Months on Screen and One Real Night That Changed Everything

Four months of video calls. Four months seeing her face on a screen and hearing her voice through headphones so the neighbors in my apartment wouldn’t hear me laughing at two in the morning. Four months building something I didn’t quite know how to name, but that took up more space than it should have in my head.

When Valeria told me she lived three hours away by plane, I thought that was enough distance to keep postponing the inevitable. But December came with cold and impatience, and one night, while I was looking at her from my desk with a glass of wine in my hand, I asked her:

—What if I go?

She took two seconds to answer.

—When?

I bought the ticket that same night, before either of us could change our minds.

***

The airport was a labyrinth of suitcases and family reunions. I walked through the crowd looking for a face I had only seen in screen resolution, where colors aren’t quite real and gestures lose something in the compression. Proportions always lie a little.

I found her beside the baggage carousel, wearing a brown suede jacket that came to her waist and her hair loose, falling over her shoulders. When our eyes met, she lifted one hand halfway and smiled in a way no camera had ever captured properly.

I went up to her and hugged her without ceremony. She smelled like something floral and something warmer underneath, like skin in the sun. I felt her laugh against my neck.

—Hi —she said.

—Hi —I answered, still not letting go.

We stayed like that a moment longer than was necessary for a simple greeting.

***

She chose a small restaurant downtown, with tables set very close together and lighting that made everything seem more intimate than it really was. We ordered wine and ate slowly, talking about things we already knew and other things that had been saved for when we could see each other face to face.

Valeria had a habit of tilting her head a little when she listened, and when something struck her as funny she would wait until the very last second before laughing, as if she wanted to make sure it was worth it. She wasn’t exactly how I remembered her from the calls. She was more herself. More present, more concrete, more real than the screen had been able to show me.

Under the table, her knee brushed mine at some point and neither of us moved away. We kept talking as if nothing had happened, but we both knew.

When the coffees arrived, neither of us touched them.

—I’ve got a room booked —I said.

—I know. You told me yesterday.

—Shall we go?

Valeria folded her napkin and set it on the table.

—I’ve been waiting for this for four months —she said—. What the fuck are we waiting for here?

***

The hotel wasn’t luxurious. Wooden parquet floors, a wide bed with white sheets, and a bedside lamp casting a warm yellow light. I went in first and set the key on the desk. Valeria passed by, dropped her bag on the chair, and walked to the window. The city at night shone in the glass.

I came up behind her without making a sound. I put my hands carefully on her hips, as if asking. She didn’t move, but she shifted her weight back almost imperceptibly, and her ass settled against my bulge, already hard in my pants from the last glass of wine. I slid my hands up over her waist until I brushed the side of her breasts over her blouse, and I felt her breathing slow.

I moved her hair aside and kissed her neck. She turned her head to give me more room and rested the back of her neck on my shoulder. I kept kissing her. Down to her shoulder. I bit the skin right where the collarbone begins and drew a small moan from her. I felt her arms tense and her ass press more insistently against my cock.

—I’ve been thinking about this for months —I murmured, my mouth at her ear—. Months jerking off to your voice.

—Me too —she answered—. Now shut up and fuck me.

She turned around and kissed me.

***

The first kiss was slow, almost exploratory, as if we had all the time in the world and wanted to make sure we started right. Then it changed. Her hands slid up my chest and found the first button on my shirt. Her tongue went all the way into my mouth and I answered with mine, biting her lower lip until she let out a gasp.

She unbuttoned my shirt completely, unhurried, watching me as she did it. When she finished, she slid her hand over my pants and squeezed my cock through the fabric. She smiled when she felt how hard I was.

—Better in person —she said, and ran her palms over my chest.

I reached for the hem of her blouse and looked at her. She lifted her arms. Under it she wore a black lace bra that barely contained two big, heavy tits that moved with every breath. The skin of her stomach was soft and pale, with a small scar over her right hip she had never mentioned. I traced it with my finger and she tensed with pleasure.

I guided her toward the bed. She sat on the edge, grabbed my belt, and pulled me gently toward her. She unzipped my pants with the same calm with which she had unbuttoned my shirt, never taking her eyes off mine. When they fell to the floor, she looked at my erection outlined under my boxers and licked her lips.

—Oh, my love —she murmured—. You didn’t show me this on camera.

When I unclasped her bra, her tits came free. Big, with dark, erect nipples, warmer to the touch than any screen could ever have promised. I took them in my hands and she closed her eyes. I kissed one and then the other. I dragged my tongue over the right nipple, then sucked it fully into my mouth until I heard a sound come out of her, soft and broken, like she couldn’t help it. I bit down on it just a little, carefully, and she arched her back.

—There —she said quietly—. Suck them hard.

I alternated between the two, tugging one nipple with my lips while rolling the other between my thumb and forefinger. I felt her writhing beneath me. I flattened my tongue over her whole chest, from her sternum to the hollow of her throat, and came back down. I stayed there as long as it took, until she started moving her hips in the air, searching for something.

***

I laid her back on the bed and kept going down. I unbuttoned her pants, pulled them off, and she was left in black lace panties that matched the bra I had already forgotten on the floor. The crotch of the fabric was darkened, soaked through.

—You chose those on purpose —I said, running a finger over the wet patch.

—Obviously —she replied, eyes half-lidded—. And I was already wet before we got to the hotel.

I kissed the inside of her left thigh, then the right, moving slowly with my mouth open, leaving red marks on her pale skin. She spread her legs without me asking. I bit the inside of her thigh, right beside the lace, and she moaned, gripping the sheets.

I took her panties off slowly, dragging them down her legs, and her thighs came back up to my shoulders as if they already knew exactly where they should go.

What I found between her legs was completely soaked before I’d done anything else. Her pink cunt glistened under the lamp’s yellow light, lips swollen, clit already peeking out. The smell hit me full force and made my cock harden even more.

I started with my tongue slowly, learning her geography: one long lick from bottom to top, from the entrance to the clit, then another, then small circles around the center. She tensed her thighs around my head.

—Don’t stop —she said—. Please, don’t stop.

I didn’t stop.

I focused on her clit, which kept swelling gradually beneath my tongue. I sucked it with my lips closed around it, let it go, licked it again. I slid one finger inside and felt her clamp down on it immediately. Then the second. I curved them upward while I kept sucking her, searching for that spongy spot that would drive her crazy. Her hips started moving rhythmically, pushing against my mouth. Her hands came down to my head, not pressing, just giving herself something to hold on to.

—Like that, like that, don’t stop, my love, suck me like that —she panted, each word more broken than the last.

Her sounds changed. They stopped being restrained and became shorter, more urgent, harder to hold back. I started fucking her with my fingers at the same rhythm my tongue was working her clit.

—Wait, wait —she gasped suddenly—. I think I’m about to...

I didn’t let her finish the sentence. I sucked harder and shoved my fingers deeper.

Her legs snapped shut around my head and her hips arched up. A second later I felt a warm spray against my mouth and chin, a clear liquid running down her thigh and soaking my hand. Her whole body shook in long waves while she kept repeating “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming” through clenched teeth.

When she was done, she covered her face with both arms.

—Sorry —she said, her voice still ragged—. That’s never happened to me before.

I uncovered her. My chin was still wet and I didn’t bother wiping it.

—There is absolutely nothing to apologize for. I want it again.

I kissed her cheek, then her forehead, and she could taste herself on my lips. She opened her eyes and looked at me for a second before laughing, that relieved laugh people let out when something surprises them in a good way.

***

I lay back and Valeria took only a moment before climbing on top. She kissed my neck, ran her tongue over my ear, and her hand slid down my torso until it reached the inside of my boxers.

She took me slowly, measuring my thickness with her fingers, squeezing the base and dragging her fist upward.

—God —she murmured, almost to herself—. It’s bigger than I imagined.

She yanked off my underwear and settled herself between my legs. When her mouth reached me, she wasted no time. First she ran her tongue over the whole length, from the balls to the tip, pausing to lick the drop of pre-cum that had already formed. Then she took me into her mouth in one go, all the way, until the tip hit the back of her throat and she made a wet sound that almost made me come right then and there.

She alternated between gripping the base with her hand, twisting it while she sucked only the head, and taking me as deep as she could, swallowing my cock whole. I put all my attention into not coming too soon because I’d spent four months saving that exclusively for this night. A strand of saliva hung from her chin and dripped onto her breasts.

She looked up at me from time to time. When she did, she never looked away. There was something deliberate in it, something she wanted me to see: the pleasure of having me whole in her mouth, the satisfaction of feeling me tremble under her tongue.

With her other hand she grabbed my balls and kneaded them gently while she kept sucking. I put my hand in her hair, not pressing, just holding it in a fist while she moved up and down.

—That’s it, baby, suck it like that —I growled, and she answered by speeding up.

I felt her throat tightening around the tip every time she went down, and that was the limit.

—Stop —I said at last, my voice rougher than I expected—. Stop or I’m coming in your mouth right now.

She let me go with a wet pop, wiped the corner of her mouth with her finger, and licked what remained. She sat up with a smile that knew exactly what she’d been doing.

—Later —she said—. Now I want you inside me.

***

I got on my knees between her legs. I dragged the tip of my cock over her cunt, top to bottom, slowly, soaking her in her own wetness, sliding over her clit without entering. Her lips were parted and she was breathing through her chest, her nipples pointed at the ceiling.

—Please —she said—. Put it in already.

I entered slowly, centimeter by centimeter, feeling her open around me, tight and burning. She let out a long gasp when I reached the bottom.

We both stayed completely still for a second that seemed longer than it was. Then I started moving, and she lifted her hips to meet me halfway, hands clenching the sheets.

I lifted her legs over my shoulders and changed the angle, going deeper. Every thrust pulled a sharper moan from her. Valeria slid her hand between our bodies and began rubbing her clit with two fingers while I fucked her. The internal contractions I felt every time she hit a small peak squeezed my cock in a way I’d never felt with anyone before.

—Harder —she said—. Fuck me harder, don’t hold back.

I gave her what she asked for. I braced on my knees and started driving into her hard, the wet sound of bodies crashing together filling the room, in and out in brutal strokes until her tits bounced with every shove. I laid an open hand on one and ran my thumb over the nipple, then pinched it between my fingers. She clenched her jaw. Her nails found my forearm and dug in.

—Like that —she said—. Fuck, like that, don’t stop, don’t stop.

I didn’t stop.

I grabbed her by the waist and turned her face down without coming out of her. I lifted her hips so she was on her knees, chest against the mattress and ass in the air. I slapped one cheek and she moaned.

—Again —she begged.

I slapped her again, harder, and left the red imprint of my hand. Then I grabbed her hair, wrapped it around my fist, and sank back into her to the hilt. From that angle I went even deeper, and every thrust drew out a guttural moan she no longer tried to control.

—Like that, like that, deeper, break me —she moaned into the sheets.

I fucked her like that until I felt she was close to another orgasm. Her cunt started clenching around my cock in waves, faster and faster, harder and harder, until she lost her voice and could only manage a muffled cry. I brought my hand down and rubbed her clit with two fingers while I kept thrusting, and she came again, soaking my thighs with a warm gush that ran down her legs.

***

At some point in the night I rolled over on the bed and Valeria ended up on top, with her knees at my sides. She lined up the tip of my cock with her entrance and lowered herself down, taking me all at once. She started moving at a rhythm all her own, leaning forward with her hands on my chest, letting her tits hang over my face.

I held her by the hips but didn’t direct her. I let her fuck me her way. I lifted my head to catch a nipple between my lips and suck it while she rose and fell.

The skin of her stomach gleamed faintly with sweat. Her expression was that of someone who forgets there’s another person in the room, absorbed in what her own body is doing to her. She played with her tits, pinched her nipples, threw her head back every time my cock hit bottom.

—I’m not getting tired —she murmured, almost surprised—. I could fuck you all night.

I put my hands on her waist and helped her come down deeper with each movement, pushing her hips up to meet me. She let out a long sound and closed her eyes. I heard the wet splashing between our bodies and felt her sliding slickly up and down my cock.

We looked at each other when she opened them again.

There was something different about fucking someone you truly know, someone you’ve talked to about your fears and the things that hurt and the dumb jokes you’re embarrassed to laugh at. It wasn’t just sex. It was the closing of four months of messages sent at odd hours, calls cut off by bad signal, of everything we had built without being able to touch each other.

I felt myself getting close to the end. I gripped her hips harder and started pushing her against me faster.

—I’m going to come —I warned.

She didn’t get off. She sped up.

—Inside —she said—. Come inside, I want to feel all of it.

What came next was different from other times: longer, deeper. I buried myself in her to the hilt and stayed still while my release came in waves, thick hot spurts filling her from the inside. Valeria pressed herself against me and clenched her inner walls, as if she wanted to milk me dry and make sure nothing was lost. I kept shaking under her, my cock still throbbing inside her cunt, until the last drop came out.

When it was over, she rested her forehead against my chest and said nothing for a while. I felt a warm thread run down from the base of my cock when she pulled away slightly: my own cum draining out of her. I only heard our breathing settle back to normal.

***

After that there was more. Later, in the shower, with her braced against the tiles and me entering her from behind while hot water poured over us. And then later again, in bed, her on her back and me between her legs once more, fucking her slowly until she came biting my shoulder. And at dawn, when the gray light began to creep through the window and draw lines across the sheets, she woke with my hand between her legs and climbed on top of me one more time, half asleep, until we both finished again in a slow tremor. We didn’t keep count.

When we finally stopped moving, Valeria curled up against me and stayed silent for a moment.

—When does your flight leave? —she asked.

—Tomorrow at six in the evening.

—Good —she said, and closed her eyes—. Then we still have time.

We didn’t sleep much that night. But we slept together, and that was the only thing that mattered.