Something that always happened with Billy was his way of being: arrogant, indifferent, cruel, and lacking empathy. When he danced with someone he shouldn't have—someone who was already committed—who could deny that many times, when he stopped thinking, he committed such acts. Billy grabbed Alessandra Ambrosio's beautiful legs and used whatever little space remained to stroke his already wet, very wet manhood, slipping between the sweat and the organic fluid of the passionate love sizzling between them. The model made no effort to deny anything but the intensity of their bodies. Not long ago, he had promised Adriana that he would never sleep with any of her friends, yet now he did so with ease, without apparent concern, driven by a hateful impulse—a way to ignore everything his mind mentioned, yielding little more than a half-hearted concession.
He kissed her exposed neck, and there was a contrary idea in mind: she was weak behind the ears, down the neck. One kiss would lift her in radiant ways, her eyes deep like pools of longing for love and lust, primed to release a deep moan from her soul. There was always something between lovers that caused a vivid and emotional discomfort. Their bodies collided—she was slim and marvelous, almost fragile, less voluptuous than Scarlett, leaner, a bit tighter, streamlined, full of a vibrant current of wonder. Tightened, contracted with force, never letting go. They danced to a daring rhythm, shifting direction constantly. The trick was not to stop for at least the next five minutes, at least until she said to stop—that's when he attacked fiercely, fearlessly, and utterly relentlessly.
-Yes, darling, just like that.- Billy complied without hesitation, pressing himself against her, chest to chest, while she wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck. Her nails scratched his back as her teeth bit his shoulder. His muscles prevented her from biting hard—he was so strong, it almost felt like déjà vu. He was so good, and she was addicted. They fit perfectly together. He always did this when he needed everything to hit a simmering truth, amplifying that both were about to define themselves, measure themselves in love, and test each other through deceit.
When he found the right spot, he didn't stop. He gave everything he had without leaving the chair, which was why he kept going even though doing so only forced each of them to hold on tightly with no room for maneuver. That spot he missed so much—their rhythmic moans amid thrusts and strikes—he felt her head bang hard against his chest. She contracted and took it with the strength and the cunning cruelty of love. A moment when breath passed through nothing but the emptiness of their shared space, a storm drowning in what they called a thin space, denying any pain. As far as possible, as impatient as the gates of the horizon, he released everything inside her womb, staining every trace—every last one while their foreheads touched, and they both escaped with pleasure.
He found it attractive to see how, without hesitation about their jealousies, they could manage it when love did not deny them. It was jealousy and its forms that made laughter escape. And when laughter escaped, it left behind a tangle of truths that could not be real. At every trace.
-Already awake? -
-You must be joking; we can do at least three more rounds,- Billy said as he turned her over. Now it was rough sex—the first was always a slow memory, nothing tense, used to unify body and soul without conditions. He used his strength to pin her down while continuing a second round that provoked a different kind of pleasure, stemming from their posture and reaching madness. His hips hit from behind. With such a slender body, Alessandra hated the pounding; she preferred grabbing, pulling, or simply the possession that brought a different kind of desire.
It was beautiful when they did it this way. He could use his hand to press her sensitive spot forcefully, licking side to side or moving his hands with vigor. She was close, pulled her hand away, but a single scratch made her move forward. Fluids escaped, and others were stained in that forbidden and unreachable place.
Both closed their eyes, feeling pleasure rising in their bodies with such force. His second release came, and it was no surprise that every time they met, they took a moment to pause their bodies, each with the other.
-What would a man do who is as fortunate as no other? -
-Yes, indeed he is,- Alessandra replied, like a woman, a shining pearl hidden among oars. Each of them sighed inwardly—the brave way they took their time, looking at her, her bare body against the mattress.
-I'll order some dinner. Want to join me?- Billy asked.
-Actually, I would love to. I always end up hungry,- Alessandra said.
A faint beep indicated their food was arriving. Dinner wasn't near—it was closer to lunch—but they had the whole night ahead. Billy had already crossed Recife, Cruzeiro, Rio, São Paulo, Buenos Aires, Mar del Plata, Rosario, La Plata, Montevideo, Sacramento, Asunción...
-Don't come in with me; I want to shower, - Alessandra said.
-Who could do such a thing? - Billy replied, entering with her. Awaiting them was a shower, a tub, a jacuzzi, a room fit for a king—the well-deserved and carefully crafted time in which she dared to lower her arms and take his member into her mouth, with intrigue.
-Power was so pleasant, so rebellious... violent,- Billy whispered.
-What are you saying? - She said as the words escaped her lips—her swollen lips, which had seen quite a journey. He saw her hair stuck to her, sweeping back rightly, full of vitality. Everything about her was perfect and magnificent—so pure and apparent that it was like a whisper when, right there, he climaxed for the third time, crashing against the wall using all he had. He kissed her lips, moved downwards, kissed her breasts, tasted with pleasure, and gave so much of himself, without regret and with such intrigue that he could take her to a third climax, just as the food arrived with a knock at the intercom.
-We have to regain strength. You won't leave until I can say you're fully satisfied, - Billy said, taking her cheek with pride and vivacity, for pride was what had been missing.