Last door to your left…
Last door to your left…
Shit. There’s no freaking door to my left.
I looked at the long walkway but there was nothing but a blank wall.
And my freaking bladder was about to burst.
I scratched my head as I turned in position, looking for the door that Sergio said was supposed to be there. I even unlocked my cellphone and used its bright LCD to shed a little light to my way, in case the door was painted to camouflage the wall’s color.
Stupid.
I know.
But inside Esteban Granero’s home, it was dimly lit. And it was huge. It was dizzying to navigate through open rooms and halls of nothing but empty space, just a few paintings on the wall and minimalist furniture. A single man’s home, truly. With too many sharp corners and very little lighting.
“Lost?”
Sergio’s voice echoed through the hallway. It was unmistakeable. Sure it was him and quite relieved he found me, I turned to look.
He was standing at the other end of the hall, his hands inside his pockets.
“You, mister, gave me wrong directions.” I said, crossing my arms.
He laughed lightly as he started to walk towards me. “It’s on your right.” he pointed to the door opposite the left side. “Sorry, I should have said right, not left. I got a little distracted back there.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” he nodded with a smolder.
I shook my head lightly, but unable to hide a forgiving smile. “So did you find your friends?”
“No.” he said. “But I wouldn’t worry. This is his house. He’ll find his way. Anyhow, um,” he pointed to the washroom, “Go on, do what you gotta do. I’ll wait here.”
“You don’t have to. I think I can find my way back, too.” I laughed lightly.
“It’s okay. You might get lost again.” Sergio chuckled as he brushed with his fingers the hair at his nape. “You seem to need a navigator from time to time.”
I believed he was only trying to be funny. So I rolled my eyes as I flashed him a beam. Then I stepped inside the washroom, gently shut the door, then locked it.
I did my thing quickly. I put my phone inside my dress’ designed pocket before sitting on the bowl to empty my bladder. Once done, I rinsed and dried quickly, washed my hands, then checked my face on the mirror before turning to leave.
When I opened the door to get out, I found Sergio still standing there, leaning against the wall across the narrow hallway, with his arms folded.
“You really didn’t have to wait for me.” I said shyly. Oh, but i did find the gesture kinda sweet. “But anyway, I’m done. Let’s go?”
I turned to trail the long, empty hallway, however, before I could go any further, he held my elbow, causing me to stop in an instant.
“Wait…” His fingers felt incredibly cold against my warm skin.
Or…no, maybe it wasn’t. Maybe my skin was just really flushed. Maybe his fingers were normal in temperature.
“What is it?” I asked softly.
Sergio was quick to come closer, then he placed his his hands to my waist. ”I’ve been waiting all night to get you alone.” He whispered.
“Oh?” Pressing innocently, I felt my heart begin to race. “Why?”
There wasn’t a response, really. Sergio just took another step, bringing himself even closer to me. The move made me back up until I felt the wall of the empty hallway against my back, and as I felt him put pressure on his hands that held my waist, I had to mouth out his name. “Sergio…”
As if he enjoyed seeing me get worked up, he moved one of his hands up to the side of my neck, placing the cheek of his palm over my jaw, while his thumb softly stroke my cheek.
“Because…” he uttered under his breath. ”Damn, you amaze me.”
I could feel him feeling my torso up, as though he was trying to give me a sensual massage. But something he said caught my ear, and I kinda paused for a moment.
“Okay wait, you were waiting to get me alone because I amaze you?”
Sergio bit his lip and gazed at me lustfully. “And I get fucking hard just looking at you.”
Now obviously, I already knew where he was going with it. And not that I wasn’t down to it, because seriously, this man could get me all worked up with a slightest skin-to-skin contact. But I was sure it was past ten in the evening, and I needed to be home before twelve. Otherwise, it would be world war with Nathan again, and damn if I could come up with a good excuse as to why I was going home all dressed up like that, when I didn’t have a single ounce of social life.
Thus, I thought stopping him was the wisest thing to do, before we got too far.
“Sergio…” I put my hands on his shoulders, causing him to pause. “…not tonight.”
Well, yeah, okay.
I should have known he wasn’t going to budge. And that he was also not going to react to what I said.
Sergio even bit his lower lip while he bent his head down to look at my chest shamelessly, before once again leaning forward.
“Sergio, someone might see us?” I whispered, gently pushing him back this time. Anyone of his friends might feel the need to use the washroom, and I didn’t want them seeing us doing what we looked like we were doing in the dark like that. “They might—-“
“They won’t.” he uttered breathlessly, cutting me off before I could finish talking.
I was about to stop him again, but when his hand that held the side of my face moved down to run a finger from the middle of my chest, down to my cleavage, I suddenly was at a loss for words. Moreover, when he pressed his body against mine, gently pinning me the wall, I couldn’t think straight all of a sudden.
“Oh Elena,” he whispered, “You get me hypnotized, do you know?”
I tried to fight the urge to relax my body under him, but I found it was no use. I was dazed easily in the sound of his voice, and the feel of his breath that reeked of sweet alcohol as it landed on my chest.
“How so?” I found myself uttering.
Both his hands now back to holding my waist, he firmly but slowly slid them down to my hips. “All with the way you look when you speak the things you know,” he breathed out, “And the way you are.”
Damn it, I thought. This man. I hated that I had no control over my body whenever he comes close to a few inches from me.
I had no control.
No fucking control.
Because Sergio, he takes it all.
He takes control, and I let him.
All the fucking time.
He’d whisper my name and I’d no longer be able to think straight. My flesh trembles at the slightest of his touch, and when he gazes at me with those eyes, my knees turn to mush, ready and willing and down to whatever he had in mind. Sergio, he sets my nerves on fire. And fuck, I don’t even care if I burn.
“God, why do you do this to me, Sergio?” I asked quietly, almost bluntly showing that I wouldn’t be able to resist him even if I tried. “Why do you fucking do this to me?”
Being the tease that he was, Sergio brushed the tip of his nose against mine. “Do what? Tell me, nena.” he breathed out, thrusting a little bit, his pelvic area into mine. “What do I do to you?”
I bit my lip instantly, at the feel of his hard-on press against me. “Dammit…” I uttered. And before I could even construct my response in my head, he suddenly put a hand on my right breast, almost grabbing it, and gave it a tight squeeze.
There was no fighting the moan that I let out. “Uhhhhhhh, fuck…”
His touch felt eager.
Hungry.
Determined.
And my gasp only led him to bring his other hand to my left breast, to do the same thing his right one was doing.
“You still haven’t answered my question, nena.” he whispered teasingly, while he continued to slowly, yet passionately, knead both with his strong hands. “What do I do to you?”
“Fuck, I don’t know anymore…” I moaned almost whimperingly. “Sergio, why do you make me want you like this?”
Without a response, he began mashing my breasts with more pressure. So well, almost expertly, it felt so good I couldn’t keep my eyes open. A crease began to form in the middle of my eyebrows as I closed my eyes, moaning every now and then.
Below the waist, we played the game of thrusting our hips into each other. We did this for almost an entire minute, before I began to feel the familiar hot sensation crawl all over me. And once it started, everything followed so quickly. I began to get insanely wet. Soon, my fucking pussy started to throb.
“Fuck…” he grunted, as he rubbed his massive hard-on against me while pinning me to the wall. “The things I wanna do to you, baby…”
I didn’t know, but the urge to stop him just evaporated out of me. Now I just want him. I just want him so bad.
“Tell me.” I breathed out, all of a sudden, daring. “And then show me.”
As response, Sergio grabbed my face with his long, perfect fingers and with his open mouth, he surged his tongue into mine, parting my lips.
And I welcomed him without reluctance.
Yes. There was no resistance in my part. I instantly found myself lost in the steam of his hungry, eager kiss, grunting and whimpering as I fought his tongue with mine. The kiss was extremely wet, but I didn’t care. Sergio, he tasted so good. He smelled of liquor and that manly scent he always wore intoxicated my nostrils, but fuck, I didn’t mind. The combination was sexy.
It. was fucking. sexy.
His hands were violent in touching me now, almost going with the rythym of our kiss. He was grabbing me wildly, feeling me, reaching out to the various parts of my body, and I gave not a single fuck what he touched.
It hurt at some parts, to the point that I’d squeeze his sculpted arms with my fingers. Oh, but I didn’t stop him. I let him just do it. I let him grope and squeeze my right breast with his right hand, while his left rested at the back of my head, cushioning it against the dry wall, I let him slid his hand down to my waist then to my hips. I let him go all the way to the back, where he grabbed a flesh of my ass. I let him tighten his grip. I let him do fucking everything he wanted. Not a bit of effort was exerted in my part to stop him. I just bit his lip teasingly to let him know I enjoyed the delicious pain.
Sergio also let out a few deep grunts and moans as he explored my body, telling me he liked what he felt.
After a few seconds, his hand let go of my ass momentarily. But only to lift my skirt so he could touch it with his bare palm. I let out a lusty moan as he grabbed a handful of flesh again, and as response, a smile formed on his lips.
The hand that was cushioning my head against the wall now grasped unto a clump of my hair. Then without warning, he buried his tongue deep into my throat, about the same time he pressed his body against mine even more, closing every gap, every space that was between us.
Sergio was being rough. And I could tell he didn’t want to.
But he, too, just like me, couldn’t help it.
Soon, his mouth abandoned mine. It was quite abrupt that when he pulled away, was the only time I realized I needed to catch my breath.
With his eyes looking at me intently now, his hand crawl in between my thighs, going under my dress.
“You wet for me now, nena?” he breathed out.
“So fucking wet, Sergio…” I whispered as I gracefully spread my legs apart to accommodate his wandering hand.
“Mind if I double check that?” he asked as he smirked. But he knew there was no permission needed. We both proved this when the tip of his fingers reached its destination. The center of my now soaked underwear.
I let out a needy moan at the feel of it. And it didn’t stop there. Sergio’s finger freely hooked itself into the side of my wet panties, slightly grazing my clit with his nails.
“Uhhhhffffuck, Sergio…” I whimpered. I began to grind my hips against his, while he fingered me, writhing in need for more of his touch.
“Damn…” he uttered, as he rubbed my slit teasingly slow. There was a hint of frustration in his voice, all of a sudden. I didn’t know what brought it on, until he momentarily lifted his body off me, and his hand temporarily left my pussy. “Get this fucking thing out of our way, nena.”
He took one step back, just enough to allow him to violently pull down my panties all the way to my ankles. I held on his shoulder as I let him take if off me, and as soon as it was out of my legs, he shoved it into his jeans’ front pocket.
Once there was nothing covering my now dripping wet cunt, Sergio wasted no time. Without even lifting my skirt anymore, he just reached underneath my dress and in a swift yet smooth motion, three of his fingers made its way into my entrance.
“Uhhhhhfuckkkk!!!!” I had to cover my own mouth with my hand to keep me from screaming in pleasure. Sergio shoved them into me so deep, I almost felt the heel of my feet slightly lift themselves off the ground.
As soon as I was able to get air into my lungs from that huge gasp, I uncovered my mouth and held on to his shoulders once more, gripping unto his shirt.
“Jesus fucking uhhh, Sergio…” I breathed out. I threw my head back, hitting it against the wall behind me as I bit my lower lip.
“Am I hurting you, baby?” he asked, before parting my lips with his tongue and kissing me for a few seconds.
Once he pulled away, “No baby, no…” I breathed out. “Uhhhhmygod…it fucking feels good…”
I could feel my knees shake as my legs began to tremble. I couldn’t think straight anymore, I didn’t know how to deal with anything anymore. I was just..I was losing it.
And Sergio, he could see it, I know. He could see how he was driving me crazy.
“Shit, I’m gonna fucking do you tonight…” he uttered, as he started rubbing my slit faster.”…like you’ve never been done before, nena.”
“Uuuuhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” I moaned shamelessly.
“You like that, baby?” he teased, before leaning over and licking a straight line the side of my neck up to my jaw. He let lips brush lightly against the bottom of my ear, then in a deep voice, he uttered, “You like it when I touch you like that?”
“I do…” I breathed out voicelessly, as my grip on his shirt became tighter. My knees have turned mushy, I could barely keep myself standing. ”Fuck, Sergio, I do…”
I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to keep doing it. But seconds later, he pulled his fingers out of me in a wildly teasing slow motion, making me whimper under my breath. The absence of him drove me wild. Thus, I surged my hip to him. “Fuck, don’t stop….”
But Sergio was strong. He was so strong he didn’t even falter a bit when I pulled him closer. “Look at me, Elena.” he uttered. “Open your eyes, look at me.”
Even though struggling to do so, I lifted my eyelids and looked at him. He let me watch as he raised his hand to his mouth, and without taking his eyes off me, he sucked on his fingers, one by one.
“So fucking sweet.” he uttered under his breath as he licked around his mouth.
Seeing him do that, I was no longer able to hold my urge. “Sergio, I want you…” I paused to swallow at my own thought and what I was about to say. “…to fuck me in the mouth.”
I was almost scared it would throw him off. Of course I’d given him a blowjob before, but I don’t think I’d ever verbalized it—-said it that way, or in that manner. I was suddenly afraid he’d think I was this slut who had twisted sex ideas. Like a pervert or something. I mean, asking someone to fuck me in the mouth? It was just too daring.
Maybe even scary.
Thus, for a few seconds there, I almost thought of taking it back. But I figured it was too late, and well, he didn’t say anything.
Thankfully, relief came quickly. I finally saw a smirk form on his face. It wasn’t much, but to me, that was enough to say he wanted the same thing.
And so without wasting another second, I reached for his belt buckle and began undoing it. And no, he didn’t stop me. Instead, he raised his arms and rested his palms on the wall I was leaning on, as though he already knew he was going to need to hold on to it for balance.
I worked fast. Once I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his zipper down, I tugged on the waistband of his denims and he offered help by pushing it down to his ankles. I yanked his black boxer briefs eagerly, and before he knew it, I was on my knees before him.
It was dark. But with Sergio’s size, there was no need to search.
I got a hold of I’d always bet to be an 8-inch hard-on, and he hissed at the moment I wrapped his manhood with my palm.
He was fucking huge. So fucking huge I couldn’t help but to get excited. Just the feel of it in my hand made me even wetter, hornier, needier.
And so I stroke up and down, slowly at first, before picking up speed a few moments later. And once I heard him grunt and take deep breaths, I knew he was ready. Thus, I opened my mouth, and thrilled that he was looking down, watching me, I bent and stuck out my tongue.
“Owwww fuck!!!” he exclaimed without inhibitions, as I flickered the tip my tongue over his dick’s head, getting a taste of that sweet first come that seeped out of his cock’s little hole. ”Jesus fucking christ, que se siente tan jodidamente bien, nena, te sientes tan jodidamente bueno.” he bit on his teeth, momentarily losing sense of his learned language and going back to his native tongue.
Man, I thought. That must have felt good.
And I was right.
“Shit,” I felt him grip my hair tighter. “Do it again…”
Obviously, my first instinct was to do as he told me to do. I was all his at the moment. I had no plans of saying no to whatever he wanted. But, I paused before I made a repeat performance of what I just did. I suddenly felt the urge to repay the “kindness” he just showed me. I wanted to give him something he’d remember. For a very long time.
And so without reluctance, I held on to the base of his shaft, stroke it up and down a couple of times, and once I felt I was ready, I parted my lips wide. Then, without warning, I shoved his cock into my mouth, taking as much of him as I could fit in.
And I didn’t stop until he reached deep into my throat.
I didn’t stop until I began to tear up.
I didn’t stop until I felt nauseaous.
I didn’t stop until I could take no more.
I didn’t stop until HE couldn’t take no more.
“Ohhhhhhwwww shitttttt!!!!” Sergio threw his head back sharply and with a closed fist, he hit the wall he was leaning against, so hard it made a loud thudding sound. “Fuck!!!! Don’t you fucking take it out!”
I already know this, and I just said it. Oh, but I have to say it again.
God, he. was fucking. huge.
Fucking thick.
Fucking hard.
So fucking enormous it hurt big time and strained my jaws like never before. Oh, but I didn’t care. His skin was silky, it tasted so fucking sweet, and I couldn’t feel anything with the pain but pleasure. It was the kind of pain I found delicious. The kind of pain I wanted.
The kind I craved for.
The kind I yearned for.
The kind I needed.
The kind I so fucking wanted.
It drove me insane, yes. It drove me wild. So wild, I was going all out.
Damn, how could I desire so much, someone unknown to me? How could this man, how could he, why could he? Why could he make me feel this way? Like I was doing something I hadn’t gotten to do for a very long time? And only with him? For him? To him?
Shit.
It was a feeling I couldn’t describe. Like I was doing something I missed doing.
Like I was doing something with someone, once again, after a very long time.
Why?
Who is he, really?
What is he?
Fuck.
Stop it.
Stop thinking.
No time to search for answers now, Elena, I told myself. He’s waiting. Fuck him in the mouth already.
And so, without wasting any more of the minutes we had left, I began to move my mouth to and fro, shoving him in and out as deeply as I could. And I kept it for an entire minute without stopping.
All sixty fucking seconds, sixty fucking deep throat shoves.
Yes. Without a care where we were, I blew the living fuck out of him. Without inhibitions of any kind, not even to the slightest ounce, I let him. Fuck me. In the mouth.
And so, we kept it up like that, until I felt him thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock into my mouth in a certain rhythm. He did this for a few more seconds, before I held the base of his shaft again to keep it steady, then with a final pull, I gave its head a loud, tight suck, then I licked its tip before releasing it.
Ounce his cock was out, he took a deep breath. ”Damn, you’re so good.”
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as I got up. I looked at him intently, showing him I was ready now.
I was ready.
For him.
Oh but Sergio, he wasn’t a selfish man. “My turn.” he said, once more going underneath my skirt to reach out for my pussy and touch it very quickly, as if to check and make sure I was still dripping wet. “My turn to taste you.”
I bit my lip, unable to hide the thrill I felt, as I watched him kneel before me. Once he was in position, he took my leg, grabbing under the fold of my knee. Then, he slung it over his shoulder as he moved closer to bring his face right in front of my throbbing pussy.
“Perfect.” I heard him say. “You’re fucking perfect.”
Just as he bent to bury his face in between my legs, there was something I felt somewhere on my right thigh. I left it without thought and attention for a few seconds, but before I could entirely ignore it, I realized what it was.
“Shit, Sergio…” I uttered abruptly. My tone told him it had nothing to do with our foreplay and thus, it caused him to pause.
He raised his head to look at me. “What is it, baby?”
I slid my hand inside my dress’ built in pocket and the moment I had my hands wrapped on my cellphone, I felt it vibrating continuously. Thus, I took it out.
And no, it was not a message sent.
It was not an alert for the time, either.
It was…
“Nathan’s calling.” I said. “Ugh.”
I was about to release the call and hang it up, then I thought of just turning off my phone altogether. But as I was about to, Sergio said something that almost caused me to kick his face with my foot.
“Pick it up.” he uttered. And yes, he looked and sounded completely serious.
“Are you kidding me!?” I exclaimed, panicked and nervous.
“No.” he said. “Pick it up.”
There was a short pause for both of us. But when I looked at Sergio, I saw no change of reaction on his face.
No fear, no look of worry.
No anxiety, no concern.
Just…nothing.
“Sergio, wha—-“
“Just pick it up.”
I didn’t know what got into him that made him think of even suggesting that. The phone kept on vibrating, his name blinking on the screen. I wanted to just leave it. Or turn it off. Or throw it to the wall. But the longer I held it in my hand as it quietly rang, the more Sergio’s tone grew demanding.
“Pick up. The fucking call.”
I never heard him talk like that. Like there was a purpose behind his irrational order. But nevertheless, I still did it.
“Hhh…hello?”
I thought I would die the minute I answered the phone. I thought I would just keel over. I thought I would just pass out. I almost lost sense of reality. I suddenly had no idea where I was, what was happening, what I was doing.
Imagine my shock when I felt Sergio’s hot, wet tongue land on my pussy at the very moment I picked up the phone.
“Nnnn..Nathan…” I tried so hard not to breathe my words out. I was gripping my phone so tightly I thought I’d crush it to pieces. My flesh and bones shook and trembled, and as Sergio’s tongue glided smoothly through my wet slit in a straight line, I almost screamed his name on the phone.
“Where are you?” Nathaniel sounded upset, oh but I couldn’t pay attention. I felt fear, but could not react to it.
“Nathaniel, I… I….” I almost moaned. Sergio just began to flicker his tongue over my clit very slowly, then as he progressed seconds later, he shifted into an unbelievable speed. It sent waves of electric pleasure in me, disabling me from thinking straight.
“I said where are you?” Nathan asked again. “I’ve been calling the house, no one’s picking up. Are you out?”
There was temporary relief when I found out he wasn’t home yet. But I had no time to relish in that relief. Sergio had just begun to suck and nibble on my clit, sending me to juice up in huge amounts.
I couldn’t even form a sentence to answer my boyfriend’s question anymore. I couldn’t even get myself to remember what it was.
“Elena, are you home or not?” His tone was highly doubtful now. And I could tell he was beginning to get furious.
“I’m, um….” There was no stopping the pause in my voice when Sergio started licking over my pussy in circular motion with the tip of his tongue. I bit my lower lip so hard, before pushing myself to speak. “I’m…uhhh, I’m on….mmmmy way hhhhome….”
“Dammit, where’d you go?” Nathan exclaimed, certainly pissed. “It’s fuckin’ eleven at night!”
I was already struggling to form my next sentence when Sergio, as though teasing, began to plant soft kisses and light licks on my cunt. And as if it was not enough, I felt a finger slowly enter my pulsating hole, before curving itself inside my fucking vagina. I had to hit my head against the wall behind me, to keep me from cursing into the air.
“Ohhhh shhhhhit, Serrrr—-um I…I…wwwent to get…fuck!!! Doughnuts!!! I wwent to get doughnuts.”
And yes, it was all I could come up with.
“Doughnuts!?” He exclaimed. I remembered I’d already used that excuse the last time I went home after being missing for an entire day, during the thunderstorm. I said I went to get doughnuts, but went home without any. It caused a bad fight. “Elena, trust me, you don’t want to lie to me again. Now tell me where the fuck you are. You’re not home, so where are you? Right now, where are you?”
I could imagine the veins in his neck popping in anger. But still, Nathaniel did not get a quick response from me. How could I when Sergio was eating me up like that? I knew it was hopeless. At the moment, I wasn’t much of a person that had enough sense to talk with.
“You know what, just…just get home.” he finally uttered. “Now.”
And I was going to say a short, simple ‘yes’. But just I was about to, Sergio pulled out his finger, and replaced it with the tip of his tongue, stiffening it before inserting it into my entrance. And fuck, that just threw me over the edge.
“Ohhhhh dear God! Yes! Yes, okay, yeahhhh…I…uhhhhon my way….I ffffuck! I’m on my fucking way!!!”
At the moment, my judgement was paralyzed. I had no idea how it must have sounded from his end of the line. But the silent moment that set in all of a sudden, told me I may be in very big trouble. Thus, as Sergio attempted to fuck me with his tongue, I bit the inside of my cheeks, trying to keep myself from moaning like I just did.
Then, moments later, the dull, dead air was broken by the sound of his low, furious voice.
“Oh you fucking bitch.”
Uh-Oh, I thought. I’m dead meat.
Controlled anger, was what it sounded like. Nathaniel stayed on the line for a good three seconds more, before finally, without another word spoken, he hung up.
Then, as though perfectly timing it, Sergio got on his feet. “Turn around.” he ordered as he spun me. “Hands on the wall.”
I restlessly, but intentionally dropped my cellphone to the floor, as I positioned myself the way he wanted me to. He held my hips and pulled it to him, slightly bending me forward. Once I was ready, he lifted my skirt up. Two seconds was all it took, when without warning, he shoved his massive dick into my entrance.
“Uhhhhhhhh, fuck!!!!!” I exclaimed as it slid in to my tight pussy. Sergio pushed himself deep, so deep it drove me wild almost instantly.
“Tell me I’m the only one who makes you feel like this.” he uttered as he began to thrust. “Tell me, Elena.”
“Yes! Fuck, yes, Sergio!” I assured him. “He can’t, baby. He can’t make me feel the way you do. Oh God!!!”
At the very moment I responded to him, Sergio began to slam into me fiercely.
Wildly.
Violently.
He was pounding me so hard, so fast, so deep, I couldn’t help the moans and the whimpers at his every shove.
“Elena, you feel so good…” he uttered, “So good, baby…” Following his words, his hand abruptly and hungrily grabbed my breast. He squeezed it tight before letting it go. Then he smoothly ran his palm down to my stomach until he reached my pussy. Once his fingers felt it, he rubbed it vehemently. Without stopping, as he viciously fucked me from behind.
He kept this up, without faltering, without pausing, without him losing rhythm, and without changing his pace and pressure. He had quite the stamina, and his steady and perfect shoves made me juice continuously, making each thrust slide in smoothly.
Many minutes later, I felt his breaths get deeper. His moans got louder, and so did mine.
“Fuck, baby, I’m almost there…” he uttered as he panted. “I’m fuckin’ coming, baby…”
It was amazing, really. The timing.
His timing.
Unbelievable, almost, because as he said he was nearing his arrival, I felt that gush of hot sensation flow within me, as well.
“Me, too.” I breathed out, still very lustfully. “I’m coming, too Sergio…”
A few more eager and furious thrusts, deep breaths and moans of pleasure, he pushed his cock deep into my pussy one more time. Then as he pulled it back just a little bit, I felt him explode. Just about the same time I reached my own arrival, his thick, warm come came splattering inside me.
He came so much, it took a while to get everything out. But once he was done, he pulled out gently, then spun me around. As soon as I was facing him, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him to me until his mouth was on mine. Then I went for a hot, wet kiss.
He responded appropriately, and concluded it with his tongue. We kissed as if we were still hungry for more. We kissed as if we didn’t want it to stop.
I felt Sergio shake a bit in my arms. He refused to let go, his hands now holding me tight, one on my waist, and the other, on my hip.
The whole thing was beautiful.
Forbidden, but beautiful.
And Sergio, he was amazing. Whether the way he just did me, or his touches, his mouth, his tongue, his fingers, he was amazing in every possible way. Everything about him was amazing.
Even this tired, but passionate kiss.
Amazing.
At the moment, I didn’t care what awaited me at home. Whatever Nathaniel thought, how angry he was, I didn’t care.
I was in the arms of a man I sincerely and really wanted to be with. And at the moment, it was all I cared about.
It was all. I fucking. cared about.
“I wish he’d just let me go.” I found myself saying, when I pulled away from the kiss momentarily to catch my breath. “I want to be with you, Sergio.”
“Then be with me.” he whispered, without a speck of reluctance in his voice. “Leave him and be with me.”
Here we go, I thought to myself. I knew this point would come, sooner or later. That he’d say something like this, or along the lines of it. And I also knew I’d have no answer for him when it happens.
Thus, I just touched his face with the tips of my fingers, outlining the manly contour of his jaws. “Sergio, you have to take me home now.”
Because the longer I stayed, the worst it was going to be for me later on.
“Elena?” he uttered, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. ”I love you.”
To be continued…