Can you do a fic only if you liked or a post where camilo walks in on his parents?
Sure! Hope you like this!
“Wake up, mi amor.”
Reluctantly, Pepa opened her eyes and saw Félix beaming down at her. It must have been later in the morning than she thought; the sun was streaming in through the window strongly enough to hurt her sleepy eyes. Instinctively, she squinted and shielded them with her hand.
“It’s too bright,” she complained, pulling the covers over her head to block the light.
“That’s because you overslept,” Félix explained patiently.
Pepa hmphed. “I couldn’t fall asleep again last night. Too many thoughts… you know how it is,” she finished darkly. “Forgive me for wanting to catch up on lost sleep.”
He smiled at her sympathetically. “I know, mi vida, but we gotta go down to breakfast soon. We can’t hold everyone up again.”
“Screw breakfast,” she proclaimed petulantly.
Félix chuckled. “Wouldn’t you rather screw me?”
Pepa pulled down the covers and regarded him deviously. “There’s an idea.”
“I thought you wanted to catch up on your sleep,” he teased, his dark eyes sparkling mischievously.
“I can do that later. Right now…” her hand trailed up his arm and to his chest, “I want to be with mi esposo.”
Félix gulped as her hand continued traveling over his body: over his chest, down his belly, and to his thighs. “How can I say no to that?”
She paused, lifting her hand from his thigh. “I thought we were going to be late to breakfast?”
He laughed. “We are, but this isn’t exactly a hard decision.”
“I can think of something that is hard.” She threw a glance to where the covers now tented over his middle.
“Ay, woman; you’ll be the death of me.” He rolled his eyes, pretending to be annoyed, but the small sliver of a smile gave him away.
“Are you complaining?” Her hands returned to his body, wandering over his torso and down to his legs. One hand wrapped around his length and the other gripped his thigh as she stroked up and down.
“About this? Never.” He kissed her as she continued her ministrations; showering her with languid, indulgent kisses, his hands roaming over her body as well. Eventually, his mouth left hers to trail lower and latch onto her neck, sucking on the delicate skin.
Already, Pepa flushed a pretty shade of pink. Her eyes fluttered shut and she moaned, feeling his lips working on her neck. There would be a bruise there later, but she could just sneak some food out of Julieta’s basket before anyone saw her.
Food… Hazy thoughts floated through her mind. Something about the idea of food triggered her memory. They had to do something related to food, but ay, she couldn’t quite remember what. Thinking had become arduous, between their activities and the thick, humid air weighing on them. His hands felt so good on her…
He groaned, feeling her small hand loosen its grip on him. “What happened?” He murmured; his words heavy with sleep. “Are we stopping?”
She shook her head. “Don’t you dare stop,” she warned him. To assuage the throbbing between her legs, she maneuvered herself to grind on his leg. The pressure felt heavenly against her. Her motions were hypnotic, back and forth as she climbed higher and higher. Her hand now slipped entirely off of his length and she braced herself with her hands as she mindlessly humped his leg.
She was completely lost in her pleasure when his voice interrupted her. “You look like you’re having a good time; mind if I join you?”
Her eyes flew open, and she realized that she had completely abandoned her poor husband. “Lo siento, mi sol. I was feeling too good.”
“I can see that.” He cracked a smile. “Want to feel too good together?”
Her answer came in the form of a ravenous kiss, swooping down to meet his lips with her own as she cupped the side of his face with both hands. All the while, her hips had kept up their motions rutting instinctively to get her closer to her peak, until his large hands grabbed her hips to still her.
Carefully, he lifted her off his leg and guided her higher, leaving her to hover over his length, which appeared to be aching for attention. “It seems like you’re ready,” he offered by way of explanation.
That was an understatement. She knew just how wet she was, smearing it all over his thigh just seconds before. Breathless, she nodded and sank down slowly. Usually, he’d take the time to prepare her with his fingers, but neither of them was in the mood for patience today. Instead, she felt him stretching her, still having to adjust after all these years as she took more and more of him inside. The burning sensation quickly gave way to indescribable pleasure, and she started to rock her hips.
“Feels good, Pepi,” Félix grunted, thrusting up into her. His hands came to rest on her hips, thumbs rubbing the divots in them soothingly.
Pepa nodded, too out of breath to speak. This was amazing. It had been so long since they’ve gotten to do this in the morning. Why didn’t they do it more often? Probably for a good reason, but one that was escaping her right now.
A voice calling up the stairs gave her the answer she didn’t want to know. “Mamá! Papá! Breakfast time!”
Both Pepa and Félix froze, looking at each other in fear. They could hear footsteps growing closer.
Pepa cursed under her breath. Right. That was why they didn’t make love in the morning. Because someone would inevitably interrupt them. Hearing the footsteps still getting louder, she called out, “We’ll be right there, Camilo!”, hoping against hope that he would have the good sense to just take her word and go back downstairs. They could finish up quickly and join the rest of the family, with no one the wiser.
No such luck. He seemed to be right outside their door now.
Pepa’s heart thumped wildly in her chest. “You locked the door, right?” She whispered to Félix. They kept it unlocked at night in case Antonio needed something, but surely Félix would have locked it after he woke up, right?
He looked at her strangely. “No, I got up only a little bit before you. And I was too busy admiring your beauty to do anything else.”
Pepa fought the urge to smack his dopey lovesick face. Most of the time, his romantic words made her swoon. She was a sucker for that sappy stuff, he knew that. But that wasn’t necessarily the case when their son was opening the door and Félix was still inside her, and-
Acting fast, she pulled herself off him gingerly, wincing at the pain, and lay down next to him, covering herself with a sheet. Remembering that she wasn’t the only one who was naked, she checked to make sure that the more strategic areas of Félix’s body were covered too. There. At least they were sort of decent. Now this would be only somewhat traumatizing instead of completely scarring.
Just in the nick of time too. Camilo had thrown the door open and was now staring horrorstricken at the scene in front of him. “Ugh!” He made a disgusted face. “Were you guys- never mind, I don’t want to know the answer to that.”
Pepa squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to yell at her precious son, whom she loved very much, just because he interrupted them. “I said we’d be right down, Camilo.” Her words had an exasperated edge that she couldn’t quite sand away. “Didn’t you hear me?”
“I did, but abuela said to make sure you guys came down.” His voice sounded different. “She said to be really insistent.”
“Of course she did,” Pepa muttered under her breath. Because why wouldn’t her mother ruin her love life the same way she did when she was young? Sighing, she opened her eyes to see Antonio, covering his face with his hands. Startled, she backed up into the headboard; clutching the covers over her chest and breathing hard. The only thing worse than her fifteen-year-old seeing them like this was her five-year-old. But it couldn’t be Antonio, no one else had come up the stairs. She would have heard. Masking her fear with anger, she scolded Camilo. “Don’t do that!”
Camilo peered at her through Antonio’s tiny hands. “Sorry, mamá.” He shifted back to his own body. “I was hoping if I shifted into someone smaller it would be better because I wouldn’t be able to see as much, but no, there is no fixing this.”
“How would that possibly be better?” She yelled. It was bad enough having one child catch her in the act. Two would be mortifying enough to send her to an early grave. Thankfully, the fog that was swirling around them now blurred their surroundings enough to assuage the worst of the embarrassment.
“I don’t know!” He yelled back. “I panicked!” He made a retching sound.
“We’re not particularly thrilled about you walking in either,” Pepa mumbled under her breath, only to feel her arm being squeezed lightly by Félix, who’d kept quiet until now.
“Well, you’ve passed on your message now, Camilo. We’ll be right down…as soon as we get dressed, eh?” Félix was clearly going for a conversational tone. How he was able to do that, Pepa had no idea.
“Oh God! You guys are naked!” The realization was only now dawning on him. Camilo fled from the room, slamming the door shut behind himself. “I wish my gift was erasing memories!” He still sounded nearby.
“The feeling is mutual,” Pepa gritted out through her teeth, rolling her eyes.
He was getting farther away now. “I’m gonna tell abuela you’re up- I mean, you’re awake, ugh!” He stomped down the stairs. “I’m gonna ask tía Julieta if her arepas can cure my eyes because that was horrifying!”
They waited until he’d gone all the way down the stairs before they spoke again.
“That was close.” Pepa was the one to break the silence. “Too close.”
“It was,” Félix agreed. “I knew there was a reason we don’t do that in the mornings.”
“Yes, it occurred to me too, after hearing Camilo climb up the stairs,” Pepa replied dryly. She let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding before facing him. “How are you so calm about this?”
Félix rubbed soothing designs on her arm and side. “Relax, amor, he didn’t see anything. We’ll just have to lock the door next time, is all.”
“Next time?” Having their son walk in on them had completely killed the mood for Pepa. She couldn’t even think about “next time” right now.
“Don’t tell me you’re planning on never sleeping with me again.”
The idea was absolutely ludicrous, and they both knew it. Pepa glared at him for even suggesting it. “I’m not, I just- ugh!” She threw her hands up in the air, frustrated. “I can’t think about this right after our son almost saw us.”
“But he didn’t!” Félix pointed out brightly.
“But he could have.” Pepa sucked in air through her teeth. “We need to be more careful. At least lock the door.” She got out of bed, going over to the dresser and finally clothing herself.
“So there will be a next time?”
“Shut up.” A pair of pants and a shirt flew onto the bed. “Get dressed before they send another one of our children up to embarrass us.”
He got out of bed and dressed himself quickly before walking over to where Pepa stood. “But there will be a next time?” He persisted, giving her that winning smile that made her knees weak.
She pulled him in for a kiss, partly because she wanted to, and partly to shut him up. “It’s a good thing I love you.”
He looked up at her, illuminated by the sunlight she was now producing. “I love you too, mi vida.”
