“Ernesto, I don’t want you to give up your dream for me. I can’t be responsible for that.”
He hid his face in my neck and let out a ragged breath. “I’m not giving up. I just want you to know that I’m not giving up on us either.”
I nodded as I grabbed on to him for dear life. When he pulled back his eyes were so dark they looked almost black and his face was so open with desire for me. Suddenly all I wanted was to be grounded in the connection we had. Before going back to our lives tomorrow, I wanted our bodies to render out what we felt for each other.
I pushed my face to his and right up against his mouth I whispered, “I love you, too, Nesto. You make feel so happy, more than I ever thought I could be.” I felt the air rush out of his lungs, as his hips pushed up against me almost by reflex and I was done talking.
He groaned and his hands, which had been on my waist, moved down to my ass, his fingers digging into me, hips moving in that tight and hard grind that made me so hot. I was burning up for him, my hands running over every part of his body I could reach.
I needed more skin, to feel his body against mine. I was about to grab the hem of his shirt when he lifted me up like I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked us back into the bedroom.
I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder, my lips brushing his skin as I mumbled against his neck, “This is by far the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
He chuckled as we got to the room.
“Wait until I have you naked on this bed and we’ll see how you feel about that.” The hunger in his voice made my entire body seize up in anticipation.
He put me down and quickly took care of bringing in our things from the balcony. Then he drew the curtains to give us more privacy.
He walked back to where I was standing, so we were just inches apart. Without talking, I moved my hand to the hem of his shirt, and in one motion pulled it off.
We stood there undressing each other in the half-lit room, kissing and touching for what felt like a very long time. He ran his hands everywhere, his fingers digging into my skin, like he wanted to sink into it. So many thoughts were running through my head, how much I wanted this, how badly I needed to feel him inside me.
His caress was igniting. It made my blood boil under my skin. I gave him one last kiss, hurried to the bed and lay on my stomach with my head resting on my arms. I looked over my shoulder and smiled at his silence, because he usually was a lot more talkative.
“You’re so quiet.”
He’d come up on the bed and was kneeling with his legs on either side of mine, one hand stroking his cock. He was biting his bottom lip again and looking down at me intently, like he was trying to figure out where to start.
“I want you so much baby, tell me what you want. How do you want me to touch you?” He lowered himself, his chest hovering over my back. I could feel his cock grazing my ass and I pushed back, wanting to feel him on me. His body always felt so hot when he pressed against me.
“I want you inside, Nesto.”
“Are you sure?” The need in his voice spurred me on.
I nodded, feeling more than a little desperate. “I’ve wanted that for so long. Please, baby.”
Whenever we were together, it was as if he could tap into a part of me that only woke up for him. Feeling the touch of hisarms, the dampness of his skin, a little clammy now that we were moving together, it unfurled a need in me I never knew existed. I moaned, pushing back, wanting him to know I was with him in every way.
He started moving down my back, licking at the knobs of my spine, whispering as he went. When he made it down to the dip of my ass, he bit one of my cheeks, then turned his head from side to side, his scruff brushing against my skin making me tremble.
“This should be illegal. From the first moment I saw you walking to the library, I was hooked on this ass.”
“I’d never guessed you’d be so into my ass,” I said, resting my head on my hands again. “But I’m not going to complain.”
He ran his fingers down my cleft. After a moment I felt his thumb probing at my entrance, extracting a long moan out of me.
“Push your hips up, baby. I want to make sure you’re ready for me.”
My breath caught and I moved to lift up. He used both hands now to spread me open, and I felt the air touching the sensitive skin. His moved his hands away, but before I could complain I heard him rifle through the bedside drawer. I turned my head and saw him fish out a small tube of lube and a condom.
“Wow, someone was pretty sure of himself,” I laughed, shaking my head at the shameless grin on his face.
“It was a calculated risk.” I smiled at him again and put my head back down.
I heard the click as he opened the top of the lube and after a few seconds felt the pad of his two fingers rubbing small circles over my entrance. It felt electrifying, like he was lighting up every nerve inside me.
I moaned, caught up in the pleasure, “Feels so good.”
