Our art of love

Trinidad was a young woman who was always popular with the lads. Although she was quick-witted and big-hearted, most lusted over her exquisite features, including the fact that she had all the right curves in all the right places.

She met a handsome lad named Mateo. At first, he treated her with respect and dignity, which was a breath of fresh air for her. But as their relationship progressed and things led to more passionate encounters, his true side started coming out more: aggressive, perverse, and controlling.

Trinidad felt lost. She felt like she was losing a war before it even started, constantly seeking his approval and attention, though deep down she felt like she was losing him despite her best efforts. She was changing how she looked, dressed, and acted, which some of her closest friends began to notice. She was so different from before.

As time passed, their dynamic relationship was turning more and more sour, getting bitter and off-putting to the point where they kept arguing and fighting.

Things were looking meek for Trinidad, so her girlfriends offered to clear her head with a night out, which led to drinking heavily (it was clearly needed) and enjoying the night, allowing a bit of her old self to reappear.

Moving to a club with her pals, dancing and drinking the night away, she bumped into a guy. She was quick to apologize, and he casually dismissed it. But his gaze was strange to her; it had a gentle look, not oogling her, but seeing her, like truly seeing her. No one had looked at her as a person in a while.

As an apology, she offered to buy him a drink, which is how she found out his name was 'Rodrigo'. The casual way he pronounced his name and the way he rolled his 'R's off his tongue caught Trinidad a little off guard. He was so different—kind, mindful, and respectful—compared to Mateo. She felt a fire in her that she thought was long lost; looking at him sparked something within her.

He was about to leave, as he didn't want to take her away from her friends so she could enjoy her night, but she was enjoying talking to a guy who was clearly enjoying talking to her, so she blurted out:

"Say, this is really forward, Rodrigo... But I've been in a pretty shitty relationship, which is why I'm out with the girls tonight." She mustered it out, hoping it would keep him near her longer.

He was caught off guard by how abrupt that was. "Oh, sorry to hear that," he replied politely. "Shame, really..."

"Shame...?" she replied, confused.

"Yeah, a shame, really, you seem like an outstanding girl," he said with a nervous laugh, seeming inexperienced at complimenting, but genuine at heart. "Sorry, that was cringe, wasn't it?" he asked.

She stepped closer. "No, it wasn't. Thank you, Rodrigo, and this is my thanks for making me feel normal..." And before—

"Hey, woah, woah..." slightly breathless from excitement, he backed against the wooden bar, trying not to make a scene, but... "Look, I am flattered, truly I am, but are you really sure you want to do this?" He looked at her, not with lust, but out of respect. "I won't deny that having a night with you sounds... magical... but I want you to be sure. I don't want to be taking advantage of you, plus you're out with your friends."

She looked up, amazed at how considerate and mindful he was of her. He went to say, "I just don't want you to regret such an idea..." She cut him off with a kiss—a more sincere one, pushing her body closer.

"I am sure," she stated, pulling back a little but still close, her body hanging around him. "Let's find somewhere more private for us to get more accustomed to one another, what do you say?"

He could see a mischievous look in her eyes that wasn't there before, making him feel hotter and more bothered by the way she was looking at him. "If, if you're so inclined, and again, totally if you want... I'd be honored..." he softly smiled with a slight flustered look.

"Well then..." (Linking her arm with his, making sure she was close enough so he could feel her body softly mold against his) "...let's go."

Before Rodrigo could process being dragged out by an energetic girl and before he could protest any further, "So, should we go to one of our places or a hotel?" Trinidad asked, smirking at him, meeting his eyes and looking all giddy.

"I... I'm not sure, whatever you feel comfortable with..."

She pondered for a moment. "Don't think you fancy my voucher boyfriend. How far is your place?" Not asked as a question, but more as a declaration that this was happening, even if he hadn't processed it yet.

"Well, my place is about ten minutes away."

"Excellent," she exclaimed, squeezing his arm playfully. "I can't wait." The rest of the walk, she was ramping up her boldness, making him think only of her and what they would be doing when they got to his place.

"Well... erm... here we are." Reaching into his pocket for his keys to unlock the door, as he unlocked it, he asked out of politeness and being mindful of her well-being: "Are you entirely sure you want to go through with this? It's not too late if you decide otherwise..."

As he turned to face her, she kissed him, claiming his lips and pushing him through the door. "God, you're sweet, but less talking, unless it's moaning my name, capiche?" She kissed deeper as she kicked the door closed to gently push him up against the hallway, taking off his jacket. "That's more like it..." she muttered. Her hands mapped out his body over his clothes still.

"You seem eager," he lightly teased. She looked him dead in the eye. "Well, can you blame a girl?" She kissed his neck.

"Oh, hello!" he blurted out and chuckled softly. "Feels nice. Should we... go upstairs?" he said cautiously, as if he might scare her away if he were too forward.

"Finally..." she whispered huskily. "Thought you'd never ask, lead the way..."

"I've got an idea..." he smirked as he hoisted her up. Her body effortlessly wrapped around him.

"My, my, such a strong man," she peppered him with kisses around his face and neck. "Hurry, I need you now," she declared.

He held her closely as he carried her up to his bedroom. He gently laid her on the bed, seeing her sprawl out like she was making the bed her own. "Well, what are you waiting for, dear?" she beckoned him to join her.

He stopped doubting himself; it was clear she wanted to indulge in this too. He slowly crawled onto the bed like he had never climbed into his own bed before.

For a moment, they just locked eyes, both burning with desire, and just like that, their lips found each other's in a searing kiss, both electrifying and tender. They both moaned as Rodrigo gently pushed her down. "Oh, you're taking charge, hun... can't say no to a man wanting to lead..." she said seductively as he kissed her neck, making her body arch and making her heart race. It had been what felt like forever since she felt important to someone.

"Should, should we get our clothes off...?" he asked her. "I would love to see all of you if that is okay, Trinidad..." as he was removing his shirt.

She helped remove his shirt, kissing his chest and enjoying the view. "That can be arranged, but you have to undress me..." He didn't bat an eye and helped remove her dress with frantic ease, seeing it collapse off effortlessly, leaving her in just her underwear.

"Remarkable," he mouthed, taking in how beautiful she was. "Starting to think you're well out of my league, Trinidad," he nervously laughed. She placed a finger on his lips to silence him and his doubt. "I am here because I want to be, so stop doubting yourself."

He nodded, understanding, letting her get comfortable as he crawled right in front of her, so there was barely any space to breathe without making contact with the other person. Rodrigo started kissing her collarbone, making her whimper as he worked along and down her sternum.

"Could kiss your body all night..." he whispered aloud as he made his way to kissing her belly. As he kept going lower and lower, her fingers pierced through his hair, encouraging him to keep going.

Eventually, he reached her panties. "Would it be okay if I were to... (sticks tongue out, indicating what he wants to do)" She nodded eagerly. He lightly bit her panties, slowly pulling them down, careful not to tear them, and then went to kiss her thigh and work along from there.

"Don't tease me too much... I'm already worked up as it is." Trinidad lightly gripped his head. "I'd rather you get down there and make me feel like the only woman ever," her eyes clouded with need.

"Very well, wouldn't want to upset you..." he stated as he started by kissing around her sensitive area, before sucking on her labia, causing her to suddenly jolt from the stimulation. "Fuck..." she whimpered out.

"Language, dear, we're just getting started," he winked as he eased her in with kissing her labia and lightly tracing a finger around the area. Her body moved against his lips, wanting more of him. "I think you're ready..." as he softly teased against her clit with his tongue. "How does that feel?" The sudden sensation made her moan softly. "Keep... going," she weakly stated, her mind in the clouds as he licked her labia.

He could feel her body convulse from pleasure. "Someone's enjoying themselves," he said, smiling against her pussy. "Should I keep going, or should I put something else in there...?" Teasingly, he slid a finger in, waiting to see what she wanted next.

Trinidad gasped in shock, feeling his finger slide in as her walls clenched around it. "You are getting... bold now, aren't you?" she said between breaths.

"You didn't answer my question," he remarked as he pushed his finger further in, making her body tense with pleasure.

Her feet curling from the sensation, but she wanted more of Rodrigo... she whispered just enough for him to hear, "I need it, I need you..." looking him dead in the eye.

He crawled up along her body, his finger gliding across her naked skin. "Are you sure?" looking into her eyes with genuine affection. He awaited her response. She quickly nodded as he then gently kissed her while undoing the zipper of the jeans he was wearing. Her hands found his jeans, helping him get out of them as both were panting with anticipation and excitement.

His body looming over her, he looked at her, seeing her bare chest rise and fall. "You're stunning. No matter how many times I say that, it won't capture how stunning you truly are," he softly smiled as he lowered down to her. "Ready?" he asked her for the last time.

"Don't keep me waiting," she said huskily as she leaned in to kiss him, their tongues meeting and intertwining as he guided himself to her core. He started slowly easing himself in. Feeling her warm entrance, he groaned out but didn't stop kissing her. He felt her walls clench around his cock. As he started to thrust, she gasped into his mouth from the feeling. His hands found her bare chest to fondle as he progressively thrust deeper.

No words were uttered as their bodies burned with red-hot desire; all that was uttered were incoherent moans and whimpers as they both basked in this intimate act, her nails digging into his back as he fell deeper and deeper into her, causing him to grip her hips to steady himself and continue.

With his dick twitching inside her, he pulled back from the intense kissing. "I'm getting close, maybe I shou—" Before he could finish saying it, Trinidad's legs coiled around his back like a snake, not letting him go.

"Don't," her eyes bore into his, letting him know what she meant without having to say any more. He blinked, bewildered that she would willingly let him. Not wanting to kill the moment, he leaned back into her crimson lips like they held all the answers in the world as he picked up the pace, aiming to reach a climax not just for himself but for her too. With her walls clenching more and his dick twitching frantically, no words needed to be said as one last thrust into her caused both to climax, holding onto one another like lifelines. Her nails dug into his skin, which would evidently leave some scratch marks. Both reeling from the experience, breathing heavily with him not moving deep within her... "Wow..." is all he could mutter into her ear, with her disheveled hair covering parts of her face and over the pillows.

"Wow... indeed," she muttered, breathless, her hands stroking his face full of affection. She leaned forward to put her forehead to his, neither one pulling away, just keeping close together, savoring the act of passion. He slowly slid down from being on top of her to her side to hold her in his arms, wanting to relish this moment of endearment as they both contentedly fell into each other's arms, their bodies molding together into one