Page 35 of Vice
Jesus. This is a dangerous moment. If Fernando finds us, naked, me still inside his daughter, up a fucking tree, then he’s going to kill us both. He doesn’t know about Natalia’s hiding place, though, she said it was a secret she shared with her grandfather and no one else. All we have to do is pray he doesn’t see the ladder. We have to hope he doesn’t look up.
Natalia reaches back and grabs hold of my thigh, digging her fingernails into my skin. She’s terrified. Slowly, I curve my body over hers, and I move my hand from her neck to cover her mouth. She digs her fingernails in deeper. Her father stops below us, less than twenty feet away, and the tension of the situation is killing me. Somehow I’m still hard. I’m rock fucking solid inside Natalia, and my dick is tingling with an intensity that requires attention. I slowly begin to angle my hips down, sliding myself out of her pussy, and then driving myself back inside her. Natalia breathes heavily through her nose again, a tiny moan escaping her.
“Shhhhh,” I whisper into her ear. “I mean it. Don’t make a sound.”
It’s improbable that Fernando would be able to hear such a tiny, imperceptible noise over the crackling, dripping, and splattering of the raindrops falling from the leaves in the trees, but still…she needs to fucking hold her breath.
I slowly work myself in and out of her, and she presses back against me, grinding against me so I’m as deep inside her as I can go. I kiss and bite at the back of her neck, and she shakes underneath me; I can feel her pulse hammering just below the surface of her skin. I know she’s frightened, but I also know she wants this as badly as I do. Her body wouldn’t be reacting the way it is if she wanted me to stop, that’s for sure. Against all better judgement, I continue to fuck her as her father prowls around below us.
Natalia bites down on my finger as I slam myself into her harder. I can feel the pressure building in her. She wants to cry out. She wants to scream at the top of her lungs. I know this because I do, too. And yet we’re both silent as church mice as I fuck her senseless.
Rainwater runs down my back and over my shoulders, now. Natalia’s skin is slick and wet, too. Steam rises off her body as she digs her fingernails into my skin, holding on for dear life. On the ground below, Fernando stops, his head cocked to one side as though he’s heard something. Natalia’s back locks out, rigid, and she pushes back against me, hard. I don’t let go. I thrust deeper, harder, watching her reaction and her father’s movements at the same time.
She urgently taps my thigh, and then she’s arching her back, her head bent back at the same time, and she’s coming. I lift her so that she’s up on her knees, her back pressed against my chest, the back of her head resting on my collarbone, and I get to see her fall apart. She’s silent, but the ecstasy on her face is something else. She closes her eyes, and her lips part, her chest rising and falling quickly as she writhes against me. I reach my hand down between her legs and I rub her clit as she comes; the warm, slick, wetness of her pleasure is all over my fingertips, and I can’t stop myself any longer.
I come, slamming my cock inside her like a freight train. I’m not sure if I’m making any noise now; the world feels like it’s disintegrating and falling apart around me. My ears are ringing like crazy. Natalia whimpers in my ear, whispering things softly to me.
“Don’t let me go. Please, don’t let me go.”
I feel like I’ve just been smacked in the side of the head. I can’t think straight. Fernando is still paused, listening, and it feels like it doesn’t matter how still I am now, because the sound of my frenzied heartbeat is going to give us away. My cock is still hard inside Natalia; every time she twitches or shifts, a bolt of pleasure rocks through me, sending a shiver through my body.
Fernando stands there a moment longer, and then he seems to shake himself. He moves off, still staring down the sight of his rifle, and the rain grows harder.
Only once he has disappeared into the forest, vanished from sight altogether, do either of us move. Natalia sags, lying flat on the floor of the tree house. Her sigh is one of relief. “Thank god,” she whispers.
“That your father didn’t see us?”
She shakes her head, smiling. “No. Thank god you finally took me, Mr. America.”
