Whispers in the Mind, Fire on the Skin``The café was one of those places where time seemed to slow down, where the scent of freshly ground coffee beans mingled with the faint sweetness of pastries, and the hum of conversation was just loud enough to feel alive but quiet enough to let thoughts wander. Mark had arrived early, his fingers drumming against the ceramic of his untouched latte, his gaze flicking toward the door every few seconds. He had seen her profile online—Sheila, a linguistics professor with a penchant for poetry and a smile that seemed to carry the warmth of a Mediterranean sunset. But photos never did justice to the way her dark, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, or how her deep brown eyes held a mischievous glint, as if she were always on the verge of sharing a secret.When she walked in, the afternoon light spilling through the large windows caught the gold flecks in her irises, making them shimmer like molten caramel. She wore a fitted, cream-colored blouse that accentuated the gentle swell of her breasts, the fabric clinging just enough to hint at the lace of her bra beneath. Her skirt, a deep burgundy, hugged her hips before flaring out just above her knees, revealing toned, olive-skinned legs that ended in strappy black heels. Mark’s breath hitched. He had imagined this moment a dozen times, but nothing compared to the reality of her—so vivid, so alive.Sheila spotted him almost instantly, her lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. "Hola," she murmured as she approached, her voice a rich contralto that sent a shiver down his spine. The word was simple, but the way she said it—lingering on the o, letting the a roll off her tongue like a caress—made it feel intimate, as if she had already claimed a part of him.Mark stood, nearly knocking over his chair in his haste. "Hi, Sheila," he managed, his voice rougher than he intended. He reached for her hand, and when their fingers brushed, a spark of electricity shot up his arm. Telepathically, a voice that wasn’t his own but somehow was her slipped into his mind: "Mucho gusto, Mark." The words wrapped around his thoughts like silk. He blinked, startled, but before he could question it, she was sliding into the chair across from him, her skirt riding up just enough to tease him with the smooth expanse of her thighs."It’s so nice to meet you in person," he said, his gaze locked onto hers. The world around them blurred—the clatter of cups, the murmur of other patrons, the hiss of the espresso machine—all of it faded into white noise, leaving only the two of them suspended in a bubble of anticipation.Sheila nodded, her eyes shining with something that looked like triumph. "Sí… es tan agradable verte," she replied aloud, her accent wrapping around the words like honey. Then, switching seamlessly to English, she added, "Nice to see you too."Mark’s pulse quickened. There was something unnervingly right about this, about her. He had dated before, had his share of flings and failed relationships, but this—this felt different. Like the universe had tilted just slightly on its axis, and suddenly, everything was aligning. He wet his lips, suddenly hyper-aware of the way her gaze tracked the movement. "How are you?" he asked, the question feeling inadequate for the weight of the moment.Sheila tilted her head, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "¿Cómo estás? Estoy bien, gracias. ¿Y tú?" Her fingers toyed with the stem of her water glass, tracing idle patterns on the condensation. The gesture was distracting, the way her nails—painted a dark, wine-red—scraped lightly against the glass, the sound almost imperceptible but somehow loud in the quiet space between them."I’m good too, thanks," Mark said, though good was an understatement. He was alive in a way he hadn’t been in years. "Would you like a drink?"Sheila’s smirk deepened. "Sí, me encantaría una bebida. ¿Qué recomiendas?" Her voice was a purr, the kind of sound that made his cock twitch in his slacks. He shifted slightly in his seat, willing himself to focus."The cappuccino here is great," he said, though he couldn’t have cared less about coffee at that moment. His gaze dropped to her lips, full and painted a shade of rose that made him wonder how they would feel against his own. "By the way," he added, his voice dropping an octave, "you look hermosa."Sheila’s cheeks flushed, the color spreading down her neck in a way that made his fingers itch to trace the path. "Gracias," she murmured, her lashes fluttering. Then, switching back to English, she said, "You’re very guapo yourself."The air between them crackled. Mark’s hand found its way to hers on the table, their fingers entwining naturally, as if they had done this a hundred times before. "Es increíble cómo la conexión puede ser tan fuerte así de rápido," Sheila’s voice whispered in his mind, her telepathic words laced with amusement and something darker, hungrier. He didn’t question it. He didn’t care. All that mattered was the heat of her skin against his, the way her thumb traced slow circles over his knuckles, the promise in her eyes.Mark leaned in, close enough that he could smell her perfume—something floral and spicy, like jasmine and clove. "Would you like to continue our date somewhere more private?" he asked, his voice rough with need.Sheila’s smile turned wicked. She didn’t answer aloud. Instead, her telepathic voice slithered into his mind, smooth and sinful: "Sí, me encantaría." Then, aloud, she said, "I know a place."Sheila’s apartment was a short drive from the café, tucked into a quiet, tree-lined street where the buildings were old but well-loved, their facades adorned with ivy and wrought-iron balconies. The moment they stepped inside, Mark was struck by how her the space felt—warm tones, bookshelves overflowing with well-worn paperbacks, a record player spinning a sultry bossa nova tune in the corner. The scent of her perfume was stronger here, mingling with the faint aroma of vanilla and something earthier, muskier. Her.Sheila turned to face him, her back pressing against the door as it clicked shut. The movement caused her blouse to pull taut across her chest, the outline of her lace bra barely concealed. Mark’s gaze dropped, his cock thickening as he imagined peeling the fabric away, revealing the dark nipples he knew would be waiting beneath. When he looked up, she was watching him with a smirk, her telepathic voice a teasing whisper in his mind: "Like what you see?""More than I can say," he admitted, his voice gruff. He closed the distance between them in two strides, his hands finding her waist, pulling her flush against him. The heat of her body seared through his clothes, her breasts pressing against his chest, her breath hitching as his lips crashed down onto hers.The kiss was fire. Sheila’s lips parted on a gasp, and Mark took advantage, his tongue sliding into her mouth, tangling with hers in a dance that was equal parts dominance and surrender. She tasted like coffee and something sweeter, like caramel melting on his tongue. Her hands fisted in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp as she pulled him closer, her body arching into his. A low moan vibrated in her throat, the sound sending a jolt of lust straight to his groin.Mark’s hands roamed, mapping the curves of her body—her waist, the flare of her hips, the firm swell of her ass. He gripped her there, squeezing, and Sheila broke the kiss with a sharp inhale, her head falling back against the door. "Dios," she breathed, her telepathic voice a mix of awe and need. "You know just how to touch me.""Just getting started," he growled, his lips trailing down her neck. He nipped at the sensitive skin just below her ear, earning a sharp gasp, before soothing the sting with his tongue. Sheila’s fingers dug into his shoulders, her body trembling as he worked his way lower, his teeth grazing the collarbone exposed by her blouse."Mark," she whimpered, her voice a plea. "Más. Necesito más."He didn’t need to be told twice. His hands found the hem of her blouse, tugging it free from her skirt before sliding it up, over her head. The lace bra he had imagined was even more exquisite in person—a deep emerald green, the cups barely containing her full breasts. Mark’s mouth watered. He reached behind her, his fingers deftly unclasping the bra, letting it fall to the floor with a whisper of fabric.Sheila’s breasts were perfect—round and heavy, her nipples a deep, dusky pink, already pebbled with arousal. Mark cupped them, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks, drawing a broken moan from her lips. "Sí, just like that—" Her telepathic voice was breathless, her hands gripping his wrists as if to anchor herself.He dipped his head, capturing one nipple between his lips, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud before he sucked, hard. Sheila cried out, her back arching, pressing herself deeper into his mouth. "¡Ay, Dios mío!" Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to her as he lavished attention on first one breast, then the other, nipping and sucking until she was panting, her thighs trembling.Mark’s cock was a steel rod in his pants, aching for release. But he wasn’t done with her yet. His hands slid down, finding the zipper of her skirt, dragging it down with agonizing slowness. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a matching green thong, the lace barely covering the dark, glistening curls between her thighs."Fuck, Sheila," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "You’re so beautiful."Sheila’s response was a telepathic growl, her hands pushing at his shoulders until he was on his knees before her. "Show me how much you want me," she demanded, her voice a dark purr in his mind.Mark didn’t hesitate. His hands slid up her thighs, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of her thong, dragging it down her legs. The scent of her arousal hit him like a punch to the gut—musky, intoxicating, hers. He groaned, his cock throbbing as he pressed a kiss to the insi

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