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On a table in between you and against a wall, somewhat outside, but not. You carry with you all intent of pulling me a part. Us alone, but possibly not. We’re shadowed by quiet, transparent walls within an empty hostel far. Not quite making it to the room, a few steps away, we stop under canopying arches and the tunnels cocooning us in. This moment has been thought through while on the plane, you admit, once your flight lands later on. Your tongue spreads as you go straight down my sternum, navel and abdomen, bypassing, only positioning, the thighs, to get to the part you crave most. Da Palma da Minha Mão to Canção sounding familiar, coming from the bar across. A small town we meet in, time to time.

Holding my ankles forty-five, then sixty to ninety degrees with your forearms. Your hands grabbing hard, loving all inside with your most agile part. Me promising you to be silent, but failing. Nothing makes you more furious than having to stop. An adjustment you make, coming up to my face, holding it tight, demanding obedience. Your hands are spread and strong. I never forget after you remind me. It only takes once. Hmm… My most temperamental love.

“Be quiet, my Queen. I’ve already told you,” returning to the path of shadows cascading off my legs from the arches and tunnels he and me are immersed within. A quick look up from him, “Queen… You cum for me.”

I am, my Prince… Ten times, more. Your voice sends me to places I’ve never lived before. My beautiful man, me unable to resist your touch. The tone of your desert skin, the sounds from across the street, your cracked and open heart… I’m in love.

Inching your mouth upward, navigating thirty-six to twenty-four to thirty-four, licking across. Smiling in a Cheshire grin while landing on my lips, kissing hard. I’ll lick all of me off of you, magical hoarder you are with all of me in your arms.

In between my legs, your groin now pressing deep into me, without any hesitation you’re inside, pulsating tight in rhythm to a melancholy nocturne with the music from the bar across. So powerful the force, I can barely keep up with you, breathing so hard into your neck. I can taste the humidity off your skin in this most public spot, but not. You moaning “mami” over and over and over, increasing speed. I feel an agitated, yet, loving energy from you tonight.

Increasingly seedy your intent, maneuvering me to turn around, you make me stand with my hips tilted high, connecting to the leanness of your pelvic bone. I’m filled fully within a second of it realized, with you now completely draped across my back.

Truth - You’ve told me one afternoon, sitting across from a cup of coffee, you like how fit I am and “I think you can handle me, when I handle you hard".

More truth - Please cum, my love. Before you split me in two.

Moaning in screams, I’m afraid of who might now know, things drifting with you into an orange zone. You don’t care, you become out of control, becoming merciless in your mood. I am always at your mercy in private, and public, too.

I’m gripping the shallow, beveled edges of a table that has me pinned to you. Unable to move in between, the thrusts causing both the table and me to move with you. Your agitation now surfacing, taking you into a darker shade of mood. I don’t always understand how to bring you back, to subdue you.

“My Prince, please…” I beg.

Truth - I am hoping to slow you.

Covering my mouth, “Nah, ma… Fazer tudo.” He leans down closer while entering and exiting me, “I’m everything. Your son, your brother, your husband, your lover... Tell me,” his right hand coming down, around the right side of my carotid artery.

Your other hand on my left hip, pinning me to you.

Truth - You want to push my limits with uneasiness. I don’t accept and that only makes you more volatile and violent.

More truth - It’s okay. Whatever it takes, my love.

“My Prince, I’m begging you… No,” hoping the tone registers on a different note with him, my physical pain now hard to deny, mami crying out to you.

Just like that, you stop.

So does the music.

He inhales, “Ma, I’m sorry.”

Short breaths are cutting the silence with you inside me, throbbing, and I’m kept motionless and still. Your stillness extending from inside the deepest part of you, to the lowest and smallest part of my back.

Truth - You overwhelm me when I feel you cannot stop.

His emotions and lips fully on my left, highest cheekbone, speaking, “Nobody is here, stop. Stop, stop… Don’t cry.”

There you are, Prince.

“Let me make love to you, Queen. Right here, in my arms. I won’t hurt you, I promise,” him kissing the lines silhouetting my left shoulder blade while continuing to throb inside me, warm. Sweetly his words he speaks, “You’re so beautiful, my love.”

You turn me to your face, tracing my jawline to help meet your lips to mine.

“Look at me, ma,” he says. “Please,” he so innocent.

My panting breath shallow while looking up at you. I’m always surprised by you, your aggression, how quick you can turn sweet.

“I know, my sweetheart. I know, I did wrong. I’m too much sometimes, let me make up to you right now,” wiping my tears with his soft, sandy palms. “Yes?” He confirms.

I nod slowly and deliberately, of course. What else to do. You’re so magical and beautiful.

Your hands never leave at anytime when in reach of me, attached to me, as you lick each one of my remaining tears away from me, a fetish you seek from me.

I sigh, smiling to you, my Prince.

Ó voz da minh’ alma continues to play, the music in the air from the bar across.