20. Juan

20

JUAN

F rantic sex in the car like horny teenagers because they couldn't last the drive home was not the impression that Juan had wanted for his first time with his mate, but he couldn't bring himself to have regrets as they got cleaned up and dressed again. They both giggled and distracted each other with kisses and touches, complicating a task that was already challenged by the tight space.

She was his, at last, and she set him on absolute fire.

By the time they got to the quiet two-bedroom apartment he'd rented, Juan was ready to go again. They only got one load of boxes up the stairs before he had her bent over the second-hand couch, crying out his name in ecstasy. He prolonged this round much longer than their hasty driver's seat sex, teasing her up to peaks of pleasure. When he got too close to his own release, he pulled out and lay her down on the floor to use his fingers and mouth to continue her delicious torment. They moved to the bed, which creaked like a screen door in a windstorm when he pounded into her until the neighbor banged on the connecting wall.

"It didn't make that much noise when it was just me!" he protested, when they were laughing and spent. "I'll have to fix the bed frame, or we'll get evicted in a week."

They lay for a while, catching their breath and drinking in the sheer joy of having their bodies tangled together. She was silky-skinned, and Juan wanted to know the story behind every little scar and sun freckle. He wanted to kiss all the tales from her, he'd never get tired of the sound of Deirdre's sweet voice, or the sight of her smiling face.

After they'd showered, he showed her Aaron's room, already set up with a few toys and a toddler bed, and they got the rest of her boxes from the car. The battery wasn't dead, although he'd left the hatchback open and the indicator light had been on the whole time. They'd have been robbed blind in the neighborhood back in Milwaukee.

Deirdre unpacked while Juan made dinner, occasionally asking questions about where to put things. He'd left her a full dresser and half the closet. "I have a few more boxes, but I won't need all this space," Deirdre said.

She found excuses to come into the kitchen to taste sauces and get kisses between every box, and by the time they were sitting down to eat, the house looked like a home, with new artwork on the walls, and an Afghan blanket cozying the couch. The boxes were flattened and stacked by the door for recycling, and Juan was struck by how easy and domestic everything felt.

Juan had worried that it might be uncomfortable in person, that four months of foreplay might set up expectations that neither of them could meet, but Deirdre was exactly in person what she was on paper and pixels… just twice as sexy and actually his .

Dessert was Deirdre again, but they dragged the mattress off the bed frame to prevent the neighbor from pounding on the wall a second time.