I'm glad you were home, Querida.

Jessica opens the door to find Jorge smiling at her. Before she has a chance to say hello he has a grip on her hips. His kiss starts out gentle as he backs her away from the doorway. Just as he presses her into the wall, he lifts her hands above her head. She can't catch a breath between the kissing, nibbling and groping. His complete possesion of her in this moment was sending off alarm bells. But she can't think past all the sensations he's delivering. The feel of his body pressing against hers was intense. The feel of him so hard on her pelvis made her squirm. The grip he has on her hands gets stronger with every new sensation.

Jorge indulged on every bit of exposed skin he could see. Her scent was on his mind the entire flight. Seeing her shine sans make-up made him want her more. The taste of her lips is as he remembers from their meeting in L.A. He can't help but press his entire body against hers. They fit so well together. To have her completely  in this moment was breath taking. She looks so helpless with her wrists in his hands against the wall. Jorge knew better. He knew she was enjoying the moment. She keeps her control until the moment is right. So he took his time savouring her lips, lobes and neck. Her eyes were closed as soft sounds came out of her. Jorge lets her go to step back and watch her. The look in her eyes went from glazed to fire in seconds. This is the Jessica he remembers.

All that heat he delivers without saying a word. Unexpectedly showing up at her door as if time hasn't passed them by a long time ago. Jessica went from taken to furious to enticed in a matter of moments. She saw the look on his face the moment she decides to pounce. It's what she needs to dive in and not let go. She reaches out for a hold on him only to find them both pressed into the door. Her hands are everywhere. So frustrating to be kept from his copper skin. It only took a minute for him to realize her next move when she smilles. Jessica rips all of his buttons off with two rough tugs. She thinks about helping him out of his tie momentarily. Licking and nipping at his skin was more interesting at the moment. Feeling his breath quicken at her touch eggs her on. Just at his belt line, she wiggles her tongue along his skin. She knows he is holding back. Jessica makes her way back to that brilliant smile of his as she attempts to undo his buckle.

Jorge can see she's rushing to the finish line. He stops her at his buckle with both hands on her wrists. Again he takes hold of her. Pressing her against him with her hands behind her back. Her heavy breathing tells him she's all his in this moment. "Querida?" He felt her go very still in his hold. Jorge whispers it to her softly against her skin again, "Querida?" Jorge has to hold on to her as she tries to pull away. "lo que eres para mi?" He asks her as she's goes cold against him.

Jessica is shaken out of the moment by him calling her a term of endearment. It's not as if there isn't some other name with more depth or passion. She just isn't prepared to hear it. Then he asks again, "Who are you to me?" How does one answer a question like this? They've connected on a level like no other, but...  She isn't ready to hear this now, nor is she ready to answer. She stays silent longer than he expects. Jorge lets go of her as she steps back from him. She saw his smile fade away. But the fire in his eyes was intense as he closes the space between them. "Did you hear me? I know you understand every word." Jessica finds herself shaking her head no. She backs herself into a corner. She saw the look on his face, yet couldn't speak. He was so close, so beautiful, yet so momentary. Or was this what she always told herself? Before she had time to work it out in her head his hands where on her again.

Jorge had to get a hold of her. One hand at the small of her back, the other at the nape of her neck as he brings her close to him again. The way she shakes in his hands made him calm his anger. But he has to know where this ends. Breathing her in slowly as he calms down. He feels her hands on his face. She looks him in the eye. Wordless. The two of them are caught up in the silence of this inexplicable tension. Her lips press against his so softly. He strengthens his grasp on her. "What is this to you?" He bit her full lower lip before she answers. The way she goes soft in his hands let him know the answer. Now if only she could say it to him. He nibbles on her jaw, neck, shoulder. The feel of her hands in his hair was maddening. He sank his teeth into her shoulder. The moan she gives in reply infuriates him. He pulls away enough to see her face gone flush.

Jessica is dazed and confused in his embrace. It feels so good to be like this with him, but... Just as she looks back at him to see the heat in his eyes. Buttons go flying and she's standing bare before him. He's ripped  her dress to ruins. This only excites her more where she should have been afraid. She pulls him in closer for a kiss by his hair. The growl she gets in return pushes her to get more. Pressing her naked body against his partially clothed one gets her hot on the spot. Licking his neck, nibbling on his Adam's apple, nipping at his jaw...she loses herself in the moment. She watches as he removes the rest of his clothes without pulling away from her. Oh such beautiful skin on his lean frame. She had to get all of her against all of him, NOW! But he has other plans.

Jorge can see the desire all over her face. But he isn't willing to give in to her. He grabs a handfull of her hair in his fist. She stops short to glare at him before a smile spreads. He kept her at arms length long enough to think. She only took it as an invitation to be naughty. Putting his free hand on her breast, squeezing and kneading. He finds his middle and ring finger between her lips. She sucks them in softly until she has his undivided attention. Jorge knew there was only one way this will end. On his terms, his way, he's determined to close this door between them. He pulls her close to him. Slipping two fingers between her legs. She is so wet for him. Seeing her flush like this in his hands made it hard for him to maintain control. He continues to work her into a frenzy. Watching her try to find something to hold onto as her first orgasm rolls in. She was putty in his hands. He gave in to one more kiss before he let's her go.

Jessica is confused by this exchange. How could he bring her to this fever pitch and walk away. One last kiss. "I'll be damned if it ends like this." is all she could say to him as he walks away. He never stopped his stride. She trips over their clothes as she tries to reach him. He never looked over his shoulder to notice. She stops in the middle of her dining room, "ahora, en este momento". She watches him slow his pace to the luggage. "I am right here, in this moment, with you." She couldn't believe she'd said it aloud. It was what she knew she could give. The look on his face when he turns around let her know it isn't enough. All Jessica could do was sigh as she grew cold. "We've croseed two countries to see each other. Always in this moment. Right here, with you. 'Que mas quieres de mi?'"

Jorge couldn't believe the words she uttered. It isn't what he wants nor what he expects. But it's more than she's ever given. They'd seen the entire North American continent together through hotel suites and vacations. Is he asking for more than she can give? Is he pushing for more than what is reasonable? He shows up unanounced wanting, wanting what? All Jorge could do was sigh as he turns to her. "You're right, Querida. Nothing will stop me from calling you that. Does 'Amante' make you feel better? Can I call you my lover?" He watches her stare back wide eyed. But she starts to approach him with her hands reaching for his face. He found himself pulling away from her. She stands before him, bare, completely bare and lost.

Jessica thought she understood who they were to each other. She was lost in this moment. She thought this was a now, a here, a momentary thing whenever he came within reach. Yet here he was asking for a definition of what is or was between them. Why is it so hard for her to give this to him? She leaned on the archway to stare at him. She has to know what he wants. So she asks, "Who are you?" 'I am Jorge.' , "Who am I?" 'Jessica, of course.' he replies. "Why are you asking me this?" Jessica thinks, it's obvious considering all that's happened in the last hour. 'How do you want this to end, Jorge?' He pauses to stare at her. She's still against the wall, watching him.

"I don't want this to end, Amante. Having you available for this retreat, this moment, this time is special. The last 2 years have been amazing. I am not asking for it to change. I just want to hear you say what you feel out loud. Can you do that for me?" Jorge watched the color creep back up to her cheeks. Seeing her nipples go erect as she tries to control herself let him know more than anywords she could speak right now. Yet he needs her to say it. She reaches for him as she heads towards the couch. Jorge stops her to look her in the face. "Just say it."

Feeling trapped, Jessica relents to his request. No, demand. "I ache for you at the sound of your voice. The need is overwhelming whenever we touch. Everytime we separate, you take a piece of me with you. I wouldn't have it any other way." She watches his confusion as she speaks. She has the need to get dressed again. The chill was overwhelming in this moment of vulnerability. Jorge however isn't willing to let her go. The feel of his hands cupping her face was the only warmth in the room. Having him look at her, into her, this way was too much. This is precisely what she wanted to avoid so long ago. Then he kisses her ever so softly. The slow lingering mating of their lips, tongues and teeth nearly undid her on the spot. He let her go.

Jorge believes every word she speaks. He feels like he took more of her this time than he intended. Watching her turn to walk away from him was painful. He started this long ago on a dance floor two thousand miles away. She's given more of herself than she ever wanted. Now here he was being a bull in a china shop with her feelings. He stops her with a touch to the small of her back. All Jorge could think of is ruining the here and now. He wraps himself around her from behind. "Right here, right now, Can I have all of you?"

His words aren't moving her. She remains silent in his embrace. Jorge bit into her shoulder just to get a sound from her. He kept an arm around her waist while holding her neck with the other. She actually relents to this kind of control. He delivers soft licks from her ear to neck to shoulder. Feeling her turn to putty made him smile. Then her hands were in his hair again.

Jessica never allowed this kind of hold on her before. Allowing this kind of control was new. She isn't sure why she gave in to him either. His complete possesion of her made the moment intense. Feeling his desire along the line of her ass makes it hard for her to say no. So she says nothing at all. The feel of his strong hands on her neck keeping her exposed was intense. The pain and tenderness she feels at his hands and teeth is more than enough to agree to his wants. She linked fingers with him holding her by the waist. Her other hand in his hair as she says, 'Now, Always".

Jorge wasn't willing to accept her response in English. He knew she was at her most passionate when she spoke ner mother tongue. He dug his fingers linked with hers into her hips while whispering in her ear, "Otra vez, again Querida." The sigh he gains still isn't what he wants from her. A soft lick along the line of her ear ending with a bite to the side of her neck made her cry out. "Again, Otra vez, My dear." She starts to squirm and wiggle her ass against him as a distraction. He squeezes her tighter about the hips to keep her still. "Say it, or ..." Her grip on his hair is tighter as she says, "Ahora, Siempre". Jorge bit into her shoulder leaving a perfect impression of his teeth. She groaned at the sensation. He likes the way she shakes against him. Not in fear but anticipation of what's next.

Jessica found herself held tightly in his grip. Those words forced from her lips in a way she isn't expecting. He eased himself away from her. The only contact was their fingers linked. As Jessica moves to face him he keeps their hands as one. Again she's being backed into someting. This time it's her bed where they land tangled together. Their fingers linked together over her head. His tongue in her ear, on her neck, licking along her jaw. Her free hand tracing his chest, torso, hips and ass. The growl he lets loose is how she knows his control is almost lost. It was the slow stroke of one finger along his shaft that changed the moment. Instantly he was inside her. He felt like home. So sure was his hold on her that she can't control her emotions. She began to babble in English.

Jorge brought their linked hands behind her head as he moved inside her. He couldn't understand anything she babbling about. Nothing left to do but kiss her speechless. The moment made him go still inside her. He can feel  her soft, wet walls milking him in urgency. She tried desparately to rock her hips for more of him. Jorge just pressed her firmly into the bed. He knew how to make this kiss feel like an eternity. But he didn't plan to get lost in it with her. Jorge met her urgency with smooth slow strokes. He loves the feel of her hand tracing his skin. The slow lazy teasing of his flesh at her touch made him change pace. Her eyes rolled back as she gasps.

Jessica is so lost in this moment. The things he does to her body made her weak. Having him inside her, moving so slow and steady, brought her so close to the edge. Feeing so full and aching with him made her look for a place to hold onto. Her right hand was bound with his behind her head. Her left seeking somewhere before the eruption hits. Trying desparately not to mark his goregeous skin. She makes it to his hair just as the orgasm builds. With a handful of his thick black curls in her hand he dug deeper. His lips were on hers. She felt his tongue tracing her lower lip. She feels the tremors take her over the edge. Jorge's teeth sinking into her lower lip made her open her eyes. The electricity between them was her undoing. She knows he's watching.

Jorge couldn't miss a moment of this ecstasy on her face. Knowing it's him that brings her to the edge and back made him hold back his own release. He rolls them over until she's on top. Her locks fall forward hiding her face and covering them both. She smells so intoxicating as he'd remembered her the first time. He wants to see her face but she stops his forward motion linking their hands. He can only smile at her as she assumes control again. He isn't prepared for the rough ride she began. Her slow lazy hip rocking on his cock was gone. She took him hard and fast. He needs, wants...cant see her face.

Jessica felt the primal side of her take over. She isn't in a place to handle the sensations beginning to take her over. Watching him under her without him being able to see her was enough to push him. She knows he can't keep this pace without climax. Her last moment of control is all she wants. To end this moment with him beneath her, consumed by her, covered in her was more than worth it. Feeling his grip on their coupled fingers let her know he was close. The growl and bared teeth he tried to hide was like a trophy. She leans back to slow it down. Bringing their hands to a her breasts to knead as she rocked slowly to her next orgasm. She let go of his hands to lean back.

Jorge seizes the moment she releases his hands. He let her lean back to brace herself at his ankles. He pushes into her. The orgasm was immediate as she flooded his balls. He has to get more of her. He arches in and our of her slowly to watch her body shake. She's almost gone limp and has to grab hold of her again. He pulls her back up to him. Finding her hands behind her back he links fingers with her again and brings her back to him. Chest to chest so he could see her face again. Her quick shallow breathing was a sign she was near the edge again. He rolls them over again to be above her again. He dove into her again and let himself go when she whispers, 'Yo soy tuyo'.

Jessica had said it...I am yours. This was it. This is where and how it will end. A memory to hold onto. Something to write about later. The way he smiles down at her is enough. She knew this is what he wanted to hear. But no more could be given with the differences and distances between them. The question is, does he recognize it also. the heat of the moment will fade. The reality of their situation will surely sink in. Or so Jessica hopes. Instead he strokes her jawline with his thumbs. Such a soft touch but possesive in nature. The soft kiss he gives makes both of them sigh.

Jorge hadn't intended on this end. Wasn't ready for it to end at all. This close, this moment, the intimacy of it all was an awakening. This couldn't be more than it is, has been or was for them. Yet he pushed for more from Jessica. The time and space between them is why she never completely let go. What is he going to do now? So lost in her and this moment, Jorge can't think straight. He had to hold onto her just a little longer.
He rolled them over so she covered him. Her hair spread across his chest. Her hand over his heart, the other linked with his behind his head. This is how he wants to remember her is he can't have her beyond now, this moment. "I'm glad you were home, Querida."