Strangers on a Train

I sat in shock as I knew what was coming. Three words that meant so much but were so hard to say, even if you could infer them in countless other ways. A flat declaration of your feelings, naked and laid bare for your partner to take or leave.

  “That’s why I love you, Leah. Yeah, I said it. I love you.”

  14

  I swallowed a huge gulp of air and sat there stunned as those words sank in. I shouldn’t have been surprised. The man invited me to live with him so quickly and showed me his private spot on the beach. He fought off endless paperwork and crossed an ocean just to find me again. They were all clear gestures that made his affection for me far beyond that of someone he just wanted to fuck. I was still surprised though. I don’t know how, but I was.

  “I…” I stuttered just as much as he did. I knew my words were the same. Why were they hard to say? I’ve said those words before. It was so much easier to say though when you didn’t mean it. Enrique, though, had a kind soul. A hot body. He was one hell of a lover, someone who had proven that he would do absolutely anything for me. “I love you too, Enrique,” I finally managed to let out.

  His face lit up, and he pulled me into another embrace. I could see his hand shaking. I knew that there was little more that he wanted to do than tear this dress off me and enjoy my naked body wholly, the raw, primal lust he had for me so strong.

  Luckily for me, he was a human being. He could control himself. He could be clever and get what he wanted without ruining my expensive dress. “I gotta have you. I absolutely have to. I’m going to explode if I can’t have you now, Leah.”

  He caressed my slit, pushing my dress up, undoing the button of his pants and sliding the zipper down. I could feel his hardness caressing the outside of my sex. With him standing at the edge of the table and me spread eagle on it, I looked down at him and nodded my approval, and soon after, his cock plunged into me. The folds of my dress’s skirt hid us from view, but anyone who looked closely would know what we were doing.

  The ecstasy that came with him being inside me was so damn strong. It was utter bliss to have him like this, and I could tell he needed a moment to appreciate our bond too. Only a moment though, because his carnal need wasn’t going to wait forever.

  Pulling out, he wasted no time pushing back in, another tidal wave of bliss coming along with it. He soon set his rhythm, and I was back in the same predicament I had just moments before - trying to contain my utter joy.

  Everything he did seemed to make me melt into a pool of orgasmic bliss. It didn’t help that I had barely recovered from my last orgasm and he was already out to build up yet another one inside of me.

  My arms wrapped around his head, and I wished I could have felt his bare back, running my fingernails down it, and enjoying his absolutely gorgeous body. I laughed, knowing that I would be able to experience that again and again, and that for now, it was just about sating our lusts enough so that we could function in polite society.

  Harder, faster, we were both so horny for one another, driven by a hunger that could only be filled by the other. As we established our rhythm, I bucked into him, wanting to do my part in contributing to our lust-fueled frenzy. He took my participation as encouragement to keep going and tried to take me faster. My mind spun in ecstasy as we fucked.

  If we were caught, there would be no plausible deniability about what I was doing: being fucked at my own sister’s wedding.

  There was a part of me that wanted to let myself sing. Let myself sing Enrique’s praises, and not care in the least who would hear me. It was so completely tempting to embrace the woman he was making me become by fucking like this and not care that I would scar my parents and sister for the rest of their lives.

  As I gasped and cried out though, Enrique put a finger on my lips. He was being a partner, taking care of me where I failed to take care of myself, reminding me that we were being covert in indulging in one another.

  I nodded and wrapped my legs around him, bucking into him as he fucked me harder, feeling like he was driving me across the table and up the wall. I wrapped my arms around him, and his strength picked me up off the table completely as he fucked me, and then he carried me over to the opposite wall under the bridge and fucked me up against that.

  The electricity inside me was so powerful, so intense. I didn’t know how I was possibly going to contain it. He did these things to me over and over again, making me feel things in ways I never thought of before.

  He was going full speed and dragging me with him. He managed to work a finger onto my clit, and it made the sensations sharper. Muffled moans escaped my lips, but somehow, some way, I was hanging on. My body was trembling like an earthquake right before a tsunami. I held on for dear life, letting Enrique do his thing as I whispered into his ear. “How – how can you do these things to me?”

  Enrique shot a steel gaze at me. “You’re so special, Leah. No woman has ever made me want to do things like this. No woman has made me want to hear her cum again and again. No woman has made me take these risks. You, you are one. Not in a million, not in a billion, not in a trillion. You are the one and only. You are the only one meant for me.”

  I smiled before my mouth was forced to open with a loud moan. The panic that hit me, the fear of being heard, well, it only made the upcoming trip to nirvana all the sweeter.

  “You,” he struggled with his words, and I knew that he too was close. “You still on the pill?”

  Was I? Honestly, no. I was too depressed to remember to take it these days, and I had made a conscious decision to stop. I remembered what I was feeling though, the sickness that had been plaguing me the last few days. I also remembered what it felt like to have him inside me. The warmth, the fullness, the bliss.

  There was deception to it, sure, but I was far too gone to really care.

  I nodded. Enthusiastically. “Give me it. Please. Give me all of it.”

  “Am I turning my sweet Leah into an addict?” he teased.

  I nodded even more.

  With my clearance, he had everything he needed. He continued his thrusts, the powerful friction between us driving us both mad with lust.

  He brought me down to the ground, his own strength fading, but not fast enough that he dropped me. His final strokes were near, and those final strokes were all I would need too.

  One more, two more thrusts, and on the next, I…

  All I saw was his smile as my vision went blurry. He told me my face looked silly when I came, but God, when it felt like this, I couldn’t care less. The tsunami that had been building finally unleashed over my body, the wave crashing over my body again and again, leaving me quivering from head to toe in absolute ecstasy. The smile on my face was so wide that it started to actually hurt, and the sounds I was making, well, I don’t think I was remotely doing a good job of muffling myself any longer.

  Enrique too, wasn’t able to resist the charms of my pussy any longer. I’d started to learn how he worked. The subtle cues, the changes in how he moved. The way his ass tightened up and his hips shifted. I think I even subtly felt his balls pulse as they were ready to unload into me. His groan was low, long, and so reassuring.

  I doubted he was lying when he said he couldn’t imagine coming without me. Weeks of pent-up need and lust made our bodies writhe and tremble. He made no attempt to pull out. He remembered my words, that I wanted all of it. All of his warmth. I couldn’t describe the feeling – I just knew I liked it.

  Again, we were both spent, exhausted. Under the bridge next to a wedding reception was no place to sleep though. Sadly, Enrique withdrew from me and sat against the wall, helping me into his arms to allow me to use him as a cushion where there was none.

  I blushed, realizing what I had done, and that it was likely that I was heard. Well, that was until I heard the loud dance music, complete with powerful bass beats, coming from across the room. I wondered if it was merely coincidence or maybe if Mia had decided to be a good sister and helped cover for me.

  Regardless, I rested my han
d on Enrique’s lap and collected my bearings.

  15

  I was bothered by my lie. In the moment, it seemed right. I wanted to feel all of him. I looked up at my lover and felt conflicted. Do I tell him what I suspected? Do I confess? I couldn’t keep my thoughts away from him. If we were moving from fling to relationship, that wasn’t something we could build on lies, even lies by omission. “I’m not on the pill. I’ve stopped taking it these last few days.”

  Enrique glared at me. “You can’t be serious.”

  Was I going to lose him if I told him the truth? The shiver down my spine returned. After all of this, would I lose him because I went and got knocked up?

  “Leah, have you been lying to me from the start? I understand not wanting to use condoms. I understand liking the feeling of a man inside you. I enjoyed it very much too. Have you been lying to me?”

  I shook my head. “No. Not except just now.”

  He took a deep sigh. “That’s still not good. My mother always told me to beware the girl who tries to get pregnant without telling you. They’re the crazy ones.” He was still obviously shaken by this.

  I decided I needed to get it over with and rip the metaphorical Band-Aid off, even if it meant losing him just when I finally got him back. “I – I think I might be pregnant.”

  He stared at me again. “You know that’s not how it works. I don’t need to teach you about your…”

  “I think I might be pregnant from when we were in Spain. Not now, Enrique. That’s why I told you to go ahead and cum in me.” Mostly true, I told myself.

  “You told me you were on the pill that time.”

  “Yeah, well, I was. I thought I was perfectly safe. But you know what the sex ed classes say.”

  He took another deep breath, trying to cope with what was being thrown at him. “The only 100 percent effective form of birth control is abstinence.” He broke into a laugh afterwards. “And abstinence? That’s not remotely fun.”

  It was heartwarming to see him smile again after my confession. “The pill’s not perfect. I was on it, but I was also on antibiotics the week before that, and when I missed my period, I looked it up online. It says that antibiotics reduce the pill’s effectiveness. I wouldn’t lie to you. I know that’s what crazy women do, and I’m only mildly crazy, not totally crazy.”

  He kept laughing. “I believe you, Leah.”

  There was a silence, both of us just enjoying one another’s presence for a time. I was still nervous. I didn’t get the straight answer I wanted. “So…?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Are you…going to stay with me?” I asked nervously.

  “Of course I am. What kind of man do you think I am?” he asked, his eyes narrowing.

  He seemed offended by my words. “I didn’t mean, um, I…”

  “You have our miracle baby growing inside you, Leah. That’s God’s way of telling me that you’re the one. I’d be a fool to run away from you now. You’re mine. I’m not going to let you go. Ever.”

  Enrique pulled me in tighter, and then laid another passionate kiss on my lips.

  Complete relief washed over me. I pulled myself to my feet. My legs were weak thanks to Enrique, but I figured I’d be able to make it through the night.

  My lover was right there behind me. “Of course, this means I probably should hurry up and marry you. My church frowns on children born out of wedlock.”

  “That doesn’t sound too bad.” I tried to straighten myself up. “How do I look?”

  “Like I just ate you out and fucked you under a bridge,” he said with a sly smile.

  “That bad, huh?”

  “It’s a good look on you.”

  “If anyone asks, I fell into a bush because I’m a klutz.”

  Enrique shrugged. “If that’s your weak cover story, so be it.”

  We started walking back toward the wedding reception. Hand in hand, I realized it was really happening. I was going to have him forever. “So, what did you want to do about us?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Did you come here to drag me back to Valencia, or are you relocating?”

  “Relocating. I like the idea of a fresh start and I don’t want to take you away from your family. Mine is everywhere so it doesn’t matter where I live. I’m sure I can find a job here quickly enough.”

  “I guess I should introduce you to everyone then.”

  “Ah yes, more people like you? I bet your mother and sister are just as beautiful as you.”

  “You can stop kissing my ass now. You have me,” I deadpanned.

  “I can’t help it, Leah. I’m all about you and I want to know everything there is to know about you and your family. If they’re anything like you, I’m sure both your mother and sister are wonderful women.”

  I didn’t care that I looked like a wreck. I had him. I had Enrique. No more fretting of what could have been or what I might have lost.

  “I am telling you right now, we’re going back to Valencia for Christmas,” he said excitedly. “So much to see and do there. I’ve lived there all my life, and there’s still things I haven’t done yet.”

  “I’d love that,” I said.

  The reception was in full force, with people dancing and drinking too much. I saw my parents, and not too far away, I saw Mia. I couldn’t wait to introduce them to Enrique and let them know that my own wedding wouldn’t be too far behind my sister’s.

  The End

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