Framing Felipe (23 page)

She
took
it,
and
as
soon
as
she
had
both
feet
flat
on
the
tub
floor,
he
turned
and

wrenched
the
water
off.
He
moved
slowly
enough
that
she
caught
a
blast
of
the
last
frigid

spray.
Who
knew
how
long
he’d
been
taking
the
brunt
of
that
cold
water?
He
hadn’t
seemed

to
notice
it
at
all—the
ultimate
employment
of
mind
over
matter.

He
snatched
back
the
shower
curtain,
looped
an
arm
around
her
waist,
and
carried
her

to
the
bed.
No
sooner
had
her
wet
hair
mashed
against
the
bedspread,
he
was
straddling

her,
teasing
her
lips
apart
with
his
own
and
whipping
her
tongue
into
compliance.

His
possession
of
her
mouth
was
so
primal,
so
needy
,
she
could
hardly
breathe.

Couldn’t
plan
.
Just
as
well,
because
he
seemed
content
with
steering
the
ship
without
her

input.

“Wrap
your
legs
around
me,”
he
growled
after
drawing
back
from
her
mouth,
and
she

did,
right
as
he
pressed
his
hard
cock
against
her
entrance.
He
paused
there
only
long

enough
for
her
body
to
accommodate
his
girth,
then
slid
the
rest
in
one
eager
thrust.

“
Dios
mío,
you’re
so
tight.
Como
una
virgen
.”

“Celibacy
will
do
that
to
you.”

“I
won’t
stop
unless
you
tell
me
to.”
He
nipped
at
her
lips
and
tilted
his
hips
to
ease

himself
out
of
her.

FRAMING FELIPE
–
89
–
Holley Trent

“Okay.”
She
squeezed
her
muscles
tight
around
his
shaft,
inviting
him
in—for
him
just

take
her,
already.

He
needed
no
further
prompting.
He
propped
himself
on
his
forearms
and
stared
into

her
eyes
for
a
long
moment
before
his
hips
took
over
the
talking.

His
pace
was
nearly
frenetic,
but
his
control
was
remarkable.
She
expected
as
much

given
his
strength.
His
limberness.
But
those
large
muscles
weren’t
what
he
needed
to

worry
about.
Those,
he’d
trained
long
and
hard.
Those
had
stamina.

But
other
things—untouched
things,
certainly
those
would
retire
more
quickly.

He
didn’t
slow
as
she
expected.
His
thrusts
got
faster,
harder,
and
what
she
felt
down

below
was
in
that
fuzzy
area
between
pain
and
pleasure.
Maybe
the
bit
of
pain
made
it
all

that
much
more
arousing.

He
nudged
one
of
her
legs
over
his
shoulder,
then
the
other,
gaining
even
deeper

access.

She
tried
to
find
some
outlet
for
what
she
was
feeling.
If
she
were
at
home,
she’d

probably
scream,
but
the
walls
were
too
thin
and
too
many
ears
were
open.
She
pulled
her

bottom
lip
between
her
teeth
and
bit,
and
that
helped.
She
clawed
at
the
sheets
beneath

them,
digging
her
nails
in
so
hard
she
was
certain
the
fabric
had
ripped,
and
that
helped,

too.

She’d
started
to
shudder
when
he
finally
came,
filling
her,
and
murmuring
something
in

Spanish
she
didn’t
quite
catch.
Then,
breathless,
he
tipped
her
over
the
edge.
He
shifted
his

hips
and
probed
her
g-‐spot,
while
pressing
his
thumb
over
her
clit.

And
she
did
scream,
but
he
muffled
it
with
his
mouth,
teasing
her
tongue
until
she

kissed
him
back,
her
body
nervous
and
shaking
from
all
the
sensation.

When
he
eased
back,
she
expected
his
expression
to
be
triumphant,
and
she
expected

she’d
snap
at
him,
because
that’s
what
she
always
did.

But,
no.
His
expression
was
neutral
as
he
let
down
her
legs
and
pushed
off
of
her.
He

didn’t
say
anything,
just
grazed
her
parted
lips
with
the
pad
of
this
thumb,
then
loped
to
the

bathroom.

Water
drummed
into
the
sink
bottom,
then
Felipe
returned
with
a
wet
washcloth
that

thankfully
wasn’t
too
cold.

FRAMING FELIPE
–
90
–
Holley Trent

She
held
out
a
hand,
expecting
him
to
toss
it
to
her
now
that
his
work
was
done,
but

instead,
he
parted
her
legs
and
gently
dabbed
her
clean.

As
thoughtful
as
the
gesture
was,
she
had
other
concerns.
“Felipe,
I’m
not
on
birth

control,”
she
said
when
he’d
finished.

He
didn’t
respond
right
away.
His
eyes
went
a
bit
round
for
a
second,
but
beyond
that,

he
didn’t
react.
He
disappeared
into
the
bathroom
again,
ran
some
more
water,
and
when

he
returned,
his
cock
was
flaccid
and
hands
dry.
He’d
plucked
her
comb
from
the
counter

and
pulled
it
through
his
hair.
She
watched
him
gathered
the
sleek
blond
mass
into
a

ponytail,
and
his
eyes
stayed
locked
on
hers.

“Felipe,
did
you
hear
me?”

“
Sí
.”

She
propped
herself
up
on
her
elbows
and
raised
a
brow
at
him.
“And
you
understand

what
I’m
implying,
yes?
We
just
had
unprotected
sex.
We
Shrews
tend
to
be
resistant
to

yucky
stuff,
but
there’s
nothing
stopping
me
from
getting
knocked
up.”

“And?”
He
tossed
her
the
brush
and
she
caught
it
handily.

“What
do
you
mean,
and
?
That
was
irresponsible.”
She
batted
at
her
now-‐curly
hair

with
her
rescued
comb,
but
gave
up
on
the
endeavor.
She’d
have
to
wet
her
hair
again.
No

way
she’d
be
able
to
get
the
tangles
out
otherwise.
Lunch
suddenly
seemed
a
long
way

away.

“Maybe
your
idea
of
responsible
is
different
from
mine.”

“Apparently.”
She
scooted
to
the
end
of
the
bed
and
stood.
She
walked
past
him
into
the

bathroom
and
placed
the
comb
on
the
counter.

Felipe
padded
in
behind
her
and
pressed
his
front
against
her
backside.
He
bent
her

over
the
counter’s
edge
so
her
breasts
mashed
against
the
tile
and
ground
his
semi-‐erect

cock
against
her
ass,
probing
at
an
entrance
left
un-‐breached.

“Think
about
it,
Sarah,”
he
ordered,
slipping
his
hand
around
her
waist
and
finding
her

clit.
He
rubbed
it
in
lazy
circles
and
pressed
his
lips
against
her
ear.

She
moaned,
and
hated
herself
for
it.
She
hated
herself
even
more
for
inching
up
on
her

tiptoes
to
nestle
his
cock
more
firmly
between
her
cheeks.

“I’m
it
for
you,
huh?
Someone
who
you
can
tell
your
secrets,
who
won’t
be
shocked
at

them?
Who
won’t
run
from
them?”

FRAMING FELIPE
–
91
–
Holley Trent

He
had
a
bit
of
a
point.
Truth
was,
she
hadn’t
been
with
anyone
since
the
mutations.

She
didn’t
know
how
she
would
explain
what
had
happened—whether
a
man
would
be

afraid
to
touch
her
for
fear
it
was
contagious.
It
wasn’t,
but…

“That’s
not
a
good
enough
reason
to
be
with
someone.”

“I
think
it’s
a
damned
good
reason
to
try,
querida
.”

“Maybe.”
She
said
it
so
softly,
she
wasn’t
sure
if
it
was
merely
a
mental
echo
or
if
she’d

really
said
it
out
loud.

He
dragged
the
tip
of
his
tongue
along
the
outer
rim
of
her
ear
and
kissed
her
cheek

before
letting
her
up
with
a
slap
on
her
ass.

He
strode
out,
saying,
“I
hope
there’s
coffee
with
lunch.”

She
somehow
managed
to
swallow
the
lump
in
her
throat
and
wrenched
on
the
hot

water
in
the
tub
once
more.
“Right.
Coffee.”

She
stuck
her
head
under
the
tap
and
tried
to
drown
out
thoughts
of
how
completely

off
the
rails
she
felt.
There
wasn’t
a
guidebook
for
this,
and
she
was
struggling
for
it.

Why
isn’t
there
a
guidebook?
Something
to
tell
me
what
this
is?

And
she
really
didn’t
know.
Was
it
a
fling?
Good
dick
and
nice
company?
Or
was
there

something
there?
Hard
to
tell.
She’d
only
known
the
guy
for
a
day.

She
turned
off
the
water
and
wrung
the
extra
from
her
hair
before
standing.

Maybe
Felipe
was
right
about
one
thing—a
“human”
man
probably
wasn’t
what
she

needed.
She
needed
someone
who
understood
intimately
what
it
was
like
to
be
different.

The
question
now
was,
was
that
person
she
needed
Felipe
?

FRAMING FELIPE
–
92
–
Holley Trent

Although
Eric
made
a
pretty
convincing
plea
for
them
to
stay,
Sarah
seemed
antsy.

Felipe
found
it
evident
she
was
uncomfortable
away
from
work,
and
there
was
no

compelling
reason
for
them
to
hang
tight
at
the
lodge.

They
took
their
lunches
to
go
and
drove
to
the
cabin,
being
mostly
quiet
in
between

bites
of
their
sandwiches.
Other
than
to
reach
for
the
occasional
napkin
or
ask
him
to

unscrew
the
cap
from
her
bottle
of
water,
she
seemed
withdrawn.
Felipe
didn’t
want
to

push.
Maybe
he’d
pushed
her
too
much
already
.
She
hadn’t
said
no,
nor
had
she
exhibited

reluctance
about
their
affair,
but
perhaps
she
was
feeling
a
bit
of
buyer’s
remorse?

Did
she
want
him
to
be
more
passive?
For
her
to
be
the
one
holding
the
leash?
No.
If
it

were
up
to
her,
it
seemed,
she’d
stay
locked
in
her
same
little
habitual
patterns
and
never

seek
experiences
beyond
them.
He
hadn’t
been
blowing
smoke
when
he
said
he
was

probably
it
for
her.
It
wasn’t
conceit.
He
wasn’t
insinuating
she
had
no
options.
It
was
just

that
from
the
moment
he’d
met
her,
it’d
been
nearly
impossible
to
separate
her
out
of
his

thoughts
of
the
future.
They’d
met
a
little
over
a
day
ago,
but
he
felt
like
he
really
knew