The New Year's Eve Night When Everything Changed Between Us

The hotel room was on the fourth floor and smelled of lacquered wood and something soft Lucía couldn’t identify until later, when she no longer cared about anything that wasn’t Andrés’s cock. She arrived first, as they had agreed, and sat on the edge of the bed with her coat still on, checking the clock more often than she wanted to admit. Outside, the city was preparing to bid the year farewell. She was preparing to get fucked for the first time after seven months of imagining it.

When he knocked on the door, she got up too quickly.

The first time she saw him in person, time did something strange. It contracted for a second and then stretched out. He was the same Andrés from the photos, with the same posture and the same smile, but now she could see how he breathed, how the bulge in his pants settled when he looked her up and down. That changed everything.

—You’re exactly how I imagined you —Lucía said.

—Is that good or bad?

—I don’t know yet —she replied, and they both laughed with that laughter that hides nothing.

They had known each other for seven months. Seven months of messages that started with trivial topics and ended at two in the morning with her sliding two fingers into her cunt while she read what he sent her. Seven months of calls no one planned to last that went on for hours, of audio messages where her breathing broke unmistakably, of loaded silences that at first were awkward and with time became the wettest part of the conversation. They had never put a name to what they had. There was no need.

***

The hotel restaurant that night was full of couples and well-dressed tables. Lucía and Andrés chose from the menu without much thought, because neither of them was hungry for food. They sat across from each other and talked as they always did: effortlessly, with the ease built by months of writing when it holds up over time.

They knew many things about each other. Enough for the silence to be comfortable. Not enough for everything they were going to do to each other that night.

At some point during dinner, their hands found each other over the white tablecloth. First as if by accident. Then, definitely, as a decision. Andrés’s climbed up Lucía’s thigh under the table, slowly, until they stopped a few centimeters from her slit. She spread her legs a little wider. No words were needed.

—You’re wet —he murmured, without removing his hand.

—I’ve been wet since I booked the hotel —she answered in the same tone.

When there were only minutes left until midnight, the restaurant filled with that collective energy that precedes the toasts and the final countdown. Glasses were raised. People looked at each other and sought each other out. Lucía looked at Andrés and he was already looking at her.

When the clock struck twelve, the noise was deafening. Andrés leaned toward her with the slowness of someone who doesn’t want to be wrong about what matters. The first kiss was brief, almost formal, respectful of everything that moment meant. But the second touch was not. Their mouths opened at the same time, their tongues recognized each other without rehearsal, and she tasted the wine mixed with his heat. She bit his lower lip and tugged at his suit jacket collar to pull him deeper into her mouth. Beneath the table, Andrés’s hand kept climbing and brushed her cunt over her panties. She could feel she was soaking wet even through the fabric.

The noise of the restaurant disappeared completely. Only the two of them existed, that kiss, and that hand that no longer had anything friendly about it.

***

They went up to the room without saying it out loud. Only by the way Andrés took her hand when he stood from the chair, and she didn’t let go.

The fourth-floor hallway was silent after the noise downstairs. They walked slowly, as if neither of them wanted to reach too quickly the place where they both knew they were going to fuck. In the elevator, he shoved her against the wall as soon as the doors closed and stuck his tongue in her mouth while sliding his hand over her dress, squeezing one breast with his open palm. Lucía moaned softly and reached for his bulge with her hand. His cock was already rock hard beneath his pants. She stroked him through the fabric, measuring him with her fingers, biting her lip without looking away.

—Fuck —he murmured against her mouth.

—That’s what we’re going to do —she answered.

Inside the room, Lucía took off her coat calmly. Andrés watched her from the doorway without moving yet, with that stillness she had learned to read in the previous months as concentration, not hesitation.

—Seven months —he said quietly.

—Seven months —she repeated.

Nothing more needed to be said.

Lucía turned toward him and, with the same slow movements with which she had taken off her coat, let the dress fall to the floor. What appeared beneath was no small detail: the lingerie was deep red lace, precise in its lines, framing her tits and riding high between her ass cheeks, leaving almost all of her ass bare. What Andrés had only been able to imagine now stood a meter away from him, dressed in red lace.

It took him a moment to react. Then he took two steps and was already in front of her.

He didn’t touch her immediately. He only looked at her, taking her in with the calm of someone who knows he has time and that afterward he’s going to do whatever he wants with it.

—I didn’t imagine this exactly —he admitted.

—Better or worse?

—Better. Much better. Turn around.

She obeyed slowly. He looked at her ass for a few seconds in silence, took another step, and ran his open palm over one cheek, squeezing it firmly. Lucía let out her breath.

—I’ve spent seven months wanting to grab this ass —he said, his mouth against her nape.

—And I’ve spent seven months imagining what your cock feels like inside.

Andrés gave a low laugh and turned her around again to face him. His hands moved first to Lucía’s shoulders, brushing the lace of the straps with a delicacy that contrasted with what they had just said to each other. She felt the weight of those fingers as something she had been waiting for without knowing it. She closed her eyes.

Andrés lowered his head and kissed the hollow between her neck and shoulder. A slow kiss, unhurried, as if he had the whole night and were willing to use her up completely. Lucía placed her hands on his chest and felt him take a deep breath. She slid her hand down to his crotch and squeezed his cock again over his pants. It was hard as stone.

—I always wondered what this would be like —she murmured.

—And?

—Better in person. I can’t ignore any detail like this.

He smiled against her skin and kept going.

***

Andrés led her toward the bed with a slowness that stole Lucía’s breath. There was no urgency in his movements, but something more like deliberate intent. He sat her on the edge, knelt in front of her on the carpet, and began tracing her body with his lips from her neck downward.

He stopped at her collarbone, at her sternum, at the upper edge of the red bra. He unclasped it behind her with a clean motion and let it fall to the floor. Lucía’s tits were left bare, her nipples already hard, bristling from before. Andrés stood looking at them for a moment, without touching.

—You’re gorgeous.

—Shut up and suck them.

He obeyed. He took one nipple fully into his mouth and sucked hard, drawing on it, alternating with his tongue, while he squeezed the other breast with his hand. Lucía let out a long moan and buried her fingers in his hair, pushing his head so he wouldn’t pull away. Andrés alternated between the two, barely biting, licking in circles, leaving her nipples shining with saliva. Every time he bit a little harder, she arched her back and a new sound slipped out of her, dirtier, more honest.

—You suck them like you’ve been waiting for them —she panted.

—I’ve spent seven months imagining them.

Andrés went down her abdomen unhurriedly, kissing the thin skin of her belly, lingering on every centimeter as if the road mattered as much as the destination. When he reached the edge of her red panties, he slipped his thumbs just under the elastic and kissed that border with his tongue. Lucía’s hips moved on their own, an involuntary gesture he noticed and recognized perfectly.

He pulled her panties down her legs with calculated slowness and took them off completely. Lucía remained completely naked in front of him, her legs still closed. Andrés placed his hands on her knees and slowly spread them.

Lucía’s cunt was soaked, the lips shining, swollen. Andrés looked at it for a few seconds.

—You’re this wet for me.

—I was before you even got here.

He still didn’t lower his head. He moved to her inner thigh, kissing that sensitive fold where the leg meets the torso. Lucía let out a sound that was half protest and half laugh.

—You’re awful —she said.

—I’m patient —he replied without lifting his head.

He kept going down the inner side of her thighs, her knees, the inner part of her calves. He reached her feet and took them in his hands. He kissed them one by one with the same calm he had used from the start. Lucía writhed on the sheets helplessly, fingers clutching the fabric, legs spread, cunt exposed and dripping.

—Andrés —she said, her voice already breaking—. Eat me out already.

He looked up from where he was and smiled.

—I told you I’m patient.

—And I’m not.

She sat up, grabbed his hair with both hands, and guided his head toward her slit. Andrés let himself be led. The first stroke of his tongue was slow, long, from the entrance of her cunt to her clit, gathering everything in its path. Lucía let out a moan that escaped from deep in her chest and fell back onto the bed.

—Fuck, fuck…

Andrés started eating her in earnest. He spread her lips with his fingers and ran his tongue over every fold, stopping at her clit with slow circles that gradually became faster. He slipped his tongue inside and pulled it out, alternating with short sucks on the bud. Then he slid two fingers into her cunt while still licking, curling them to touch her from inside at the exact spot. Lucía began to move her hips against his face, grabbing his hair, riding his mouth without the slightest shame.

—Yes, like that, don’t stop, don’t stop…

He sped up. Tongue on the clit, fingers inside, the rhythm getting dirtier and dirtier. Lucía felt the orgasm rising from her belly like a tide that would not relent. Her thighs tightened on either side of his face, her toes curled, and she came with a hoarse cry she didn’t even try to hide. Andrés did not stop. He kept licking, slower now, until she pushed his head away because she couldn’t take it anymore.

Andrés sat up, his mouth and chin gleaming, and licked his lips without taking his eyes off her.

—You taste like heaven.

Lucía was breathless. She looked at him from the bed, still trembling, and smiled.

—Come here.

***

It was Lucía who changed the rhythm.

She sat up and took him by the shoulders until she was at his height, kneeling in front of him on the bed. She placed her hands on his chest, noticing how his skin reacted to the immediate contact.

—Now let me —she whispered, so close to his mouth that the words brushed his lips.

She kissed him in a way unlike all the previous kisses: hungry, deep, tasting herself on his tongue. Andrés answered with a growl she felt more than heard. His hands found Lucía’s ass almost without him realizing it, squeezing it with both palms, parting her cheeks.

Lucía began unfastening his clothes with a calm that was almost a form of deliberate torture. The shirt, the belt, the pants. Each garment that fell exposed a new stretch of skin that she traced first with her fingers and then with her mouth. Shoulders, the line of his neck where Andrés’s pulse visibly sped up, his arms, the nipples she licked until he let out a sharp breath.

When she pulled down his briefs, Andrés’s cock sprang free, hard, thick, the head shining. Lucía looked at it for a moment with her mouth slightly open.

—It’s bigger than I expected —she said, and wrapped her hand around it.

—And you were going to talk to me about patience.

—Not anymore.

She leaned down and ran her tongue from the base to the tip in one long stroke, never taking her eyes off his. She kissed the head, gathered the drop at the tip with her tongue, and took him into her mouth slowly, centimeter by centimeter, until she swallowed almost all of him. Andrés threw his head back and let out a rough moan he didn’t try to hide.

—Fuck, Lucía…

She began to suck him with rhythm. She went up and down with her mouth, using her hand at the base, licking the head every time she reached the tip. She sucked his balls one by one while continuing to jerk his cock with her hand, and then took him to the back of her throat again, choking herself on purpose a little, letting the saliva build up and run down her chin. Andrés grabbed her hair with both hands, not pushing, only following the motion.

—You suck me off like you’ve spent years practicing.

—I practiced with my imagination —she said, pulling off him for a moment, her lips shining—. You sent me the audio messages.

She ran her tongue over the whole underside, achingly slow, watching him. Andrés had his jaw clenched.

—Keep that up and I’m going to come in your mouth.

—That’s my decision.

She took him again and sped up. Andrés held on as long as he could, but before he could let go, he tugged her hair back.

—Stop. I want to come inside you.

Lucía smiled, let go of his cock with a wet sound, and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs, showing him everything.

—Then fuck me already.

***

Andrés didn’t hesitate. He climbed over her, parted her thighs with his knees, grabbed his cock with his hand, and dragged it through Lucía’s soaked cunt a couple of times, coating himself, making her moan before he even started. Then he pushed in.

He entered slowly, letting her feel every centimeter. Lucía let out a long moan that rose from her stomach. She felt him stretching her inside, filling her completely, reaching the very bottom. Andrés stayed there for a moment, buried to the hilt, looking into her eyes.

—How does it feel?

—Like I’ve spent seven months wanting to feel this.

He started moving. First slowly, pulling almost all the way out and then pushing back in completely, setting a deep rhythm that made Lucía cling to the sheets. The bed creaked softly with each thrust. Her tits trembled with every shove. Andrés lowered his head and bit one nipple while he kept fucking her, and that drew another moan from her.

—Harder —she asked—. Fuck me harder.

Andrés rose onto his knees, grabbed her thighs, and fucked her with all he had. The sound of bodies crashing together filled the room, their skin slapping, both their moans mingling with broken breathing. Lucía took one hand to her clit and began rubbing herself while he fucked her. She used the other hand to tug on one nipple.

—Look at you, such a slut —said Andrés without stopping.

—I am for you, yes.

He leaned down and took her neck in his hand, not squeezing, only holding it, and kept fucking her in that position. Lucía bit her lip. She loved it.

—Turn around —he said suddenly, pulling out of her.

Lucía obeyed without protest. She got on all fours in the middle of the bed and offered him her ass, arching her back, spreading her knees to settle herself. Andrés moved in behind her, grabbed his cock again, and shoved back in with one hard thrust. Lucía let out a muffled cry into the pillow.

From that position, he reached deeper. Andrés grabbed her hips with both hands and began to thrust with a firm, relentless rhythm. He smacked one cheek and the mark stayed red. Lucía moaned louder.

—Again —she asked.

He gave her another. And another. Meanwhile he kept fucking her from behind, plunging all the way in, pulling all the way out, and driving back in again. He grabbed her hair and tugged gently, enough for her to arch her back even more. Every thrust wrung a new moan from her.

—Tell me who’s fucking you —he panted.

—You, Andrés, you, don’t stop…

—Seven months waiting for this.

—Seven months, fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop…

They changed positions again. Andrés lay back and Lucía rode him. She sat down on his cock in one fluid motion, felt him enter all the way, and started to ride him. Andrés’s hands slid up her waist to her tits, squeezing them, playing with her nipples while she moved. Lucía rested her palms on his chest and began to circle her hips, going up and down, setting her own pace.

—Like that, like that, however you want —he murmured, jaw clenched—. Take your pleasure.

She rubbed her clit against his pubic bone on every downward stroke. She could feel the orgasm rising again, different from the first, deeper, building from inside. Andrés helped her by moving from below, pushing up every time she came down, meeting in the middle.

—I’m going to come again —Lucía panted.

—Do it. I want to see you.

She sped up her hips. Andrés grabbed her ass with both hands and fucked her from below hard. Lucía came with a long moan that was almost a scream, the walls of her cunt tightening around his cock, her whole body trembling. She collapsed forward onto his chest, still pulsing.

Andrés held her, without pulling out. He kissed her temple.

—I’m not done with you yet.

—Good —she panted—. Neither am I.

***

What followed was not urgent. It didn’t need to be.

They had the whole night, and neither of them had come to that hotel just to fuck once. Andrés turned her over again, laid her on her back, spread her legs, and drove into her again, this time more slowly, looking into her eyes. Lucía wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her heels into his ass to make him sink deeper. She ran her nails down his back. She bit his shoulder when he sped up.

They spoke little. Not because they had nothing to say, but because the words they would have chosen would have sounded smaller than the moans. Instead, they spoke another way: with the pressure of their fingers, with the changing rhythm of their breathing, with the way their bodies sought each other without any possible negotiation. With a whispered “come inside me” in his ear. With a “yes, like that, don’t pull out” said against his lips.

Lucía discovered that reality was more generous than imagination. Not for the reasons she would have expected, but because there was something in Andrés’s physical presence —the weight of his body on top of hers, the specific smell of his skin, the taste of his semen when she swallowed it afterward, the sound of his breathing when he could no longer control himself— that no message had ever been able to convey fully. Andrés found the same thing: that knowing a lot about someone is not the same as fucking them, and that the space between the two was where everything worth discovering lived.

When Andrés felt he couldn’t hold on any longer, he looked at her for permission. She nodded.

—Inside. I want to feel it inside.

He pushed two, three more times, deep, and came with a rough moan against her neck, emptying himself completely. Lucía felt him pulse inside, hot, filling her, and she clung to him until he finished. They stayed like that for a good while, without separating, breathing against each other’s skin, while Andrés’s cock still pulsed small inside her.

Afterward they lay in the darkness, with semen running down Lucía’s inner thigh, while the new year moved forward without asking them for anything.

—Was it like you imagined? —Andrés asked in a low voice.

Lucía took a while to answer.

—No. It was different. Much dirtier. Better, because this really existed.

He said nothing. He ran his hand over her thigh, gathering what was dripping out of her, and brought his fingers to his mouth. Lucía watched him do it and bit her lip.

—Again in a bit —she said.

—In a bit —he answered.

Outside, the city kept celebrating without them.