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Head, Heart, Loins	By : EGBFan Category: +1 through F > Extreme Ghostbusters Views: 1436 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Desire
- 2-Sex
- 3-Love
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- 3
3. Love
They continued for four months in a passionate and glorious sexual relationship, during which time they learned the secrets of each other's bodies, and each developed an unerring sense of what the other wanted from one minute to the next. Of course, for about a week of each month, Kylie's vagina was off limits. The first time that happened, she wondered how Eduardo would greet the news, and then felt bad for wondering when she found him to be nothing but understanding and respectful. He was so sweet, and she felt so guilty for doubting him, that she wanted nothing more than to reward him by giving him all the orgasms he was prepared to forego and more, and so for that one week out of every four she gave her top half entirely to his disposal.
On the morning that those particular four months ended, they woke up in Kylie's apartment, and Kylie fed an impatient Pagan while Eduardo took his turn in the bathroom. They then went back to bed and kissed and touched each other in all the ways they had learned. Their activities ended up with Eduardo kissing and licking Kylie's clitoris, and knowing instinctively that she wanted him to make her come like that. She lay on her back and luxuriated in her rising pleasure, running her fingers through his hair and over the back of his neck, sighing and moaning as the sensations grew more and more intense. He knew when her orgasm was close from the increasing volume of her moans and of his own name on her lips, and from the movement of her pelvis, and from the tightening of her fingers in his hair. Soon enough, the moment was heralded with a tensing of her hips, a bracing of her legs against the mattress and the words, 'I'm gonna come!'
Since their first time, she had taken to unselfconsciously announcing her orgasms in this way, as she had done when by herself. It was something she found herself doing for her own benefit rather than his, as he didn't need to be told, but even so it made him feel good to hear the words. This time, he kept moving his tongue over her clit while she shook and screamed her way through her climax and twisted her fingers in his hair. He then kept his lips moving slowly and gently until her audible sighs slowed and quieted and finally dissolved into deep, contented breaths. This ritual of keeping contact with her clitoris was one of the things he'd had to learn, and it had surprised him, as he himself was so sensitive after orgasm that he had to cease movement immediately.
When he was quite sure Kylie was spent, Eduardo wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and manoeuvred himself to lie down beside her. As soon as she felt his arms around her, she turned towards his body and kissed him deeply and lengthily, making feral sounds in the back of her throat.
'God, you're incredible,' she breathed.
'I try, querida,' said Eduardo, stroking her cheek with his thumb and looking at her lovingly, for he knew perfectly well that he was in love with her, though nothing at that moment would induce him to say it.
Kylie, far less on her guard, was sorely tempted to say the words and had just enough sense to stop herself. She'd say it if she meant it, but the problem was that she wasn't absolutely sure if she would mean it. For the past couple of months she'd been very aware of some advice that her mother had often given her; this advice was not to confuse lust with love and, for the first time in Kylie's life, it made perfect sense to her. Her pussy was still humming from an intense and lengthy orgasm for which Eduardo had been responsible; of course she felt overwhelmingly positive towards him. By the same token, she knew that if someone gave her pain even half as intense as the pleasure she received from him, she'd hate them even if she knew nothing about them other than that they'd hurt her. Admittedly she knew more of Eduardo than the pleasure he gave her, but by no means had he told her everything about himself, or even nearly everything, and she knew it. Surely, she thought, you couldn't truly love someone without knowing damn near everything about them.
Forcing herself out of this train of thought, Kylie became very aware of Eduardo's cock pressing against her thigh, hard and hungry for her. She trailed her hand down his abdomen and along his shaft, and smiled as he sucked in his breath.
'You've been very patient, sweetie,' she said.
'I'm sure it'll be worth the wait,' he replied, his eyes falling shut as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and began sliding the foreskin over the head.
'I'll bet I know what you want.'
'I'll bet you do.'
She nudged him onto his back and straddled his hips, then grabbed his cock and manoeuvred herself onto it, smiling at the guttural sound he made when he felt her warm, wet pussy. She began moving her hips back and forth, watching his face, enjoying the closeness and the knowledge that she was giving him pleasure. He kept his eyes on her, moving them up and down her body, stroking her arms and her hips and her thighs and her abdomen, then cupping and squeezing the breasts that fit so perfectly in his hands. He was fascinated by her beauty both outside and in, still wondering what on earth she was doing with him, while the pleasure and the pressure mounted rapidly until he came inside her with his head thrown back, his eyes closed and her name on his lips.
Kylie judged the right moment to lift herself away and break contact with the hypersensitive head of his cock. She then pitched forward, settled herself with her legs splayed across his abdomen and lay down on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and let his feelings escape in a tender, long-held kiss to the top of her head, not daring to free his mouth until he could be sure he wouldn't say the words.
They lay in silence for a while, during which time Kylie felt Eduardo's grip on her slacken and heard his breathing slow beneath her. When they both seemed to be quite out of the moment, she got up and started moving around, saying, 'I got a lecture in about an hour – I'd better get ready to go,' though she wasn't sure how conscious he was.
'I guess I should get up too,' he mumbled, turning onto his side and settling into the pillows.
Kylie stopped in the bathroom doorway, smiled indulgently at him and said, 'Take your time, sweetie. I don't mind leaving you here until you're ready to go.'
'Mmm,' said Eduardo, pulling the covers over himself.
She didn't think they'd communicate again that morning, but in fact he woke up in time to see her out of the front door after another lengthy bout of kissing, then went through his morning routine at a leisurely pace before making his way to the firehouse. He spent the morning working as best he could and thinking about Kylie, as he always did, feeling his heart ready to burst and wondering whether she could perhaps learn to love him after all. He spent the lunch period looking forward to seeing her, and the afternoon tormenting himself more and more with each hour in which she failed to appear.
She ended up spending the whole day at college, working on a term paper as an excuse to stay there, but not doing it particularly well. Of course, her mind was on Eduardo and on her mother's advice and on her own heart. As she sat staring at a computer monitor, trying to read an academic journal, she could process the individual words but they refused to come together in her brain. She eventually gave it up and put all of her energy into thinking through her feelings for Eduardo. She thought of her own experiences, and of the advice she'd heard over the years, but in the end it did her no good. Right now, Kylie realised, there really was nothing and no one worth listening to except her own heart.
It was quite late by the time she reached this conclusion, and Eduardo had already gone home, still worrying about Kylie's non-appearance at the firehouse. He had gone through all the worst possibilities he could think of, from her deciding she never wanted to see him again to her untimely death to the outrageous idea that she could love him, if she only knew him, but she was planning to dump him purely because he wouldn't let her know him. If this last were true, surely it was worth trying to do something about it and, so far as he could see, his only option was to pour his heart out to her all in one gabble and hope she'd change her opinion of him for the better. It would either mean the beginning of a full and honest relationship between them, or the end of everything, and this gave him a problem. If it was the end of everything, and he had bared his soul to her, he didn't see how he could take the pain. That being the case, it would undoubtedly be easier if he had on as much of his armour as possible when she finished it. After all, if she was going to finish it anyway...
Such thoughts were going round and round in his head late into the evening. He was pulling out his sofa-bed, wondering if he'd get to sleep once he got in, when the phone rang. He answered it, and his heart seemed to stop when he heard Kylie's voice.
'I really want to see you,' she said. 'Can I come over?'
'Oh, don't go out again – it's so late,' he replied. 'I'll come to you.'
They ended up lying on Kylie's bed, fully clothed and looking into each other's eyes, talking long into the night. They had confessed their love, and now Eduardo was more frightened than ever of every word that came out of his mouth. Sensing this, Kylie took one of his hands in both of hers and said, 'I like it when you're just completely honest about your feelings, sweetie. It's this stuff that makes me love you, you know.'
'It's not fair, is it?' said Eduardo, smiling fondly at her. 'You've always been honest about your feelings... well, pretty much. I know so much more than you do.'
Kylie smiled back. 'Tell me a story.'
He raised his eyebrows. 'What, you mean like “The Three Little Pigs”?'
'No,' she said, laughing and smacking him lightly on the arm. 'A true story about yourself, that you don't normally tell people.'
'There's a lot to choose from. What would you like to hear about?'
Not for one moment did Kylie suppose that this question was designed as a test, but it felt like one all the same. She wanted to hear about everything, and she knew there were things in his past that might make him angry, or make him cry, or perhaps both. She saw that he really did intend to tell her about anything she asked for, no matter how difficult. He had put his heart into her hands, and she had to show that he could trust her to take care of it. Realising this, Kylie ignored all the questions about his hurts and horrors and searched her mind for something that she knew he could speak openly about, and that would make him smile to remember it. It was not a long search, for there was only one answer; Eduardo had never made any secret of how much he loved his nephew.
'Tell me about when Kevin was born,' she said.
Eduardo smiled, and began, 'When Kevin was born, I was asleep because it was about five in the morning. When I woke up, my mother told me I had a nephew, and she and my dad were going to go see him in the hospital but I had to go to school.'
'Oh no!' said Kylie, laughing. 'It'd be better if they didn't tell you about him until after school.'
'Yeah, it would,' said Eduardo. 'I had a really huge fight with my parents. It was the last week of school too – we weren't even doing anything! But obviously I didn't win the fight – I mean, I never did – so I decided I was going to get myself sent home.'
'What did you do?' Kylie tittered.
'Well,' said Eduardo, 'at recess, so there could be no doubt it was me, I picked up a big bottle of correction fluid; I took it to the statue of what they called the Madonna and Child that was in the main corridor, and I gave Jesus a milk moustache and I gave Mary leaky nipples.'
Kylie burst out laughing. 'You didn't! How old were you – like, nine?'
'About a month off it,' said Eduardo. 'So then my mother was summoned to the principal's office, and I just stood there for like twenty minutes while she begged him not to expel me. I was pretty amazed – I honestly didn't know they'd get that upset over a little pseudo-breast-milk.'
'But you didn't get expelled, right?' said Kylie.
'No, just suspended for the last few days of the school year. Which I was thrilled about, by the way. Anyway, my mother took me home and yelled at me for forty minutes, and then I persuaded her to take me to the hospital to see Kevin. In the car all the way, she kept looking up at Heaven and saying, “Qué le diremos a tu padre?”'
'What are we going to tell your father?'
'Right,' said Eduardo, smiling with deep approval, though it hadn't been hard to work out. 'Anyway, when we arrived at the hospital we actually managed to sneak past my dad and Carlos because they were caught up in this huge argument in the corridor about... well, it was about whether to get Kevin circumcised actually, but I won't tell you what happened there because that's his business.'
'Absolutely,' said Kylie. 'So what happened when you saw Kevin for the first time?'
'I fell in love with him,' said Eduardo, allowing himself to wear all the emotions of the memory on his face. 'Beth insisted I hold him, and I was afraid I'd drop him, but she made me. Then I decided I knew exactly how to hold a baby after ten seconds of my mother fussing around me, telling me I was doing it wrong and I was gonna drop him on his head. Beth couldn't have understood her because she was speaking Spanish, but she could tell how I was feeling, so she caused a distraction by asking a lot of questions about breast-feeding or something – I mean, I know she only did it to help me out – and my mom said I mustn't listen to them, so I took Kevin to the other side of the room and...' Then he stopped suddenly, looking embarrassed.
'Tell me,' said Kylie.
'It's really stupid,' said Eduardo.
'Good. Let's hear it.'
'Okay, well... I'd been reading about this Aztec birth rite, where a newborn baby gets told about the roles it's going to have in life. So I did that. I mean, I knew he was gonna be raised as white and American as Carlos could make him, so I'd been reading about Aztec and Incan births because I just... I don't know, felt like doing something Central American for him, I guess. I was just a kid – it was dumb. Anyway, it's really supposed to be the midwife who does this explaining thing when she's cutting the umbilical cord, but I didn't guess that mattered, and anyway I adapted what I told him so it was totally different. With the Aztecs, they used to tell boys about being warriors... something about filling the sun with the blood of their enemies, I think... and for girls it was about taking care of the home – you can imagine the kind of thing.'
'What did you tell Kevin?' asked Kylie.
'I told him he was going to be a son and a grandson and a nephew,' said Eduardo, 'and to love all of us but be true to himself, and to choose his own roles in life, and shit like that.'
'Doesn't sound like shit to me.'
'Yeah, well, there's not really any point saying it to a newborn baby who can't understand you. There wasn't even very much of the Aztec tradition left in what I did. Anyway, I never told anybody that before – not even Kevin.'
'I think it's really sweet.'
Eduardo smiled at her. 'Yeah, you would.'
'I also think maybe it's kind of worked,' she went on. 'Your brother would rather he'd had the talk about filling the sun with the blood of his enemies, wouldn't he? But I don't think Kevin's ever going to do anything like that. Maybe your birth rite helped to set him on the right path.'
'I don't know. Obviously I believe in a lot more stuff like that than I used to, but I don't think I like the idea that you can use rituals and spirits and whatever to influence what a person turns into.'
'But is this one so bad?' said Kylie. 'The things that happen every day influence what a person turns into, and especially the people around them. It sounds to me like your ritual's just the same kind of thing. I mean, it doesn't seem like mapping out an entire destiny for someone and giving them no say in it before they can even support their own head – I don't like the idea of that kind of thing.'
'You don't, huh?' said Eduardo, and reached out to touch her cheek. 'Do you believe in soulmates?'
She smiled and said, 'I don't know yet. Do you?'
'I don't know yet either. But I'm open to the possibility. So, come on, your turn. Tell me a story about when you were a kid. Ooh, I know – tell me about when you were eighth grade cheerleader of the year!'
'Oh God,' said Kylie, laughing and looking abashed. 'I bet you'd like to see some of my moves, wouldn't you?'
But that was the nearest they came to anything sexual for a number of hours. They were enjoying each other's company and conversation, and the sun was coming up when they found they'd talked all they could and wanted to express themselves by making love.
'I love you, sweetie,' said Kylie, as Eduardo kissed her neck and sent shivers of desire through her whole body. 'I do really.'
'Te amo, querida mía.'
'Mmm, Eduardo...'
He moved his lips up from her neck, and they kissed slowly and tenderly for some time. Kylie then nudged Eduardo onto his back, straddled him and pulled his T-shirt over his head, then removed her own top and leaned down to kiss him again, her nipples beginning to stiffen as they grazed against his chest. She trailed kisses down his neck, and her lips lingered on the spot above his breastbone as her hands undid his belt and jeans. She found his cock just beginning to harden. Smiling up at him, she cupped his balls in her hand and began kissing and licking his shaft, causing him to moan and sigh and stiffen rapidly. When he was completely hard, she took his cock into her mouth and licked and sucked until his breath came in gasps and he said, 'You'd better stop, querida.'
She obediently withdrew and slithered back up to his top half, where they kissed again and Eduardo breathed heavily through the nagging feeling in his groin until the pressure began to lessen. Kylie, meanwhile, was still enjoying the early stages of her arousal. She allowed Eduardo to manoeuvre her onto her back, and sighed as he kissed her neck again, then her shoulders, her breasts and on down her body, removing her skirt and underwear when he reached her waist. Her pussy was tingling, and when he slipped a finger into her slit, he found her warm and damp and her clit just emerging from under its hood. He went back to kissing her mouth, his left hand between her thighs, caressing her outer and inner lips with the lightest touch, feeling her wetness rising until he judged that her clit was ready for him.
'That feels good,' she sighed, as he began the gentle stroking motion with his forefinger.
'Can we try a new position?' he said. 'When you're ready, I mean.'
'Sure, baby,' said Kylie.
'Mind if we switch sides?'
'No. Why?'
'So I can use my right hand.'
Intrigued, Kylie allowed Eduardo to manoeuvre them both into the position he had in mind. She ended up on his side of the bed, facing the window, with his body pressed up against her back. She liked the feel of him there, warm and close and intimate. He slid his left arm underneath her and cupped her right breast in his hand, then reached round with his right hand and found her clitoris.
'Mmmm,' Kylie said approvingly, lifting her right leg and resting it on his. 'Y'know, that other arm's gonna fall asleep.'
'So long as the rest of me stays awake, huh?' said Eduardo, with a little laugh.
They kissed again while he massaged her breast and nipple with his left hand, and caressed her clit with his right. He loved having her in his arms, with the feel of her perfect little breast in one hand and her hot juices on the fingers of the other. She held her left arm under the pillow, her hand gripping the metal bars of the headboard, while her right arm was behind her and around his neck as they kissed deeply, her face turned towards his. She could feel his cock pressing against her back, rock-hard and crying pre-cum and waiting so patiently for her.
'Put it in if you're ready, sweetie,' she said, knowing perfectly well that he was more than ready, and she opened herself up as much as she could by lifting her left knee to her chest and her right up towards the ceiling.
Eduardo slid his cock into her pussy with a sigh of 'Oh, Kylie,' and began thrusting gently, still caressing her clit and teasing her nipple. Kylie couldn't concentrate on kissing him anymore, but revelled in the sensations with her eyes closed and her lips parted, moaning with pleasure. She had never felt so close to him and so full of desire for him as she did now, with his strong arms around her; his hot, heavy breath on her cheek as he held his face against hers; his hand on her breast sending waves of pleasure through her body; his cock moving in and out of her and, at the centre of it all, his finger tracing circles on her clit and bringing her rapidly towards her climax.
'Oh, Eduardo, I'm gonna come!' she gasped, clinging tightly to the headboard with one hand and to his hair with the other.
When he was inside her, Eduardo looked forward to Kylie's orgasms for his own benefit almost as much as hers, particularly now that they were safe without condoms and he could distinctly feel every contraction. He held her tightly and kept his finger on her clit as she lost control of herself, matching her pussy's every hot, wet squeeze on his cock with a shrill scream and a tightening of her fingers in his hair.
It took Eduardo another minute or so to finish, during which time she reached for his right hand and nibbled and kissed his knuckles, and concentrated on keeping her knees raised for him. When he came, it was with a series of long, loud moans as she felt his juices pumping into her in powerful bursts. When he was spent he stayed absolutely still for several seconds, then withdrew his cock carefully, keeping his arms wrapped around her.
They stayed like that for some time, Eduardo gently caressing Kylie's right arm with his thumb and sometimes kissing her on the cheek or the temple, or she dropping a kiss onto his hand. At length, she turned round and kissed him on the lips, then asked, 'Didn't your arm fall asleep after all?'
'It did a minute or two ago,' said Eduardo.
'Let's get back on the right side,' said Kylie, and climbed over him, then draped her right arm over his chest and settled her head on his shoulder.
Eduardo laughed, and said, 'You didn't seem to let being on the wrong side bother you a few minutes ago.'
'We could've been in the middle of Madison Square Garden for all I knew,' said Kylie. 'Baby, we are going to do that again.'
'You mean right now?'
'Hmm... if you want to.'
She grinned mischievously, propped herself up on her left elbow and began to kiss him. They continued like this for a few minutes, then he pulled back and said, 'Aren't you tired?'
'Yes,' said Kylie. 'I'm exhausted. And we're supposed to get up for work in...' She turned away from him and squinted at the clock on the VCR. 'Twenty minutes.'
'Perfect,' said Eduardo. 'I thrive on twenty minutes' sleep.'
'Let's call in sick.'
'Both of us in one phone call? They'll never believe that we're sick.'
'Then they have dirty minds,' said Kylie, rolling off his chest and settling down to sleep. 'Let's just say screw it for this morning, then, shall we?'
'Sure,' said Eduardo, snuggling down beside her, his heart so full that he had to let something out. 'I love you, Kylie.'
'I love you too, Eduardo.'
They were both exhausted, but Eduardo was kept awake for some minutes thinking of all the things that could go wrong. Kylie, though almost fully asleep, sensed the way he was feeling, reached for his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
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