Infiltrating Your Heart (27 page)

“Right away, angel.”

Mercedes

In response, Gabriel picks me up. He
takes me all the way to his bedroom. I’ve never been there before, and my curiosity
makes me look around. I barely register that the walls are jade green and white
before Gabriel lays me down on the bed gently. He moves on top of me.

“You look so hot, so adorable,”
Gabriel says. “The way you’re lying on my bed, wearing nothing and with your
hair fanning out. Fuckin’ sexy.”

Oh, my. No one’s ever said anything
like that to me. Believe it or not. I feel butterflies start fluttering around
my stomach. I look at Gabriel, checking out his naked torso. Yeah, he’s sexy,
too. Those muscles.

Gabriel brushes aside a lock of hair
from my face. He then starts caressing my body, and it feels so good. Gabriel
takes his time, eager to explore all my curves, every inch of skin available.
My eyes open again when I feel his mouth on my nipple. The sensation is
wonderful.

I let out a moan, and my back curves
involuntarily to push more of my breast up. Gabriel then moves down, kissing
along my ribcage and abdomen, until he stops at the spot between my thighs and
my vagina. I look at him. He looks back at me, and then flicks his tongue
against my folds. I gasp in response.

Gabriel moves back up. He kisses me
in the mouth again, and it feels like he can’t get enough of me. I grasp him
and switch our positions on the bed. Now I lie on top of him. Gabriel looks at
me with a smile.

“Familiar,” he tells me. “I’d rather
be the one on top this time, but I love this view.”

“You won’t regret this, baby.”

“Please. The idea is ludicrous.”

I caress his torso, moving down.
Gabriel closes his eyes. I run my hands along his arms and chest again. The
feel of his muscles makes me want to kiss every area my hands touch. But I’m
eager for something else.

My hands move down until they reach
his boxers. Gabriel’s eyes open, looking at me with intensity. Giving me the
go-ahead, I yank the elastic down and free him.

Wow,
I can’t help thinking. I run my hand
up and down his length. Gabriel lets out sounds of pleasure.

Without wasting any more time, I
position myself above him. When he’s at my entrance, I shift carefully until he
fills me. I was craving the feel of him already.

“Oh, yes,” I say, starting to move up
and down. My eyes close, and I throw my head back. Gabriel grasps my hips,
caressing my skin with his fingers as I move. I look down at him and marvel at
his musculature. His arm muscles are a sight to behold.

I’m moaning louder as I start to
build again. I knew it wouldn’t take long for this.

“Come for me, angel,” Gabriel
commands. It is my undoing. I shatter into countless pieces. Then I come down
on Gabriel’s chest. He strokes my hair and my back.

“That was…wow,” I say, breathless.

“Totally amazing.”

Gabriel leans down to kiss the top of
my head. I’m too spent right now, but find the strength to look up.

“You’re beautiful,” Gabriel tells me,
tracing a finger along my lips.

“You, too,” I say. Then I pull out of
him. I lay back on the bed, moving my arms above my head. Gabriel turns on his
side and looks at me.

“I want to lie here like this with
you forever.”

I turn my head to look at Gabriel.
He’s looking as if…as if he were looking at the sun for the first time.

Shit. I did my job too well. Falling
in love was not part of the plan. I only meant to steal his heart.

Despite those thoughts, I manage to
smile.

“Sounds lovely.”

I’ve regained a bit of my strength,
so I sit up.

“I need to shower,” I tell Gabriel.
When I move to the side of the bed and try to stand up, my legs almost give out
under me. Gabriel is by my side in an instant.

“You can barely stand.”

“Ha! I’m fine. I just need a shower,
and then we’ll sleep, skin to skin.”

“I’ll shower with you.”

The prospect erases all traces of
drowsiness left in me. I’ve never showered with a man before, but it’s been one
of my secret desires.

“Show me
the way,” I say.

~*~
Gabriel

More than learning the taste of
Mercedes’s skin, I was looking forward to showering with her. I’ve been
dreaming about it almost since I first met her.

I lead Mercedes to the bathroom. She
seems to have regained most of her strength. We don’t have any clothes left to
remove, so I walk to the shower. I turn on the water until it’s at a
temperature I like.

“Come feel the water,” I tell
Mercedes, beckoning her to come forward. “If it’s too hot or too cold for you,
I can adjust it.”

Mercedes places her hands in the
water.

“A little bit warmer.”

I oblige. Then I turn toward
Mercedes. She looks so sexy standing there naked. I can do nothing else but
kiss those delectable lips of hers.

“Let’s go,” I say when I break the
kiss. “We don’t want to waste water.”

I let Mercedes get in the shower
first, and then I come in after. The water falls on her head, and her messy
hair is flattened in seconds. She laughs, moving away locks of hair from her
face.

“I love to hear you laugh,” I say.

Mercedes’s cheeks turn red. I caress
the side of her face. Her eyes close.

“Let’s clean you up now,” I tell her.
I move Mercedes so she stands under the shower head. I caress her skin, and
then move to her head.

“Oh, that feels nice,” Mercedes says.
I file that away for later reference. Most women (especially the superficial
types) hate when you mess their hair up. I’m glad that Mercedes isn’t like
that.

After turning down the water some, I
grab a bottle of body wash and pour some on my hand. Then I rub it between both
of my hands and start to clean Mercedes’s body. I take my time lathering her
skin with soap. I do her neck first, and then move down. I pay special
attention to her breasts, because they’re my favorite part of her. I knead and
massage them softly. I marvel at the way the skin yields under my fingers.

“You’re a boobs kind of man, aren’t
you?” Mercedes asks. I smile.

“Yeah, you could say so.”

Mercedes giggles.

“You could definitely say so,” she
corrects. I agree. “I’m curious, Gabriel. Why do men love tits so much? I can
understand part of it. I like boobies too. But men seem to have
such…fascination for them. What do you think?”

No one has asked me this question.
What’s the best way to put my fascination into words? I think for about a
minute before answering.

“Men love tits because they’re
amazing. The female body is the most beautiful thing in this world, as far as
we’re concerned. Why do you think famous artists of the past liked using nude
women as subjects?”

Mercedes thinks about that.

“Breasts, tits, funbags, whatever you
call them, we love how they feel. They’re soft, and round, and squishy. Nipples
are good to play with and suck on. We enjoy fondling tits, kiss them, and watch
them jiggle. Oh, and they make pretty good pillows, too.”

Mercedes laughs at that. She looks down
at her breasts, bouncing them.

“Mine are large enough for that,
aren’t they?”

“They’re just right,” I tell her,
watching as they stop jiggling.

“You guys love it when tits do that,
right?”

“Hell yeah. The sight of jiggling
boobs is absolutely sexy. We always know when it happens close to us. Our eyes
are drawn like magnets.”

I continue lathering soap on
Mercedes’s body. When I work on her buttocks (which I’d looked forward to
squeezing again after I did it at the beach), she asks me a question.

“What if my tits were smaller? Like,
a B or an A cup? Would you still love me?”

“A decent guy wouldn’t love a woman
any less just because her boobs are small,” I say, moving on to her legs.
“They’re still tits, and still great to play with. I speak from experience.”

Mercedes laughs. I finish washing her
body. When her skin is completely covered by foam and bubbles, I stand upright.
I finished at her ankles and feet.

“I have a question for you now.”

Mercedes raises her eyebrows
slightly.

“Piercing your nipples…was it
painful?”

I see Mercedes’s expression change to
a grimace.

“It was, quite a bit. But only for a
couple of seconds or so. Then it just throbs. The first one was bearable. The
second hurt worse.”

“Are they uncomfortable now?”

“No. They’ve given me no problem. And
they look pretty. Don’t you think so?”

“Yeah. They do.”

I turn the water back and start
washing the soap off Mercedes’s body.

“How long have you had them?”

“Almost four years.”

I whistle.

“That long?”

“Yeah,” Mercedes says, going slightly
red. She’s never told me her age, but I guess she was in high school when she
got the piercings.

“I’m twenty-two,” Mercedes answers my
unspoken question. I nod.

“You look younger than twenty.”

“Thanks. It’s one of the things I
like most about myself. The only thing I dislike about it is that sometimes
people don’t take me seriously.”

I kiss Mercedes’s cheek.

“You know why I fell in love with
you?”

Mercedes shakes her head.

“I fell in love with you because of
the way you are, and how you make me feel. Nothing will change that.”

Mercedes beams at me. I finish
washing her body.

“You’re clean now, lady.”

Mercedes wipes some water from her
face. Then she takes a step back and pulls me under the shower head.

“My
turn,” she says, grabbing the body wash.

~*~
Mercedes

The days pass. I’m barely able to
stand just sitting there in class. All I want to do is spend my time with
Gabriel, and I find it silly. I’m acting just like a lovesick high school girl.
I didn’t expect that.

On early Friday morning, I stand in
front of a full-length mirror in my former bedroom at my father’s house. I run
my finger along my lips, the lips that Gabriel knows how to kiss so well. Just
the thought makes me feel on top of the world. I close my eyes, and my hand
moves to my vagina. I lightly stroke it through my panties.

Even the thought of Gabriel and his
touch makes me wet now. I open my eyes and admire my figure. Gabriel said that
I would always be beautiful to him. That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever
said to me.

Dad knocks on my bedroom door,
knocking me out of my reverie. My arms whip up to cover my chest.

“Are you almost ready, princess?”

“Yeah,” I call, going to the bed. I
pick up a blouse and put it on. “Almost ready.”

“Come to the kitchen afterward.”

I nod, and then realize Dad can’t see
me. I pick up a knee-length skirt and put it on. After that, I look at an
outfit hanging from the closet door.

Yep. That’s my new graduation cap and
gown. I got them last weekend, after the wonderful night with Gabriel. I walk
forward and grab the black gown. I can’t help but imagine that I might look
like a judge in it.

I put on the gown and walk to the
mirror. It doesn’t look bad on me. I put the cap on and look at myself from all
angles. I look great, but I’d definitely resemble a judge if I had one of those
hammers that they carry.

Graduation. I can’t believe I’m
graduating already. Where did all those years go? I swear I graduated from high
school last year.

I spend a quarter hour combing my
hair and adjusting my makeup before putting the cap back on. Satisfied with how
I look, I leave my bedroom.