Wordlessly, I hold up the key. His expression changes instantly, that affable smile melting into a white-hot smoulder. He nods and takes me by the hand, leading me to the staircase down the hall, tucked away just out of the hubbub of the bar crowd. Before we can even make it all the way up the stairs, Bruno pushes me against the wall, leaning in close over me. His chest is heaving and I can tell that he’s working as hard as he can to control himself, to stay level-headed. It’s a thrill to think that he’s as intoxicated by me as I am by him.
The noise at the bar fades into nothing as he takes my face gently in both of his rough, strong hands. Bruno peers into my face as though he’s searching for something, some answer hidden in the shape of my features that he’s desperate to decode. And then, with only a split-second’s hesitation, he closes the space between us and captures my lips in a passionate kiss.
Immediately, I feel my entire body going limp and pliable, the sensation of his full lips moving against mine like a shot of Everclear straight to my brain. He’s like a drug, like the most addictive dream, and I need more. His tongue gently pushes into my mouth as his hands slide down to my shoulders, then down to grip my waist possessively. I am riveted to the spot, afraid to move for fear that this magical dream will fade away and leave me standing alone in the stairwell.
I feel his hands roving back over my hips to cup my ass, feeling his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my upper thighs. He wedges a leg between my thighs and presses the full length of his body against me. I’m warm between my legs and the sensation of his thigh rubbing against me is delicious. I moan into his mouth as he takes my wrists in his hands and pins them up above my head, making me feel both vulnerable and powerful at the same time.
He breaks our kiss for a moment, nudging me to turn my head to one side so he can kiss a line down my jaw to breathe softly in my ear. I tremble and arch toward him as his lips press into the ticklish skin of my neck, sucking and nipping gently in a way that makes my whole body shake. He remembers me so well, perfectly mapping out each of the places on my body that are sensitive. He knows me better than anyone else in the world, and after I lost him so many years ago, I never thought I would feel this good again.
How can this be real? Am I dreaming?
Suddenly, the echoing clack-clack of high-heeled shoes interrupts us and I glance around Bruno’s shoulder to see the shadows of some women approaching. Quickly, Bruno hoists me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me up the rest of the stairs.
“Which room?” he asks, his voice rough and gravelly with desire.
“Six,” I whisper. We find the door at the end of the hallway and he bends his knees so that I can fish out the key and fit it into the keyhole with a laugh. Once the door is open, he takes the key, shoves it in his pocket, and pushes through into the room.
Rafaela really, truly came through for me on this one. I’ve seen some of the rooms here, and while all of them are decent, standard-issue lodging, this particular room stands out. It’s designed with a kind of 1960s vintage charm, and there is a king-sized canopy bed by the massive bay window.
“Wow, she really hooked us up,” I murmur as Bruno sets me down on my feet. But before I can say anything else, he pulls me close into another kiss, stealing the breath right from my lungs. I close my eyes and fold into his arms easily, letting him lean me backward onto the bed.
“I’ve thought about you so many times,” Bruno growls, bending to kiss me again. His hands reach down to peel my blouse up and over my arms, leaving me bare-chested except for my bra. He cups my breasts while his leg wedges between my thighs again, and I let out a groan of frustration. I need more, more, more. He’s got me craving him like an addict.
“Please, don’t take your time,” I beg him. “I-I can’t wait, Bruno.”
He groans and stands up to strip off his jacket, shirt, and then unzip his jeans. He pushes them down to stand in his boxers and I can’t help but sit up and lean toward him, my fingers roving across the massive bulge in the fabric. He’s much bigger than I even remember.
“Take off your clothes,” he commands softly. Without a word, I obey, unclasping my bra, then pulling off my shoes, skirt, and panties to sit totally naked in front of him.
“Can I…?” I ask meekly, almost licking my lips at the sight of his cock straining to break free of his underwear. Bruno nods and I hungrily tug his boxers down so he can step out of them. His cock springs free, bouncing in front of my face. I reach up to stroke him with both hands, feeling his enormous size and warmth. I can’t resist. I need to taste him.
Adjusting to kneel on the bed, I lower my head down to take his cock into my mouth, stretching my lips to accommodate his size. As I slowly begin to work his shaft with my mouth and both hands, Bruno groans appreciatively. His hand comes down to press lightly against the back of my head, pushing me down on his cock further until I’m almost choking on it. I wish desperately I could take his full length into my mouth, feel him swelling and pulsing against the back of my throat. I bob up and down, sucking him hard and fast until his hips are moving in rhythm with me. I can feel myself getting wetter by the second, just from the intoxicating taste of Bruno’s cock in my mouth.
But then he stops me suddenly, gently pushing me back away from him. I don’t get a moment to feel sad, though, because he lifts and tosses me further back on the bed before climbing on top to straddle me. Once again, he takes hold of my wrists and pins my arms down, this time on either side of me. Then he leans to kiss his way down to my breasts, his lips nipping and suckling at my nipples until I’m crying out with need. Every kiss and bite sends a thrum of heady desire down to that secret place deep inside me, and before long I’m nearly teary-eyed with frustration.
“Please, Bruno. I need you inside me. I’m so wet… I’ve waited so long for you,” I murmur, hardly even aware of what I’m saying.
“Are you sure?” he asks gruffly, and I know it’s taking every ounce of his self-control to resist.
“Yes! God, yes. Please! Fuck me, Bruno,” I plead desperately, yelping when he lets out an animalistic growl and bites harder. I’m arching my hips toward him, my body lifting up off the bed.
Finally, he pulls back and readies the head of his cock at my slick opening, and just this gentle touch is enough to make me tremble. For a few moments, he swirls the tip of his beautiful cock against my clit, making me groan and grip the sheets. My pussy is aching, swelling with desire.
“Fuck me,” I mumble. “I want you so bad! Don’t make me wait any longer.”
And with that, Bruno shoves the entire massive length of his cock inside of me in one smooth motion, until the tip brushes against that sweet spot deep within me and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him down to me. I need him close. I need to be flush with his body, to feel every part of him at once all around me.
“Oh my god,” I whimper as he starts to thrust, pulling almost all the way out to slam back into me again and again and again. He groans and kisses my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. I can tell he wants to let go, to use my body like a fuck toy. But he’s too gentle, too careful with me to do so.