Guinevere’s maid met us at the apartment, and while she immediately wanted to whisk Guinie off to care for her, I wasn’t letting anyone take care of her but me. In the cab ride back to the apartment we had already discussed what she wanted to do first: eat, bathe, or sleep. She decided to bathe. I filled the tub with some floral-scented bubbles, helping her climb in before asking her permission to follow her. I undressed hastily.

Sliding in the tub behind her, my body reacted immediately. There was nothing more I wanted to do than make love to Guinie and take all her bad memories away. I wanted her to feel our connection and know that I was her future, her protector. Together we would be strong, but I knew that the timing was highly inappropriate. So I sat behind her with my painful hard-on pressing into her firm ass, and washed her delicately. She closed her eyes and leaned into me as I shampooed her hair, rinsing it slowly with handfuls of water, then began a slow massage of her body with my hands lathered in soap.

She didn’t react to me, which was what I expected, but her body responded to my touch. Her nipples hardened as I massaged her breasts with soapy hands. She separated her legs automatically as I reached between her thighs to rub down her legs. An uncontrolled purr came from the back of her throat as I kissed the juncture between her shoulder and neck, and her head rolled back to rest on my chest. I wanted her so badly, but I continued to talk myself out of it.

We didn’t speak. My hands worked on her body and she relaxed into me. When I was finished with my washing, I slipped my hands across her stomach and held her pressed into my chest. I knew she could feel how aroused I was, but there wasn’t anything I could do to make it subside. She didn’t comment, however, so I just continued to embrace her.

“I’m cold, Arturo,” she whispered, and I stood immediately. I helped her out of the tub and wrapped her in a large towel, picking her up again like she was an invalid. She curled into me like she had at the hospital. Carrying her to the bed, I knelt on the mattress to lay her down and she pulled me down with her. Despite her shakiness, she exhibited a force I couldn’t have imagined and the next thing I knew, I was straddled between her legs with the towel as a barrier.

“Arturo? I know you’re upset with me.”

“I’m not really, I’m just…”

“I need to make love to you. Now.”

I assumed my tenderness in the bathroom would carry over to our lovemaking and I was prepared to worship every inch of her body, but before I knew it, the towel was pulled from between us and Guinie had slipped onto me.

She was almost animalistic. She rocked her body under me, wrapping her legs tightly around my waist and dragging her nails down my back. She grabbed my ass in both her hands and pushed me forward, as if she couldn’t get me deep enough. I reached behind her knee and pressed her leg toward her chest, opening her up to me and forcing me farther inside her.

“Harder,” she groaned. I rammed into her and a damp sweat broke out across her forehead.

I was all the way inside her, and yet I felt as if the connection wasn’t enough. I couldn’t get deep enough to make her see that we were one.

“Faster,” she growled. Our bodies slapped together and she actually grunted before clenching around me, pinching my ass with her nails as she gripped it and screaming in her release. It was raw, and I loved it. I burst forth inside her, filling her with my seed.

And realized, again, we had unprotected sex.

Now might not have been the most opportune time to mention it, but I did.

“Guinie, we’ve got to get you on the pill if we keep going at it like this.” I laughed to make light of the fact that I was overwhelmed at how incredible that just felt. Guinie broke into tears. We were still connected together, so I felt each tremble and sob as she let her head fall to the side and cried. She tried to be silent and covered her mouth with her hand to keep it all in, but I took her hand, forcing her to clasp mine. I kissed her cheek, licked her tears, and traced a path to her neck with my nose.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry again, Guinie Girl. I really didn’t. I’m sorry. I love you.”

This only seemed to make her cry further and I felt each sob clench around my withering dick inside her. I slipped out of her and at the loss of connection she rolled her head to look into my eyes. I couldn’t read them. I didn’t know what she was trying to tell me. All I knew was she pulled me forward and cried silently into my chest while I held her in my arms.