#lovesbiggerthanpride

The humid heat has finally given in to the refreshing cool of the night, and you turn off the ac and open the windows to the nighttime sounds of the street below. With a deep, satisfied sigh, you lean onto the windowsill and gaze out over the street with its vendors packing up for the day, and the cafetera with colored light strings. You draw a deep breath of Bogotà night air, filled with the rich scents of food, flowers, cigar smoke from the old men having drinks in the cafe. The breeze caresses your naked skin and you welcome it, cherish the natural gentleness of it compared to the harsh blow of the air conditioning unit.

The familiar sound of a lighter being flicked is followed by a drag so greedy you swear you can hear the paper burn.

"Get away from there before someone sees you."

You turn your head to the bed and look at Javi leaning against the headboard, cigarette in a tweezer hold between the tips of his thumb and forefinger. His dark gaze is fixed on you, mostly on your ass that's sticking out as you're leaning against the windowsill.

"I'm good here," you shrug. Your apartment is on the top floor and the window high enough to not reveal all of you to any passers-by who might look up. You want to enjoy the breeze and, more importantly, the sensuality of standing naked by a window in Bogotá at night, your lover resting in your bed while having a post-coital cigarette and eye-fucking you like he didn't just rock your world twice in a row. Not even the AC that has been running all night up until now could eradicate the smell of sex and semen that lays heavy in the room.

You turn your attention back outside and hear the bedding rustle as Javi gets up. His heavy steps take him to you, and with the cigarette perched between his lips he cups your ass, molding his palms to your soft buttocks. He only lets one hand go to take the cigarette and flick it out through the open window, before pressing himself up against you.

He's hard again, his sticky cock rising from its nest of pubic hair messed up by your juices, and resting against the cleft between your buttocks. You didn't think it was possible, but your brain drops between your legs as you draw a stuttering breath.

"Again?" you breathe. The cigarette smoke invades your nostrils as Javi leans closer and whispers in your ear:

"I can't get enough of you."

You mean to turn around but he stops you with his hands on your shoulders.

"You're good here," he tells you, echoing your words from only minutes before. One hand slides down your back, his fingers trailing your butt crack before grabbing his cock and leading it into you. You whine as he fills you to the hilt, and he kisses your shoulder as his hand closes over your mouth.