Eve

As soon as he entered me, I knew that he was going to be too much. Everything about him had been so far that way and lying with him was no different. My body didn’t feel able, but somehow it all worked. When I felt him twitch deep inside, I couldn’t help but gasp and whimper. My insides squeezed him, desperately trying to get him to start moving.

“Please Carlos.”

He liked when I begged and surged back and forward once again. It was more than I could take and the edge of reason that I had been on for days was miles behind me. I had never felt so good in all of my life. Not that I remembered.

I shook as my body convulsed and my hands went to his chest from around his neck. I needed a moment before my body collapsed. I was sure that it was going to do just that. Each stroke inside of me was harder and faster than the last. Carlos was a blur above me and the hands that had gone to push him away gave up on that route of action and instead entwined fingers through the dark hair on his chest and pulled him closer. I had given up on trying to stop the storm, I was just going to have to hold on for dear life and hope that I made it through.

***

Drifting off to sleep, my mind was completely blank. I wasn’t thinking about deadlines or the loud neighbor upstairs. Right then I was thinking about absolutely nothing and I slept better in the middle of the day, then I could ever remember. I went to sleep with the sound of Carlos’ racing heart underneath me.

I woke up to a loud knocking at the door. It jolted me awake, but the man that was lying underneath me was still out of it like he heard nothing. I supposed that it was a trick of his trade or he surely wouldn’t get any sleep as much as he slept in the daytime. I wished for that same skill at the moment, but got up instead. Someone had to answer the door, because the knocking started up again as I got dressed. Whoever it was on the other side did not plan on leaving any time soon.

“Alright, I am coming.” I was starting to think that whoever it was might be the devil. It was five o’ clock in the afternoon, but whoever it was had made sure to take me from his arms and I was not okay with that.

“Eve, open up. I have been calling you for hours.”

I stopped with my hand on the lock. What was my mother doing here? Of all of the places that she could be, why was she here? Her house was a couple of hours away and I hadn’t heard anything about her coming to the city. It was usually a big thing for her, something that she would have told me about a week in advance.

“Be right there mom.”

I looked back to the bedroom and crept back over to shut the door, sure that they would hear me moving around. I don’t know why I felt so awkward all of a sudden, but I did know what my parents would think if they saw Carlos in my bedroom in the middle of the day. He was tattooed and everything about him contested him being anything but a criminal. I wasn’t even sure if he was one, though I did know that I didn’t care one way or another. But what I thought and what they thought was two very different things.

I ran my hand through my blonde hair a couple of times to smooth it out. I didn’t want them to think that I was sleeping, but I knew that I looked a little rumpled. That was what happened when you spend a few hours with a man like Carlos. Once hadn’t been enough and he had taken me several times, waiting till I woke up as I dozed off from the intense pleasure. He was almost too much to handle.

Opening the door, I pushed the thoughts of Carlos from my head. I felt guilty and I just hoped that I didn’t look as bad as I felt.

“Hey mom. Sorry about that. I didn’t know that you were coming.”

My mother was nosy and it didn’t take her any time to push her way into the apartment. Her radar was up and I could tell that I was going to have to be careful. She always had a knack for knowing when I was lying and I didn’t want to see if it was still as valid now as it had been when I still lived with her.

“I see that you are still in bed. Are you sick?”

Her suspicion went from general worry to my health and I just went with it, trying to focus her intensity somewhere else. “Are you eating okay?”

I told her that I was, but she still moved to the refrigerator and then the cupboards, determining that I didn’t have enough food in the house and that we should go shopping for fresh vegetables. Looking towards the bedroom, I thought that getting her out of there was the best idea ever.

“Yeah, let me just grab my coat out of the bedroom.” I was planning to wake Carlos up and tell him that he had to go. While it was fun with him, my family was very religious and I wouldn’t hear the end of it if they saw him or even if they found out he was there. It didn’t matter that I was almost twenty three. I didn’t think it was ever going to matter how old I was.

“It is eighty degrees outside Eve, you will be fine.”

At every turn I felt thwarted and with nothing else to get me into the room to wake him up, I worried that he wouldn’t wake up and leave if he did. I really needed him to go away and there was nothing that I could do to guarantee it. If he was seen there, it was going to be bad.

***

“You aren’t listening.”

“Yes I am. I am just thinking about an article that I have to turn in tomorrow.”

“You aren’t getting your work done?”

It was an accusation more than it was a question or a statement. A person would have thought that she was my boss the way she was worried about my career and what I did every day. I tried to tell her that I was doing fine, but like everything else, my mother didn’t quite believe me. She was always so sure that I had some nefarious plot that I was exacting. It was never true, well mostly not true, but it didn’t seem to stop her from thinking that very thing.

“Work is fine. I have just had a lot of writer’s block since I have been here. It is different in the city. It is a lot louder and sometimes it is just hard to write. I am getting used to it though. It just takes time.”

“I told you that you should have stayed at home. I don’t know what you think you were going to prove coming here, but I want you to come home.”

“That isn’t why you came, is it?”

She looked like it was the very reason that she had come to see me and there was nothing that I could do to change her mind.

“Eve, you have been here for weeks and as you said, everything isn’t what you thought it would be. It is time to come home. You are missed.”

There was a part of me that wanted to leave the city. It had been harder than I had ever thought it would be to be alone here, but the other part of me was still in bed with Carlos and knew that there was an upside to it as well. I couldn’t tell her about him. My mother would never approve, but that didn’t mean that I was going to go with her plans either.

“I miss you guys too, but I am not going home. I like my job and my apartment. I just need time to adjust, which I am.”

She looked at me as if I had stolen her last five dollars and there was nothing that I could do to change that. My mother wasn’t one that would ever say she was wrong, so I knew that I wasn’t going to get her approval. Although I finally realized after all of this time, maybe I didn’t need it. I was getting older after all.