Before the spasms had left her completely, Rosario pulled me up and kissed me roughly, tasting herself on my lips. She gripped my right breast and her fingers pinched my nipple hard. “You ready for what I’m going to give you?” she whispered, her eyes boring into me, and all I could do was whimper.
Not that she needed an answer.
I suddenly found myself turned around and thrown against the wall, my cheek pressing against the cool wallpaper. With a gasp, I realized that my dress and petticoat was being lifted up, all the way to my hips, and my panties had been ripped to my ankles in one swift move. Before I could turn my head and protest, Rosario had entered me, several fingers at once, and thrust into my wetness.
“I missed fucking you,” she whispered in my right ear.
“Oh, God,” I breathed, just before her left hand reached around my throat and covered my mouth. She proceeded to fuck me hard, my muffled cries seeming to only make her more excited. Two fingers of the hand cupping my mouth slipped inside my lips. I reacted instinctively, sucking her fingers just like I’d sucked her clit a minute earlier, all the while her right hand still pounded me mercilessly. I clamped down against her, my knees buckling. In response, she propped me up into the wall and her piston hand pumped me harder than I’d ever taken it before.
Then, abruptly, she released me. I turned around to face her but she pushed me back against the wall. “Don’t move, don’t even think about it,” she breathed into my ear.
I stood as still as possible, my breath quickening with an odd mixture of fear and anticipation. I heard her walk across the room, open a drawer, shuffle amongst her things. My anxiety intensified. What was she going to do? Suddenly she was against me again, and I could smell her cologne as she kissed me on the cheek with wet, velvety lips. One of her hands cupped my breasts again, squeezing my nipples harshly, making me moan out loud. Satisfied with my reaction, Rosario propped herself against me. It was only then, when I felt the stiffness against the back of my thigh, that I realized what she had in store for me.
She thrust the cock into me without any warning. I was already wet and my juices were streaking down my legs, but the sensation of being so filled would have made me scream had it not been for my mouth being covered again. I moaned against her fingers as the entire shaft of that thick appendage slammed inside me and began a steady, rhythmic pounding.
I’d never been taken from behind, never knew how intense it could get, that sensation of fullness, the animal urge to be devoured from within. Sweat dribbled down my neck and between my breasts, making my hair stick against my skin, which was slick with perspiration. I sucked on Rosario’s fingers as she continued to pump into me over and over again, until I couldn’t take it anymore. My knees buckled from the pressure building to an unbearable peak. I arched against her and came in rolling, shuddering spasms of both agony and release, whimpering, quivering, crying.
Rosario allowed me to slide down to the floor before pulling herself on top of me. Her dark, hauntingly deep eyes met mine, full of passion and despair and all the love that had ever coursed between us. She collapsed over me, burying her face in my hair, biting my neck, and I felt her tears begin to flow in the crook of my shoulder before I realized that I too was weeping.
“Tell me what happened to you,” Rosario asked, her voice breaking. “When you never came back to me, I was so angry. I thought you’d left me.”
I stared at the ceiling, struggling to hold myself together. I knew it would hurt her to hear the story, that she’d blame herself for not protecting me. Oh, how I wanted to shield her from the horror of the last five months of my life, to shut that part of myself away forever and pretend than none of that cruelty and ugliness had taken place. But I also knew that I owed her the truth; no matter how painful, no lies could be allowed to come between us. So, in a steady and quiet voice, I told her about the mental ward, the psychotropic drugs and the electric shocks, and every single thing that had happened to me since we’d been ripped apart.
We lay there on the floor of her dressing room, wrapped against one another like kittens in a basket, unwilling to pull apart, alternating between grief over having been separated for so long and relief that we were together once more.
“I should have looked for you, I should have done something more,” she whispered, running her hand through my matted long hair, caressing every strand.
“You don’t have to say anything,” I said, clutching her tightly. “You couldn’t have known what they were going to do. There’s no way you could have found me, much less gotten me out of there. It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t told my mother about the nightclub…”
Her face twisted in anguish. “Diana, I thought you’d left me forever. I parked outside your old apartment building for days, looking for you, until the property superintendent told me that he’d heard your mother had sent you off to college back east. I thought you went back to your father, Di…that they had changed your mind about me. When I heard nothing from you after so long, I thought…” She let out a sob. “I thought you’d gone straight and forgot all about me.”
I shut my eyes, trying to keep the tears from flowing. “How could I ever forget the love of my life?”
“I’m so sorry,” Rosario said, visibly grief-stricken. “How can I ever forgive myself for not doing more to find you? Here I was, making records and going on a rock star tour, while they were doing all those things to you….” her voice trailed off.
“It’s all right,” I whispered. “It was easier to believe that I’d betrayed you. It made it easier to carry on. Don’t beat yourself up about it, it won’t make any difference. It’s what we do from this day on that matters.”
She propped herself up on her elbow and stared at me with wet, shining eyes. A smile broke on her face. “Since when did you turn into the wise one?”
I let out a little laugh. “When I first met you, I was a stupid little kid. I didn’t know what I wanted, and I didn’t know how hard I’d have to fight for it. But I’m a different girl now.”
“And have you figured out what you want?”
I locked eyes with her, and in her pupils I saw a reflection of our future together. Over the decades ahead we would live our lives proudly, in a way my scared and closeted father could only wish he had. We were going to be part of a new breed, a new generation of people who refused to be shamed by society for choosing the love that dared not speak its name. There would be social backlashes and legal obstacles to overcome, street riots and painful struggles ahead, but we would forge onward on the path we had chosen, lovers and friends, hand in hand, for the rest of our lives.
I reached up to caress Rosario’s beautiful face and smiled at her through the tears. “Not only have I figured it out, but now that I have you in my arms I’m never going to let anything come between us ever again. Te amo, querida. For now and for always.”
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