Barcelona Whispers: A Reckoning of Desire

Via stirred awake to the faint hum of cicadas outside their Barcelona villa, the kind that seeped through the cracked window like an uninvited guest. Her body ached in the best way, muscles loose from the previous night's tangle in the sheets, but Arkin's arm was already draped over her hip, his fingers splayed possessively across her bare stomach. He hadn't let go even in sleep, his breath steady against her shoulder. Two months into this phase—him turning into a full-on yearner, whispering "I love you" at every turn, like he was making up for every second they'd lost. It was different from the early days; back then, she'd been the shy one, holding back affections until he pried them out. Now, she initiated, pulling him close before he could even ask, her hands bolder, her words direct. No more hesitation. The limelight back in the Philippines felt like a distant memory here, where they could fuck and love without cameras lurking.

She twisted in his hold, facing him, her naked skin sliding against his. Arkin's eyes fluttered open, that intense stare locking on immediately. "Morning, babe," he murmured, voice gravelly from sleep, leaning in to press a kiss to her collarbone. "I love you." The words came easy now, a reflex, but they hit her every time, warming her from the inside out.

Via didn't wait for him to pull her closer; she climbed on top, straddling his waist, her pussy brushing the hardening length of his dick. "Love you more," she said, grinding down slow, feeling him twitch against her folds. She reached between them, guiding his tip to her entrance, already slick from the mere press of their bodies. No teasing today—she sank onto him in one smooth motion, his thickness filling her up, stretching her walls until she bottomed out. Arkin groaned, hands gripping her thighs, but she set the pace, rolling her hips in tight circles, clit rubbing against his base.

"Fuck, Via," he breathed, eyes half-lidded, but he didn't take over. This was her move, proactive like she'd promised herself after their last reconciliation—no more shyness, just raw want. She leaned forward, breasts swaying as she rode him harder, the wet slap of her ass against his thighs echoing in the quiet room. His dick dragged inside her, hitting that spot that made her toes curl, and she clenched deliberately, milking him as she picked up speed.

He sat up abruptly, banding an arm around her back to pull her flush against his chest, mouth latching onto her nipple. He sucked hard, teeth grazing the sensitive bud, while his free hand slid to her ass, fingers digging in to help her bounce. "You're so wet for me already," he muttered against her skin, thrusting up to meet her drops, the angle letting him grind deeper. Via's breath hitched, her nails scraping his shoulders as the pressure built, coiling tight in her core. She came with a sharp gasp, pussy fluttering around his cock, a small gush soaking his balls. Arkin held her down, rocking through it, his own release following quick—hot spurts flooding her, coating her insides as he whispered, "Love you, fuck, love you so much."

They stayed connected like that, her forehead against his, until his dick softened enough to slip out, cum trickling down her thigh. Via scooped it with her fingers, pushing it back in with a smirk. "Can't waste it," she said, kissing him deep, tasting the salt on his lips.

Breakfast was a lazy affair in the sun-drenched kitchen, but Arkin couldn't keep his hands off. He stood behind her at the counter, chopping tomatoes for a simple omelet, his bare chest pressed to her back, dick half-hard against her ass even through his loose shorts. Every few minutes, he'd pause to kiss her neck, murmuring "I love you" into her skin, his clinginess amped up like it had been for weeks. Via leaned into it, turning to feed him a bite from her fork, her free hand slipping into his shorts to stroke him lazily. "Missed this freedom," she said, thinking of the Philippines' prying eyes, how they'd hidden stolen touches. Here, she could jerk him off mid-meal if she wanted.

He dropped the knife, spinning her around to hoist her onto the counter, shoving her thighs apart. "I love you," he said again, dropping to his knees, face diving between her legs without preamble. His tongue flattened against her pussy, lapping at the remnants of their morning fuck, the flavor of his own cum mixing with her arousal. Via gripped the edge, legs hooking over his shoulders, pulling him closer. He sucked her clit into his mouth, teeth nipping just enough to make her hiss, while two fingers plunged inside, curling to stroke her g-spot. The counter was cool against her ass, a stark contrast to the heat building, and she ground against his face, chasing the edge.

"Don't stop," she demanded, her voice firmer than it used to be, no reluctance now. Arkin hummed against her, the vibration shooting through her core, and she came hard, squirting onto his tongue, thighs clamping his head. He drank it down, standing to kiss her, sharing the taste—salty, tangy, them. His dick pressed insistent against her hip, but she pushed him back, sliding off the counter to her knees. "My turn," she said, taking him in her mouth, lips stretching around his girth. She bobbed deep, tongue swirling the underside, one hand cupping his balls to tug gently. Arkin threaded fingers through her hair, not guiding, just holding, whispering "Babe, I love you" as she hollowed her cheeks.

She pulled off with a pop, standing to bend over the counter, ass presented. "Fuck me here." He didn't need telling twice—shorts kicked away, he lined up and thrust in, balls-deep in one go. The kitchen filled with the sounds of skin slapping, her pussy gripping him tight, still sensitive from his tongue. His hands roamed, one pinching her nipple, the other rubbing her clit in rough circles. Via pushed back, meeting every snap of his hips, the fullness making her drip down her legs. "Harder, Arkin," she gasped, and he obliged, pounding until the cabinets rattled, his groans mixing with hers.

He came with a curse, pulling out to watch the first ropes paint her ass before shoving back in to finish, filling her up again. Cum leaked out when he withdrew, and she reached back, smearing it over her skin like lotion, a wicked grin over her shoulder. "Marked," she teased, and he laughed, pulling her into a hug, clingy as ever.

The morning stretched into a walk through the winding streets of their neighborhood, away from the tourist traps. Arkin's hand stayed laced with hers, thumb stroking her knuckles, but every few blocks, he'd tug her into a shadowed doorway for a kiss, whispering "I love you" against her mouth. Via matched him, proactive in the affection—nipping his lip, pressing her body close, her free hand squeezing his ass through his jeans. The freedom hit different here; no paparazzi, just them, rediscovering each other in the open air.

Back home, they headed to the rooftop terrace, the midday sun beating down on the terracotta tiles. Via stripped first, peeling off her sundress to lounge naked on the cushioned daybed, skin soaking up the warmth. Arkin followed, shedding his clothes, his dick already stirring at the sight of her sprawled out, legs parted just enough to tease. "Come here," she said, patting the spot beside her, no shyness in her voice. He crawled over, settling between her thighs, but she flipped them so she was on top, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand—her newfound boldness shining through.

"I love you," he said, eyes dark with want, as she ground her pussy along his shaft, coating him in her wetness. She reached for the silk scarf from her bag, a remnant of last week's market haul, and bound his hands to the bedframe loosely, testing. "Trust me?" she asked, and he nodded, dick throbbing against her. Via slid down, taking him in her mouth again, slow and deep, saliva dripping down his length as she worked him with her hand. His hips bucked, but she controlled it, popping off to straddle his face instead. "Eat me," she ordered, lowering onto his mouth.

Arkin's tongue went to work immediately, spearing into her hole, lapping greedily while his nose nudged her clit. She rocked against him, hands braced on his chest, feeling his bound wrists strain. The sun heated her back, sweat beading between her breasts, and she rode his face harder, pussy clenching as orgasm built. "Fuck, yes," she moaned, coming with a shudder, juices flooding his mouth. He sucked it all, humming "I love you" into her folds, the vibrations pushing aftershocks through her.

She untied him then, but Arkin flipped her onto her stomach, ass up, his clinginess taking over. "My turn to hold you," he growled, spreading her cheeks to lick a stripe from her pussy to her asshole, rimming the tight ring with his tongue. Via arched, pushing back, the sensation dirty and electric. He worked a finger in alongside, slick with her arousal, scissoring gently while his other hand fisted his dick, stroking. "Want this?" he asked, pressing the tip against her ass.

"Yes," she breathed, proactive even here, reaching back to guide him. He eased in slow, the stretch burning at first, then melting into pleasure as he bottomed out. His thrusts started shallow, building to deep rolls, one hand slipping under to rub her clit. Via's fingers found her pussy, plunging in to match his rhythm, the double penetration making her walls flutter. "I love you," she gasped, turning her head for a sloppy kiss over her shoulder. He pounded harder, the slap of his hips against her ass loud in the open air, until she came, ass clenching around him, pussy gushing over her hand.

Arkin pulled out, flipping her over to straddle her chest, jerking his dick until he came across her tits, ropes of cum splattering her skin. She rubbed it in, smiling up at him, and he collapsed beside her, pulling her into his side, hand splayed over her belly again—that possessive hold. "Love you forever, babe."

Afternoon brought a shift to the studio, where Via sketched villa designs on her drafting table, but Arkin hovered, shirtless in the doorway, watching her with that yearning gaze. Two months of this intensity, and it showed—no more distance, just constant touch. She glanced up, setting her pencil down. "Join me," she said, pulling him over by his waistband, proactive in drawing him in. He stood behind her chair, hands on her shoulders, massaging down to her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples through her thin top.

"Work can wait," he whispered, "I love you," but she stood, pushing him onto the worn leather couch, stripping her clothes as she went. Naked, she climbed onto his lap, facing away, guiding his dick into her pussy reverse cowgirl style. The mirror across the room let her watch—the way her ass cheeks spread around his base, his hands gripping her hips as she bounced. He thrust up, meeting her, the angle hitting deep, his fingers finding her clit to pinch and rub.

Via leaned back against his chest, turning her head for kisses, her hand reaching to tweak his balls. "Fuck me like you mean it," she urged, and he did, slamming up hard, the couch creaking. Sweat slicked their skin, her pussy dripping down his shaft, and she came with a cry, walls pulsing, squirting a little onto his thighs. Arkin followed, grinding deep, filling her once more, his