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Chapter 6 - Xavi Hernandez - Catalan Lessons

Xavi came back to our place, where we watched “The Notebook” with Lea.  He was actually man enough to admit that he had seen it before and it made him cry. That was one male European trait that I appreciated, men weren’t afraid to admit that they have emotions or do things Americans consider “unmanly”.  Xavi was comfortable with his sexuality, something that became clearer as the night progressed.

After Lea went to bed I showed him around the apartment, not much to see. He had already seen the living/dining area before, so I quickly showed him the kitchen and bathroom before heading to my room.

“You have a balcony. That’s nice,” he said pointing to the far end of the room.

“Yeah, it’s my favorite part. It’s nice to always have somewhere to sit and enjoy the city,” I said as I walked to the glass door to peer out.

He responded, “Yes, it’s a nice view.” I was startled because I hadn’t heard him follow me across the room.

He gently took my hand as I turned around to face him.

“Eres tan guapa – you’re so attractive,” he said looking directly into my eyes. He rubbed his thumb across my cheek, “Te hago ruborizar – I’m making you blush.” He smiled and kissed me tenderly on the lips.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as our kiss got deeper. I felt the pressure from him hugging my waist, pushing my body against his. We fit together like pieces of a puzzle, the contours of my body met by his. His hands rested on the small of my back, slipping up under my shirt. My hands moved from his neck up to his head, fingers tangled up in his hair as I pulled lightly in response to my overwhelming yearning. His hands continued north, but stopped suddenly. He pulled back slightly, gave me a look that asked, “Are you sure this is okay?” I smiled and nodded my head.

“Oh, wait!”I said as he started to kiss me again.

I ran and closed the door completely, locking it behind me. He looked at me in amusement. I smiled and lifted my shirt over my head in one quick swoop. I playfully threw it at him and he cracked up laughing. The smile still hadn’t left his face.

“It’s your turn,” I said jokingly.

“Fair enough,” he said as he tugged of his shirt.

God, my vision turned into slow motion. His muscles tensed up as he pulled it over his shoulders and off his head, still wearing that million dollar smile.

“Wow,” I let out in disbelief. I laughed. “Sorry. It’s just…well, I should have realized you’d look like that,” I said, motioning my hand up and down in shock.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” he teased.

His personality was great. I felt lighthearted and comfortable with him. He always made me laugh, which I found incredibly attractive. We met in the middle of the room, at the foot of the bed, and picked up where we had left off. The only difference this time around was that I could feel the heat of his body against mine, his breathing, the tensing of his muscles as we embraced each other. His hands moved down from my back and held me to him. I could feel it pressed against me through his pants as he separated my legs with his hand and wrapped me around him. He was definitely enjoying himself. Feeling him hard against me – knowing that I had turned him on – aroused me more than anything.

His hand swept around my body and crept up my skirt. His fingers traced the curve of my thighs and began to massage me through my underwear. I let out a breathy moan and threw my head back in pleasure. He didn’t let up, kissing my neck as he led me to the bed. I sat on the edge of the mattress and began to unbutton his pants. Before I had a chance to remove them, he was on top of me. I slipped my hands around the zipper and inside to touch him.

He stood again and gently tugged at my skirt, but it didn’t budge. I giggled and unzipped it along my left hip. He pulled again and guided it around my knees and threw it on the floor. He kicked off his pants. I held up my leg in his direction, hoping to wrap it around him and pull him closer. He grabbed it and kissed my ankle, calf, knee, and continued moving north. The stubble on his face tickled as he kissed my inner thigh. He slipped my underwear off my hips and held his left hand under my body as the fingers on his other hand slid inside of me.  I felt a burst of fire shoot through my body as I felt the pressure of his fingers moving back and forth, in and out.

My body felt heavy like it was made of lead, I had trouble keeping my eyes open and lifting my head from the pillow. His breathing got deeper with mine, turned on just watching what he was doing to me. He moved up the bed, his face meeting mine. One palm pressed against the mattress, supporting his weight, the other supporting my head as we kissed. Although he was holding himself up, I could still feel his weight against me. I slid my hand down his underwear as our lips crushed against each other; he bit my lip and moaned. I pushed down on the elastic band with my fingers and used my feet to guide his briefs down his legs until they were low enough for him to kick off.

I didn’t even have time to think about what was happening. Nothing entered my mind but pure pleasure. He was no longer restricted by his underwear and I felt how hard he was as he rubbed against me. He covered me in kisses – tracing my lips with his tongue, sucking on my neck, nibbling on my ears, flicking his tongue back and forth across my nipple. I slid my hand between us and guided him in me. He entered the tip gently, but later drove in me with sheer force. I wrapped my leg around his waist, applying pressure on his backside with my hands to push him deeper. He grew even harder, letting out a low moan with each thrust.

Completely consumed by our desire, we hadn’t managed to speak a single word since I had locked the door.  I was dying from the pleasure. I planted my feet on the mattress and arched up my back and hips so that he was deeper inside of me.  He moved rhythmically – in and out – and I couldn’t help but tighten around him. My legs began to shake uncontrollably. I let out a deep moan.

“Ay, sí…aprieta, aprierta,” he sighed.  

One more forceful thrust and his mouth opened to let out a cry of satisfaction. His muscles tensed, his body jerked, and he collapsed on top of me with his cheek pressed against my chest.