buzzing.

"Parker, I'm here, it's alright." Florencio's voice was rough. His whole body was tense. His muscles were stiff. Teeth were grinding. When I accidentally brushed against his hips, he pushed my legs back further away from him.

It'll never be just sex with you.

"Florencio," I whispered, grabbing his shoulders, trying to get on him.

"No, it's okay. You're tired. Sleep." He closed his eyes, forehead creased with pain.

But I wanted to. He gave me such immense pleasure, I needed to do the same for him.

"You told me in Mexico," I began. "We'd have sex when I'm ready. I kissed him. "I'm ready."

His eyes opened, chest rose and fell with surprise.

When he didn't move, I sucked on his bottom lip, rubbing my hands up and down his hard body. In the process, I managed to get on top.

Suddenly, I was flipped on my back, him back on top of me where he belonged.

Florencio stared down at me. "Parker, you're so beautiful. You won't ever know how much this means to me."

My eyes burned with emotion.

"You can tell me to stop at anytime," he said. Seeing my expression he continued, "We can stop now."

I shook my head frantically. "I won't want to stop. You can have me, Florencio. Take it all."

He leaned down and kissed me with such urgency, my jaw burned from the exercise. I tasted myself on his tongue and I moaned at how wrong it should've been, but it got me worked up all over again.

Florencio played with me again down there, getting me to open my legs again, having me become used to the feeling of his fingers in me. My legs trembled and Florencio got off me. I panted, closed my eyes.

I heard him rustle around with what sounded like foil.

I flushed. Oh, yeah.

He came back on top of me.

"Honey, look at me, please."

I did.

Lips brushed against mine.

"It's all for you," he whispered. "It always has been."

He pushed inside me and any pleasure I had felt before left. He stretched me wide, wider than his fingers ever could. He penetrated me deeply and it hurt. I felt so full, ripped apart, and I couldn't help the mewl that left me.

"Honey," he hushed me, leaning down to kiss all over my face. "I'm sorry. It'll feel good soon, I promise."

"O-okay," I stammered as he wiped a tear that managed to escape.

Florencio allowed me to adjust. Slowly my legs and muscles relaxed. Just laying there, the burn returned to my body. I felt myself tighten around him. I moved hesitantly.

Florencio held my hips. "Parker, don't move. I need to..." he took a deep breath, never finishing his sentence.

"It feels nice," I told him honestly. I grew more aware of the fullness and how good it felt now. Florencio was pressing against something I didn't even know existed. "You can move."

"Yeah?"

I moved my head to kiss his forearm by my head. "Yes."

Then he moved. His thrust caused the pain to ease and turn into something amazing. His hips moved slow and rhythmically against mine. I gasped at the feeling of him in me. Something pulsed so deep within me, my breathing stuttered. I felt the pleasure shoot up my spine.

"Harder," I begged, my legs winding around his waist tightly. My breathing was loud and harsh.

"Parker," Florencio moaned as he sped up, the sound coming deep from within his chest.

"Oh, fuck. God, you're perfect," He kissed me passionately, hands playing with my breasts as he continued move in me harder and faster.

I whimpered when one hand went down to rub my nerves as he slid in and out of me.

His mouth moved and sucked, bit my neck.

Florencio was groaning, whispering such filthy things to me. Spanish slipped in a few times and it had my face turning red.

I tightened and pulsed around him, making him move faster, practically slamming against me.

"Good girl," he praised me when I rolled my hips to meet his. My fingernails dug into his shoulders, scratching down his back. The look on his face, noises he made, caused my heart swell.

The emotions I held for him burst in my heart, causing a hot flower to bloom.

I love you.

I did. I loved him. I didn't care about what he did, who he was, what anyone thought because I loved him.

Florencio kissed me, swallowing my sob.

Unlike the other times, my ending was felt so huge, so intense.

Florencio grabbed my hips tightly, fingers pressing hard into me it hurt so perfectly. He got me to move with his deep, fast pace and I cried out when I released. My orgasm made my legs shake, my eyes shut tightly, mouth askew in pleasure.