Selena Vargas Part 1; Rewritten
written by:
Perja

It had been five years since Jamie Adams opened his first coffee shop in his small mid-western hometown. Business immediately took off thanks to how close his shop was to the local state college campus. No one needs caffeine more than a college student cramming for a mid-term, and around here, there were thousands of them. He kept his customers faithful by keeping prices low, serving strong coffee and good food, and allowing them a space to be in that didn't resemble a lecture hall or a dorm room.

It was three years ago when Selena Vargas saw the "help wanted" sign in his store window and immediately walked in and applied for the job. She was new to the area- hell she was new to the country, and as most starving students can attest- in need of a well paying, low stress job. She'd spent three weeks looking, and so far come up empty.

Jamie remembered that day clearly; because it was the day that he dropped a fifteen-pound bag of espresso beans on the floor. Of course the bag broke, and she stopped suddenly as the tiny black beans scattered at her feet.

"I am so sorry" he stammered, hoping she hadn't noticed that the reason he'd lost his grip in the first place was because he was totally discombobulated by the South American bomb shell that had just come through his door.

After a moment she said in a very thick accent, "I came about the job". She was about 5'6", with curves to stop traffic and long jet-black hair that fell just to the small of her back. Her facial expression was stoic, and she seemed oblivious to the heads that turned to take in the sight. Her beauty was raw; no make up- which made her all the more sexy.

"Are you a student?" he finally asked, coming back to Earth.

"Yes," she said. "What hours are you in need of help?"

The accent, it was killing him, having some effect on him- sucking the smarts right out.

"What time is your class schedule?"

She looked at him for a moment. "Monday through Thursday, two until six- but that is only for this quarter."

"I see" he said, "well the shift is six in the morning until twelve-thirty...what experience do you have?"

"I worked in my father's restaurant for six years- and then I came here."

"You have a Visa?" he asked.

"Of course I do," she said seriously, "I am not here illegally."

"I didn't mean to offend you- I just- for the taxes-" He felt like an insensitive jackass.

"Yes, I have a Visa" she said.

"Okay, well great- can you start on Monday?" Jamie asked.

She thought for a moment. "Today is Monday." She said.

"Tuesday then?" he said quickly, shaking his head.

"Yes, at six, I will be here...do you want me to help you clean this up?"

"No, no, it's fine, I got it, thanks."

She looked down at the beans, and back up at him. "Alright, then I will see you tomorrow-" and firmly extended her hand. He looked down, smiled, and shook it.

"See you then".

Selena instantly became an asset to the business. First, she was quite simply the best employee he'd ever had. She was dependable, responsible and completely reliable. She never showed up late, she learned all the quirks about the business, was good to the customers, and so on. Selena worked six days a week, nearly every week- and thus padded the business each of those days as more and more college boys found themselves adopting a coffee habit. She paid them no attention- she was all about her education, and supporting her parents back home with what little money she could send to help them with her six younger siblings. She wasn't talkative, and it was nearly a year before Jamie knew anything about her; where in South America she was from, what she was studying- nothing- she was all business all the time.

The following summer, one average Monday morning, Selena came in to work at six to open the shop with Jamie as usual. He liked having her there in the mornings- getting things ready for the day was usually a time for him to work and think at the same time, and Selena still kept to herself, working quietly.

As he wiped down the tables and chairs, suddenly he heard her behind him. "Jamie, I have something that I want to talk to you about." God he loved the way she spoke. He stood up and turned to face her- unable to read her expression, or predict what was about to come. She looked up at him and crossed her arms. "I was thinking you should sell ice cream."

"What?" he said.

"It's going to be 93 degrees here today, why don't you sell ice cream? People would love it." She waived her hand and turned, "but you are the boss", and went back to measuring coffee beans.

Ice cream? He thought.

"Not all year", she called walking to the back, "just the summer months".

He smiled to himself- she was brilliant.

The one thing Jamie could not bring himself to think about was the fact that Selena- just as any other employee, would graduate and eventually leave. He couldn't believe it had been three years since that day she'd walked into his shop. Selena had no idea, but that was the day Jamie knew he was ruined for any other woman but her. He would never tell her, he was certain she had no idea, and he'd come to accept that she never would. In another year she would be gone. That would be the end of their lengthy baseball debates- she loved baseball- the last he'd experience the occasional authentic South American meal, or hearing her sing in Spanish as she inventoried the stock on Sundays. He'd miss the way she would gently scold him about the mounds of paperwork on his desk, and her genius business oriented mind- that ice cream idea had netted instant profits. He caught himself suddenly, "let it go man," he said to himself under his breath, "let it go".

On yet another average Fall day, nearly two weeks after the start of the quarter- the shop was busy with mid-morning student traffic, and as usual, Selena worked her share of the room effortlessly. A group of students came in, four or five of them, all males, probably all freshman. In the shop you could always tell who the new fish were, because they still hadn't learned that Selena wouldn't give them the time of day. And you could always tell the jocks- letter jackets, loud and cocky. The group sat down at a table, and when Selena came by to take their order, one of them, about six foot two with blond hair, started in.

"What can I get you gentlemen to start?" Selena asked pulling her pen out of her hair.

"I'd like one hot tamale," the blond jock said, "to go."

Selena stopped, sighed, and looked down at him, putting her hand on her hip.

"This is not a Mexican Restaurant, this is a coffee shop, and we don't serve tamales."

"I've seen you on campus, right?" He asked, looking her up and down.

"Possibly. Coffee then?"

Jamie watched the scene from behind the counter. He knew Selena's body language well and could tell that she was annoyed.

She walked past the counter and grabbed the coffee pot, speaking in Spanish under her breath. He watched as she passed by again, returning to the jock's table to pour the coffee.

"So, tell me," the jock said as his friends chuckled to each other, "when can I take you out?"

"Dating customers is against policy," she said motioning to the hand-written sign over her shoulder that red "Employees don't date Customers".

The jock laughed, "Come on, it'll be fun, I hear you Mexican's like to have fun", he said reaching out and touching her below the waist on her back side.

What came next, Jamie was not prepared for, neither were the jocks for that matter. Selena jumped at the feel of his hand on her, turned and leaned in to him, grabbed his package with her free hand and squeezed. The jock yelled, and half stood half fell out of his chair. His friends were quickly out of their seats as well, sharing expressions of shock and amusement.

"You listen to me," Selena said maintaining her grip and turning her wrist, all the while pushing the jock towards the door. "I am not from Mexico, and I am not your hot tamale- I don't like you, and if you ever, ever touch any part of my body again- she squeezed again- "I'll chop your little four inch friend off and feed it to the dogs!" She pushed him just then, releasing her grip and turned, cursing in Spanish and disappeared into the back, setting the coffee back on the burner as she went. Everyone stared as the door swung back and forth, the only evidence she'd been there.

Jamie looked at the jocks, who looked at him, and pointed to the door. "Get out" he said, and they scattered before he could finish the words. "Megan," Jamie said, gesturing for another employee to take the counter as he walked to the back.

Selena had walked out the back door and was pacing in the alley, still speaking to herself in Spanish.

"Selena-" he said walking towards her.

"I know, you are going to fire me, I should have not done that-"

"Selena" he said again.

"I apologize for making a scene and I respect your decision-"

"Selena!" he said stepping in her path. She stopped and took in a breath. "I'm not going to fire you." He said.

"But-" she said, and was interrupted by him shaking his head.

"Forget about it- he definitely deserved it. Now, are you okay?" he asked looking her in the eye.

She exhaled finally and looked down, shrugging her shoulders. He stepped closer, "what is it?" he asked.

"My mother..." she finally said, "my mother is sick. She has been very ill for months now." Her voice cracked and before he could think about what he was doing, he grabbed her, and pulled her to him, his arms tight around her. After a moment she relaxed in his arms and returned the embrace. "I have to leave school" she said, "she tells me to stay here, to not worry about her, but I know that she is dying." His heart sunk as he held her tighter, ashamed by how right it felt.

"When are you leaving?" he said, afraid to know the answer.

"Tomorrow. I leave tomorrow. I am so sorry, I know I should have told you sooner, but it was so sudden, I just didn't know what to do."

He sighed, and closed his eyes. "Take the rest of the day off then."

"No", she said, and pulled back wiping the tears off of her face, "it helps me to stay busy".

"Okay", he finally said. "I'll get your pay in order and bring it by your place tonight."

"Thank you", she said. She looked up at him, a look he'd seen a thousand times in the past three years- a look he'd come to love. He was suddenly aware of the need to touch her face, to feel her lips on his...they stared into each other, and just as he stepped closer, Selena turned, disappearing back through the door.

Later that evening, Jamie sat in his car outside of her apartment, unable to bring himself to open the door and get out. This was it- he was about to say goodbye to a woman he had grown to know, to truly like and respect, and he feared, to love. He sighed and shook his head, and pushed open the car door.

Her front door was open, and he peeked through the screen door, and knocked lightly. "Selena?" he called, "It's Jamie."

"Come in." he heard from a distance.

He pulled open the screen door and stepped inside, shocked at what he found- boxes. Everything was packed. She was really leaving. Selena appeared in the bedroom doorway carrying a large box. Jamie stepped in and took it from her, "where do you want it?" he asked.

"Thank you- over here is fine," she said pointing to the dining room. Jamie sat the box down and turned to face her.

"Hi." He said, "how are you feeling?"

She shrugged "I am feeling so much, I would not know where to start".

"It's okay." He said, "we don't have to talk about it. I have your check," he said and handed it to her.

"Thank you." She said. "Wait a minute Jamie, there is extra money here...five thousand dollars. What is this?"

"Your annual bonus."

"I don't get an annual bonus." She said.

"Well then, just consider it, well it's not like you're not entitled to it, ice cream sales- that was all you-consider it your cut."

"I can't take your money" she said and held out the check to him.

"Well I'm not taking it back." He said. "Take the money Selena." He stepped closer to her, and his voice dropped, his eyes pierced hers. "I care about you...I care about you very much. You're more than just some random employee to me. This money is for you, and your family" he said seriously, "and I will be offended if you don't accept it."

Her eyes filled with tears that quickly spilled over. He grabbed her as she nearly collapsed. "Oh Selena," he sighed as she held onto him. Time didn't matter. He held her as long as she needed it, as her tears fell so freely, as she questioned the reason, begged for divine intervention, and returned to acceptance again. When she had nothing left, he held her still.

Finally he broke the silence, "what are you going to do about school?"

"I have six months before I forfeit my scholarship- until April twentieth." She said, and I have enough saved to keep my things in storage here."

"You'll always have a job." He said.

"Thank you," she said, "but it is more likely that I will not be able to come back."

He looked at her, "why?"

"My father", she said, "he relies on me so much- the only way he survived when I left was because of my mother...my first obligation is to my family, Jamie. If my father asks me to stay at home to help with the restaurant and with my brothers, and especially my sisters...I won't be coming back. Then I will have my things shipped back home."

"Can you finish school there?"

She laughed, "No." She looked down suddenly and said again, quietly, "no".

"I'm so sorry" he said, unable to find anything else to say.

"Me too." She said, and turned away.

"Listen, Selena-" he started. She turned to face him, "I'm not sure what to say here, um, but, I just want you to know something."

"Yes?" she said.

There was a long silence as he struggled to find the right words. Finally he said, "I'm really, really going to miss you."

Selena looked at him, the awkward silence mounting. "I will miss you too, Jamie," she said. "Thank you for everything- for hiring me."

"Don't thank me, you were doing me a favor, every time you showed up for work." He smiled and she returned the grin. The temperature in the room rose just then, and it was all he could do to not steal her away, but this wasn't the time for his desires, and he was working hard to push them aside.

His arms were still around her. Maybe she felt the sparks, because she stepped back just then. "I need to finish packing," she said.

"Right," he replied, moving towards the door. Do you need a ride to the airport?"

"No, she said, I have a taxi coming."

"You don't have to take a taxi, I can take you to the airport."

"No you can't you have to open the shop-"

"Megan and Josh can open the shop-"

"Megan and Josh cannot open the shop." She said, and they both laughed. "Really, I'm fine, but thank you."

Jamie pushed open the screen door and reluctantly stepped outside, turned and faced Selena. They stared at each other in silence for a moment, and finally he stepped close to her, "do me a favor?" he asked.

"If I can." She said.

He waited a moment, and then gently took her hand in his and said, "Come back".

The feel of his hand sent her heart into hysterics. His eyes caught hers and she pulled back slightly, but he wouldn't let go, and stepped closer to her. She could feel the heat from his body penetrate hers as he bent his head down.

"Jamie-" she said, putting her hand against his chest.

"Shush," he said, lingering for a moment, "I'm trying to get up the nerve to kiss you," and then looked her in the eye.

She dropped her hand from his chest, blushing, "okay," she whispered, and he pressed his lips into hers. She stepped backward into the apartment, and he moved with her. When their lips parted, she was gripping his shirt, unable to move.

"I've been in love with you for three years," he whispered, "ever since I first saw you." He kissed her again, more passionately this time, his tongue darted into her mouth and played with hers, his arms held her close to his body. She ran her fingers through his hair as his fingers roamed across her body, and he could feel her passion for him in her sweet lips.

Suddenly she pulled away, breathing heavily. "I can't do this," she gasped, "please you have to go."

Jamie tried to clear his head, "you want me to leave?"

"Yes, now please."

"I am sorry if I offended you, or if I pushed you too far, I didn't mean..."

"It's not that." She said flatly as she turned from him.

"What is it?" he asked, but she said nothing. "Do you...do you have, you know, feelings for me? Do you not have feelings for me? I'm just trying to understand-"

She spun around to face him, tears in her eyes. "We're never going to see each other again," she exclaimed, "and, and...I'm in love with you," agony dripped from each world. "We can't do this, we can't be together, I am going home to Guyana and you live in America. I have to forget you, and if we...if you touch me, I won't be able to forget. I can't live the rest of my life like that."

Her eyes were desperate, and silence fell between them.

"I don't know what to say," he said, his heart suddenly heavy in his chest.

She moved to the screen door and pushed it open, "say goodbye," she said, simply.

He moved regretfully towards the door and stood in front of her. She could not bear to look him in the eye, and instead looked to the ground. He touched her chin, gently tilted her head up and kissed her forehead.

"Goodbye," he said, and walked out.

As far as Jamie was concerned, Selena Vargas took the life out of living when she left town. He willed her to call, but she never did. Within the first few days he couldn't keep track of how many times he was asked, "Where's Selena?" Finally Megan made a sign next to the register with Selena's picture on it and explained that she had to leave to go back to South America because of a family matter, and there was no way to know if she would come back. The first shift was no longer enjoyable, and he found himself thinking of her, wondering what her life was like, or what she might be doing at that moment. After the first few months, the shop and its faithful customers seemed to have weathered the storm- but Jamie hadn't. When mid-February came around, he awoke one morning to find himself in near panic- April was right around the corner...would she make it back?

There was no way to know- only time would tell. As March came to a close, every day brought bits of agony and torture. He would catch sight of a brunette out the window and practically hold his breath, waiting to see if it was her. Some customers had come into the shop a few days earlier, speaking Spanish, and it nearly stopped his heart as he searched for her face among theirs and came up empty. He was a mess.

The days of April came and left, as did those of May, June, and July. By September, he had pushed her into the deepest parts of his mind, often convincing himself that he had truly forgotten her, but knowing that was impossible. It was late one Saturday evening, Jamie had closed down the coffee shop early and had since spent hours in his office going through piles of paperwork long overdue, and had made a substantial dent in the work. He was just standing to stretch when he heard a faint knock coming from the shop's front door. Jamie was used to this; it was no secret that he lived above the shop, and every once in a while, desperate students had begged him to fix them a sandwich or a quick coffee to go.

"Addicts", he muttered, "can't go a few hours without their damn coffee." He walked out of his office, and into the shop, all the while the knocking persisted. He could see the shadow of someone at the door and as he walked closer he called out "we're closed!"

Just then the clouds in the sky parted, and the light from the moon lit up the entry way. There, on the other side, stood Selena. She matched his stare, and neither moved, neither smiled, laughed or said a word. Finally she pointed to the "now hiring" sign in the window and said, "I came about the job".

He lunged for the door and flung it open and she stepped in, willingly accepting his embrace. His arms were around her waist, and she wrapped hers around his neck, and they stayed there. God, he had longed for this very moment, to see her again, smell her, touch her.

"I saw your car", she finally whispered.

"Your mother? He asked.

"The cancer is in remission, they say she will be fine." Their faces were just inches apart, and as she looked up into his eyes, that look he had longed to see for the past six months, he could not deny the desire to kiss her.

He reached up and ever so gently touched her face, and as his fingers barely grazed her lips, she closed her eyes, and he leaned into her just then and kissed her. Everything moved slowly at first- two lips innocently pressed together, his hand took hers and he put the other on the small of her back, pressing her closer to him. She put her hands on his shoulders, and just barely moaned as she felt his tongue slip between her lips. Her body grew warm and she pulled back slightly. He leaned in closer, determined to not let her escape, and kissed her again- the sparks hit, and she couldn't let him go. Somehow they made it back through the shop and into his office, and after a few minutes he pulled his lips from hers and shook his head.

"What's the matter?" she asked, searching his eyes.

"Nothing", he said in a hushed voice, and kissed her again. "Where are you staying?"

"I haven't gotten a hotel yet, I came here first."

"Stay with me tonight." He kissed her lips, savoring the taste, "please stay with me tonight."

She nodded, "I think I would like that," she said.

Jamie quickly locked up the shop and led her out the back door and up the steps to his apartment. Selena had been inside before, but never like this. He closed the door and locked it behind them, and didn't bother to turn on the lights. They stood in the darkness, their bodies inches from each other.

"You came back," he said, pushing her coat off and tossing it on the back of the couch. "I can't believe you came back."

She smiled, "Yes, I know, it was unexpected. My mother is still recovering her strength. She is the one who pushed me to come back, to finish school, and...to see you."

He raised his eyebrows. "Me?"

She nodded.

"What does your mother know about me?"

"She knows that I love you," she said blushing, "and that every day I have spent apart from you, not knowing if I would see you again, has been torture."

"Really?"

"Si. A mother knows her daughter."

"God, it's good to see you, you look so good," he took her hand in his. She smiled again.

"So you're back to finish school?"

"Better than that."

"What could be better than that?"

"Well, I no longer have a visa."

"Wait, that's not good news."

"But it is, mi amore, because now I have a green card."

Jamie was stunned. "What?"

Selena pulled her wallet out of her purse and opened it, pulling out the card to show him. "I applied the day after my eighteenth birthday," she said excitedly, "and then I got my student visa to travel here. While I was home, my application came through. It took five years, but I got it. I never, never thought I would be holding this card."

"So then, you're here to stay?" he could hardly believe that it was possible.

"Well I'll need to find a job first," she said.

He tightened his hold on her waist and bent his head closer, "you know you have a job here with me," he said, and kissed her longingly. The taste of her filled him with exhilaration and their desire for each other deepened.

"I can wait," he said, feeling obligated to say something chivalrous.

"I can't," she said, "I've been waiting for this for six months, longer than that, even."

He smiled and kissed her seductively, unable to think clearly, unable to pull himself from her. Some have claimed that perfect love-making was comparable to a religious experience, and at the moment Jamie was inclined to believe it were true; his heart felt euphoric, every nerve in his body was taught and engaged, and he felt as if he were being handed a perfect gift.

Slowly he released each button on her shirt, revealing a small black camisole underneath. Her eyes never left him, as he gently reached up and touched one breast with his hand, just barely pressing and rubbing against it- he heard her gasp at his touch. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close, pushing her body into his. As they stood in the doorway to his bedroom, he gently nudged her back to the doorframe, trapping her, and slipped the spaghetti straps of the camisole off of each shoulder and revealed two perfect breasts. He bent his head down and ran his tongue over each nipple, slowly teasing, bringing them to hardened peaks, licking, nipping at them- she could barely breath the sensations were so wonderful. Her pelvis was pushing rhythmically against his and when he kissed her lips he could feel her moaning softly. Her eyes were glossy with lust and he wondered if she was peaking at that moment.

She pushed him back and turned into the bedroom, pulled the camisole up over her head, off of her shoulders and dropped it on the floor. He followed her, pulled off his own t-shirt and grabbed her from behind. He bent his head and ran his tongue up the curve of her neck, mmmm, he loved that sound she was making just under her breath, and he could literally feel her body quivering in his arms.

"This is going to be intense," he whispered in her ear.

She nodded, "I know."

Ever so gently he ran his hands down her smooth belly to the top button on her jeans, quickly popped it open, undid the zipper and pushed them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and he pushed them aside, and knelt in front of her. He ran both hands over her breasts, down her front and around her waist, and pulled her closer, licking each nipple until they were hard and swollen with desire. He kissed down her belly and over her white panties, firmly pressing his nose against the thin fabric. He hooked his fingers into her panties and pulled them down, and immediately pushed his face into her thighs, taking in the scent of her sex, tasting the soft smooth skin on her inner thighs. He could feel his cock throbbing inside of his pants, but he couldn't take his hands away from her body- not yet. Gently he eased her towards the bed, and when she lay on her back, he was beside her, taking in the sight of her, unable to keeps his hands, his lips, his tongue from her. She pressed her thighs tightly together, turning this way and that way, gasping at the feel of his mouth upon her. Suddenly he was over her, his lips on hers- the taste of her was incredible.

"Can I make love to you?" he breathed.

Her heart was pounding, and her body shaking as she barely managed a small "yes".

She reached between them for his belt buckle and button fly, and spread her legs as she pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down around his knees. He kicked off his boots, and freed his legs from the tangled pants...his cock was so hard, just the sight of her naked, quivering body beneath him made him close his eyes and take in a few deep breaths.

Again he lowered his lips to her body, down her belly he went, causing her to moan again, and he dragged his fingers over the short, dark curly hair that covered her sex. She gasped again, and he tried hard to focus on taking his time, savoring this experience, worshiping her body an inch at a time. He pushed her thighs farther apart as her body shook slightly- he looked up to her face and found her biting her bottom lip, watching his every move. He lowered his head deep between her thighs and parted her swollen flesh with his fingers, and pressed his tongue into her. She cried out instantly, her back arched and she gripped the bed sheets. Slowly he rolled his tongue over her clit, and listened to the sounds of her gasps, felt her jerk beneath his touch.

He moved his tongue rapidly against her clit, then pressed himself closer still and sucked it in between his lips. He felt her hips begin to buck out of control, felt her fingers dig into his shoulders, and felt a surge of wetness on his tongue accompanied by a slow, long moan that parted her lips. He waited a moment, and then drove two fingers deep into her wetness and pressed his lips against her clit once more. Within minutes she peaked again, her body shaking out of control, and when the orgasm had subsided, he took her in his arms and held her close. After a while he felt her hands slide across his chest, up over his shoulders, down his back, and around his waist. He rolled onto his back when he felt her hand softly wrap around his shaft and gently begin to pull and push. She came closer and kissed him, her tongue slid into his mouth and mingled with his, all the while her hand pulled and pushed his cock, her thumb occasionally rubbing over the head of his dick. She pulled away from him finally, and he reached out to her as she straddled his thighs, his dick resting just below her belly button.

"You're beautiful" he whispered as she leaned into him and kissed his lips, his chin, his neck, down his chest, flicking her tongue against both of his nipples.

He rested his hands on her hips as they suddenly looked at each other, as if both knowing there was no turning back- each wanted to know- had to know, the feel of the other, how far they could take it, how many ways they could create blissful pleasure. She raised her hips above him and immediately his cock was repositioned so that it was just poking into her drenched flesh. He grabbed the base of it and purposefully rubbed the head over her clit, coating his cock with her wetness. Her head tilted back, her eyes closed, and as he continued to rub his shaft against her pussy, her hips moved against him, gently at first, and then pushing hard towards him. He pressed for her opening and felt it, warm and wet, throbbing for him. As he began to penetrate, he moved slowly, almost overcome by the perfect feel of her pussy around his cock. She braced her hands against his chest, taking him all the way to her depths, and then began twisting, hunching, pushing, pulling, squeezing her hips against him in the most divine rhythm he'd ever experienced. They stayed there for what felt like an eternity, her on top of him his dick deep inside of her, she began to move against him faster, and he raised his hands from her hips to touch her nipples. Faster she moved, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of his cock inside of her, her moans filled his ears, and he noticed that slowly but surely those moans increased in volume- she was getting close. He was mesmerized by the sight of her getting off on him, overcome by her sex.

Suddenly she cried out- he had no idea what she said because it was in Spanish, but the way she said it- damn, he sat up and as she wrapped her legs around his waist, he put his arms tightly around hers and thrust his cock deeper. She gasped, and said it again, turning her head from side to side she whispered "oh yes Jamie, right there, papi, right there, don't stop, oh Jamie don't stop".

That was it- he couldn't take it anymore, and thrust his cock deeper, harder, deeper, again and again, unable to think of anything but her, and that feeling. Wildly she pressed herself into him, and when she came he realized he could not control the need to release and flooded her womb, his rock hard cock pulsing out of control. After a time the tempo of their bodies slowed, and he gently lay with her on the bed, never letting her go.