"Want meets Will: La Primera noche" a MAFIN fanfic
After Andre's & Maria's wedding:
Illescas Hotel
Fina was late. Martha paced the small, but elegant hotel room, waiting impatiently, while her thoughts ran wild. Yet, in contrast to the nerves she felt that first night, the butterflies that spread from her belly outward to her extremities was due only to excitement. That talk with her sister-in-law, Begonia, had made her brave... bold. Maybe it was the copas she had at Andrés wedding, or the romance that surrounded her, or simply the urgent desire that blossomed between her legs every time she thought of Fina- but she knew that calling her to meet again was the right choice.
Now, as she paced in front of the bed, waiting for a rap at the door, she knew she was ready for a deeper intimacy with Fina. Ever since she kissed Fina with reckless abandon for the first time in the shop due to her maddening jealousy, she had been wanting more with Fina, but unsure of how to get there. By the time they met for the first time clandestinely in this very hotel, she knew she had fallen for Fina. Yet, her feelings of inadequacy that always came with intimacy was the real roadblock. Her husband's disappointment in their intimacy had not been the first time Martha thought there might be something wrong with her. No- that had always been the case- as far back as Martha could remember. As her schoolmates were developing crushes, Martha never quite understood their excitement. Martha attributed it to having to mature so fast after her mother passing away. Or, because she never felt truly seen by her father. She didn't know exactly the reason, but she'd always felt something missing, even while she never questioned her love and admiration for Jaime, her husband.
But Fina. Oh, Fina, was different. Even when they'd argued constantly, she had felt a heat flush her cheeks and chest under the weight of Fina's stare. She knew now that her contempt for the girl had been nothing more than a feeble attempt to tamp down her growing preoccupation. She wanted Fina to respect her, to admire her, to notice her, to share her secrets with her. But, why, Martha had asked. Why should she care so much about Fina's opinion. But when Fina judged her, when Fina dared to question her decisions, or when she saw the disappointment in Fina's eyes that she might've caused, instead of asking why, it was easier to get angry. She had been unfair. But now the fire that fueled that tension between them had revealed its true cause- it was attraction, an insatiable desire to be with Fina that had consumed her as much as she tried to rationalize it away. So, she was ready. She didn't know exactly what or how she would express her love to Fina, but she knew she didn't want to stop it.
Just then a cautious knock on the door. Martha raced to open it and saw that shy but coquettish smile that Fina only displayed in their private moments. As she rushed the girl in, she felt her nerves transform to a giddiness she hadn't felt since waking up on Christmas Eve as a child.
As her eyes took in Fina's simple blue cotton dress, her rouged lips, and flushed cheeks from the cold- all Martha wanted to do was wrap her arms around her. As Fina took her in, she remembered she was dressed in Madrid's finest couture. That's what she loved about Fina. While she was deferent to "Doña Martha" in public, in private moments, she was never shy.
"Estás Guapisima, Martha," Fina said.
And Marta believed it. Even though she had heard the complement throughout the day, it was the first time it truly mattered.
As they both stood staring at each other smiling, Martha's fingers itched to touch every curve and line of Fina's body. Without preamble, she did just that, lifting her hand to trace her fingers gently over Fina's breast. As she did so, she felt Fina's nipple pebble, and her breath become heavy. She gained confidence knowing that she was the cause of Fina's arousal with that simple touch, and that Fina wanted this as much as she did. She heard Fina sigh and all she could do was bury her nose in Fina's neck and let her dark, thick hair cascade over her face. Even though Martha was surrounded by exotic fragrances, it was Fina's natural scent of soap and fresh cotton that Martha couldn't get enough of. Martha curled her body into Fina's, looking desperately for some purchase, but Fina gently pushed here, looked her in the eyes, and said in an almost breathless whisper,
"Martha- estás Segura?"
It was in that moment that her want met her will. Fina always put Martha's needs above her own, and that was a powerful aphrodisiac. As Fina grasped her face, Martha met her eyes and with a joy that she couldn't contain, she managed to say, "Estoy Segura".
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Their kiss was passionate then, as they fell to the bed, their initial schoolgirl giddiness giving way to something more urgent. The way their mouths and bodies fit, Martha thought, was almost surreal. Their kisses turned frantic now, but Fina's hands stayed cupping Martha's face. Martha wondered if Fina was waiting for her to make a move, after she had been too afraid the night before. So, Martha decided. With her eyes never leaving Fina's, she began to unbutton Fina's dress. Her hands this time were sure. As Martha reached Fina's waist, she undid the blue silk sash that held the dress together, and gently pulled the dress back to reveal bare shoulders and a cotton bra that covered generous breasts. Martha bent her head to kiss the soft mounds, and Fina threw her head back to grant her more access. Martha took that as a sign and continued her exploration, until she felt Fina's hands wander to her hips then up her back. She felt the zipper of her bejeweled top roll down her back. Fina did it slowly, almost too slowly for Martha. Suddenly, the need to rid herself of the heavy garment was overwhelming. Martha raised herself up on her knees and pulled the remainder of her top off, and then quickly discarded the skirt. As she went to rejoin Fina on the bed, Fina stopped her.
"I want to see all of you", Fina said, as she raised herself up to mirror Martha's position.
She reached around and began unhooking Martha's bra, and then pulled the silk ivory straps down her bare shoulders and arms. It was so sensual, Martha thought. Yet, she still instinctively pulled her arms up to cover her small breasts. As a teen, Martha had felt self-conscious of her tall, lanky form and gangly limbs. But the reverence and hunger she saw in Fina's eyes, made her drop her hands and reveal all of herself to Fina.
"Eres tan bella," Fina whispered reverently.
They fell back to the bed, but this time, Fina settled on top of her. Feeling Fina's weight on her was such a sensual pleasure. They kissed again, open mouthed, with swirling tongues that reached deeper. Martha reached behind Fina's back, unclasping her bra. As Fina lifted herself up on her elbows to rid herself of it, Martha caught sight of Fina's dark round nipples and felt an unbearable hunger to taste. She dipped her head to take one in her mouth, and she was convinced she'd been starving until now. Fina's supple breast covered her face, as Fina arched into her. They both moaned now, and Martha was lost in the sensations. Martha allowed her hands to roam, moving to the curve of Fina's hips and then to her generous ass, sliding her underwear off as far as she could, while Fina did the rest. She pulled Fina harder into herself, as she felt Fina's wetness slide against her inner thigh. They were both breathing hard now, and she heard Fina swallow.
She looked up at Fina, who was looking down at her, with a look of uncertainty and desire in her eyes. Now it was Martha's turn to ask,
"Que pasa? Estas bien?"
Fina responded with a hint of desperation in her honey-soaked voice,
'Es que me muero por tocarte, Martha. But I want to make sure I am not rushing you, because I am getting to the point of no return", she declared.
It touched Martha how much Fina worried about Martha's comfort, and prioritized Martha's pleasure. Martha meant it completely when she replied,
"I trust you completely", while opening her legs even wider as if to say, I'm all yours.
With a subtle nod, Fina sat up straddling Martha's legs now, and hooked her fingers gently into Martha's matching silk underwear and sensually rolled them off, leaving Martha completely exposed. Martha felt her center pulse with anticipation and arousal. Fina then rolled to her side so that they could face each other. Fina traced her fingers down to Martha's inner thigh, then down to her knee, and then gently lifted Martha's leg to rest on Fina's thigh. This gave Fina total access to Martha. Her fingers continued to explore until they landed on the wet patch of hair between Martha's legs. All Martha could do was gasp, and throw her head back, as Fina massaged her mound watching her every reaction to make sure Martha enjoyed it. She went slow at first, but then picked up speed, repeating certain patterns with her fingers. Martha tried her best to keep her eyes open, to memorize the look in Fina's eyes, as she watched her, but it was difficult. Fina began swirling her tongue over Martha's nipples, in the same pattern as her fingers. Martha tried to contain her moans by clamping her hand over her mouth. Fina, always so intuitive, looked up at her questioningly, without removing her mouth from Martha's nipple. Martha was reminded of all the times Fina had looked at her that way- wanting desperately to please her, to impress her, to understand her. That was Martha's undoing, as she felt the orgasm build inside her. She held Fina's head between her hands, and pleaded with her:
"Don't stop... Don't ever stop."
Reassured, Fina resumed her intentional touches on Martha's body, while moving up to lick and suck on Martha's neck.
Martha's legs started to tremble. She closed her eyes tightly and images of Fina flashed through her mind: Fina's eyes looking up at her, Fina's engorged dark nipples, the sway of Fina's hips and feminine curves. Then her whole body tensed, her back arched, and she came hard all over Fina's hands.
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