ONLY TIME WOULD TELL
A sequel to - 'She Wanted Him To Be The One'
They had agreed to first meet at a bistro not far from his apartment and the university campus where Bernat worked, the bar and eaterie well-known to Daniella from previous trips to the city, although at the time she had not been seduced into being with him, and then in his bed, during one night when a thunderous downpour had lasted for hours. It was then that she knew that she had been found as never before.
Ever since that time, she had been unable to keep him out of her mind, and now she was nervy from excitement at the prospect of seeing him again after a month's separation. Discretion had overwhelmed her and she had decided to ask a friend along who had moved from Mallorca to Barcelona to pursue her career in internet marketing.
Emilia had agreed that she could stay in her apartment and they would 'make a time of it', Emilia had laughed so persuasively, when they had chatted on their iPhones and exchanged pictures of who was in their lives.
"He looks hot and confident," her friend had opined.
Emilia had always been the flightier one, but that had not prevented their friendship from continuing through their late school years and then afterwards, when they both found work. That Emilia had truly left home offered enough confirmation of her independent spirit.
"Bernat's both of those and so much more," she had answered. "I have to travel over to see him again...and you of course."
"You're full of surprises," Emilia had teased when she had been told how smitten Dani had become with the man in the pictures that Dani had sent her. "May I say that I like the look of him too?"
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She clings to his arm, unashamedly glad to be in his company again, chattering about her life since they were last together.
"I know that you're glad to be here, but don't hold onto me like that," he smiles and is relieved when she simply threads an arm through his as they walk through the throng of local people and tourists. The evening is warm and the bars and restaurants will again have a busy time of it.
Dani is demonstrative and energetic; she shows greater confidence after their times together over that family weekend a month ago. The virgin girl is now a prowler and intent on resuming her affair with him over the days that she is in Barcelona and whenever his work schedules at the university allow. His duties at the university take up a great deal of his time and he wishes it was otherwise, now that Dani's done what she said she would and travelled over from Mallorca, her home, to visit him and catch up with a friend who moved to the city in pursuit of her career.
"Emilia understands, does she, that you'll be with her later?" he asks.
"Yes, and I also told her that she might get the chance to meet you, 'my uncle'."
"Should you have done that?"
"Perhaps not, but I can't keep it a secret from her that you're someone special to me."
"You keep no secrets from each other, you mean?"
"Yes, just that. Do we have to talk about it?"
Bernat smiled as he gazed at her and heard Dani's petulant tone. "No, I'm glad that you're here."
"Show me, later," she provoked, playing up to his confident ways and a streak of vanity. "That you should have wanted me to be the one to show you," he had said at the end of their first night in his bed as a thunderstorm raged outside. Members of the family had slept nearby, in rooms along the corridor, but none had sought to check up on her.
But, whereas some might think that he was a man to have his pick of women, there existed between them, now, a closer bond than ever before, and that becoming lovers over life-changing days had disconcerted him for its intensity and uninhibited pleasure.
Over the days when their affair had burst into life, he had loved away her inexperience and he had done so whenever the opportunity arose, most of all during the small hours of the night and she had taken the few steps necessary, over a shared balcony, and to his room.
During those days and nights, he had chosen to overlook her comparative youth, that of a twenty-two-year-old woman with her obsessive need to be with him, and that their family bond did not restrain. And now, but a month or so later she would see the look upon her of a man with an insatiable desire to know of her again.
She clung to his arm as they walked through the crowds on La Rambla, he looking so smart in his navy suit and open-necked white shirt; the suave and clever man that she ached to know of again, the moments spent in that pavement café where they had been reunited sharpening her huger for him.
"Bernat?" she said, in a tone of voice that he was only too familiar with and that she used to ask him for a favour, especially to pay her special attention.
"Yes, Dani, it's not far now."
"Good, because there's something," she paused, "something I'd like you to do as soon as we get there."
"What's that...you'd like me to do what?" he asked with a teasing smile and with a knowing look cast her way.
"Do me," she answered, simply, as she turned to grip his arm as they stood on the steps that led up to the front door of the apartment block where, on the top floor, she knew that he lived in a penthouse apartment with views over the city's rooftops.
"Emilia knows how it's been between us, I suppose?"
Her grip on his arm tightened for a moment.
"I've not said it, in so many words, but I showed her some pictures of when you were with us all back home...pictures of us on the beach, then together dancing in that beach club...also that family dinner on the last night."
"I remember, darling girl. How I remember that night and also the night of the storm."
"Yes, the night you loved me that first time. That was so special that I'll never forget it and what you did for me."
The lift doors closed as she said it and she leaned in to kiss him, waited until Bernat looked down into her upturned face and he could not keep from meeting that kiss.
"Emilia's interested in you too...kept from telling me that she has the hots for you too. It started, probably, when I kept on talking about you...about us being together and how we were in some of the photos."
"I wish you'd keep all of that to yourself," he muttered and broke free of her hold on him as the lift doors opened. Bernat strode purposefully to the front door of his apartment, the keys already in his hand, and undeterred by Dani's claims on him.
She held onto his arm and was pulled into the apartment, the door slamming shut behind them.
"That's easy for you to say when we have both seen a handsome and sexy man..."
"Dani...Dani," he sighed, even as he did not keep her from pushing his jacket off his shoulders and she then put her arms around his neck. Shamelessly, she rose on tip toes to kiss him. The warm touch of her lips, the press of her tongue to them coaxing him to share in deepening, open-mouthed, kisses. "Darling Dani...we have to keep a hold on this, on what is happening between us. You know that don't you?"
"Perhaps, but not yet...not until this."
Dani kissed him as if she was starving, and the taste of his lips was the first meal she had had in days. Bernat's hands had lowered until he was caressing her hips and stroking her skin under her wrap-around top.
He pulled back from their kiss.
"Dani, we...we share in loving moments but don't get to believing we can carry on...carry on as others would."
"It's sex between us now, and nothing more?" she snapped. Dani then kissed him softly and whispered. "Please, don't spoil it when I've only just got here, and I've seen you again. I'm not ready for a future without being with you like this."
He kissed her back, wrapping his arms around Dani's waist and holding her tight to his body as they explored each other's mouths. Dani began to grind against him and she shuddered as she felt his erection press against her tummy.
"You want this too, don't you?" she asks before he silences her with his kisses, his hands trailing over her body, one on her back and the other over the firm roundness of her breasts, shaped by the clingy camisole top that she chose to wear with a pair of stressed jeans. She had chosen them as a means to melt into the crowds on the city's streets but the way that Bernat is dressed has wrecked that illusion of anonymity.
He feels her groan through his kisses, so familiar from their last time together. He knows that their affair cannot be brought to an end so easily. The ways that she responds to his caresses and kisses arouse him too.
In the cool silence of the hallway, he slowly undresses her. He says not a word and takes his time in offering kisses and caresses to her body, finally moving away and gazing at her as she stands before him naked, except for her panties. Despite everything that they have already shared, as lovers, he is dismayed to see the innocence in her expectant look upon him.
"Now me," he smiles, unembarrassed to strip off his shirt, her hands on his skin then her lips as Dani rediscovers the strength in his chest, the covering of hair, and the strength in his arms. She presses her lips to his skin and breathes in his heat. She does not interrupt him as he tugs loose his belt and pushes his suit trousers to the floor.
She gasps on seeing how his erect penis deforms his briefs. There rises in her a familiar feeling, one of lust that the sight of him arouses in her, along with the desiring ache in her pussy, the flush of moisture, and the swell of her labia as she opens. He will not have to plague her for long with his fingers and tongue, however much she loved the ways that he began in his loving of her the last time.
"Have you missed me and what we did before?" she asks on a moan of rediscovered pleasure, twisting in his embrace to meet his kisses as he pulls her against him, her back against his chest as his hands offer sliding caresses to her breasts and tummy, his touches returning until he reclaims each nipple between his fingers.
