“No, they aren’t.” She tries to smile even though it seems as though she’s on the verge of tears again, the pain too raw.
We hold onto each other, not wanting to let go, both of us realizing that all we have left are these hours together. But that’s life for you. It certainly never plays fair. I could move to New York City to be near her, but that wouldn’t be right. She’s asking me for space and time, and I will give her both even though it feels as though I’m chopping off my own arm. The memories made in the four walls of this hotel room will have to do. They will become the bread to feed our hungry souls in the days to come when an aching emptiness carves holes in our bodies.
Her eyes land briefly on the outline of a skyscraper outside the window before locking with mine again. There’s a rush of color in her cheeks. A new bright light in her gaze. “I’ve got it! All right, movie time.”
“Really, Valentina?”
“I promise there’s a point.” She laughs and kisses me at the same time. “Have you ever watched An Affair To Remember?”
“Now you’re talking.”
“I knew I’d eventually find a movie we both love,” she says, chuckling. “You know how Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr’s characters agreed to meet at the top of the Empire State Building in six months if their feelings remained the same?”
“Mhmm, but we all know how that turned out.”
“Shh.” She kisses my lips. “If things haven’t changed for you,” she kisses my eyes, “meet me at the top of the Eiffel Tower in six months.” She kisses my cheeks. “Shall we make it 2:00 p.m.?” She kisses my mouth, and it tastes like goodbye and hello and someday we will meet again. It also tastes like hope and a new beginning.
“Six months, huh?”
She nods while spreading needy kisses along my jawline. “We’ll have this, our love.” She rolls her hips against me, her warm pussy spreading for my cock. “No one will take that away from us.”
I nudge her with my growing erection, needing to fuck her and own her. “I’ll wait for you,” I growl in her ear before biting it.
“Good.” Valentina smiles, and in her smile I see the whole future spread in front of us. “Now stop talking and fuck me.”
“With all my fucking pleasure.”
I remove Valentina from my lap, flipping her on her stomach as she squeals, and straddle her. As I rub my cock between her ass cheeks, I lean over, trailing kisses on her spine, watching little bumps rise. I reach her neck and trace the salty skin there with my tongue.
“Have you ever been taken here?” I ask, teasing her little hole, feeling it contract under my thumb.
She groans, fisting the sheets. “N-No …”
I bring a hand to my mouth, lick two fingers, and go back to taunting Valentina in that sweet spot. I rub it in small circles until slowly guiding one digit past her resistance. I begin to move my finger in her ass, going deeper and deeper.
“Do you want me to take you here?”
“Oh, God,” she moans, and it makes my cock rock hard.
I continue to torture her by adding another finger, plunging them inside her. Slow and fast. Shallow and deep. Her cunt contracts around me as I curl my fingertips against her wall and finger fuck her to hell and back.
“Do you want me fucking your sweet ass?”
“I …” She moves her head side to side, pushing her ass up, seeking relief. “Yes, just take me, please. I can’t wait any longer. Please, Sébastien …”
She cries when I drag my fingers out of her. My hands leisurely travel the lines of her shoulder blades, spine, down to her hips. Our breathing becomes labored, hungry for more. I’m spreading her ass ready to penetrate her …
I freeze.
Fuck.
“What’s the matter?” Valentina asks breathlessly, glancing over the shoulder, looking like a pagan queen. Her burning gaze meets mine. “Why did you stop?”
“I have no lube,” I say, cursing my luck.
She laughs shakily. “Do I need it?”
I chuckle, patting Valentina’s gorgeous ass. “I’m afraid so.”
“Can’t you use something else?”
“I don’t—” Then I remember the little bottle of lotion sitting next to the shampoo in the bathroom. I look up at the sky and utter a quick thank you. “Be right back. Don’t move,” I say before leaning down and biting her ass.
I come back to find Valentina propped on her forearms, long brown hair running down her ivory body. Fire on her cheeks. Stars in her eyes. Swollen lips branded by me. She smiles invitingly, taunting me, seducing me. Jesus Christ. The woman is going to be the death of me.
“Found what you need?”
Climbing the bed, I place the bottle next to me. “Yeah.”
I slide down and kneel at the altar of Valentina’s body, ready to make my communion. Leaning down, I cover her body with sizzling kisses until I reach the inviting curve of her ass. I spread it and drag my tongue from the little pucker down to her soaked pussy.
“So damn sweet,” I say, breathing her in, wanting to make the moment last.
She grinds her hips as she looks over her shoulder, watching me kissing, probing, and lapping her tight hole. Her eyes roll back as she bites her lower lip. She curses, begging me to take her, to put her out of her misery.
“Not yet.”
I spread her ass cheeks wider and bury my face in them, fucking her with my tongue.
“Please … no more … I need you now,” she begs, whimpering.
“What do you need? Say it.”
She groans. “Your cock. Inside me. Take me, please.”
Sweat covers both of our bodies. The glass windows are fogged. The sheets are discarded on the floor. The smell of our fucking fills the room.
This is life.
This is beauty.
I move on top of her. Reaching for the lotion, I open it, pour some on my palm, coating my cock with it, and throw the bottle away. Anticipation makes my brain hazy. I give my dick a few pumps and bring the head into her tight ass, pressing the head slowly between her open cheeks.
“Fuck,” Valentina cries.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, the words torn from my chest, watching her take me in little by little. The feel of her body accepting me and watching it take me is like dying a slow, beautiful death.
“No, don’t stop.” Back arched, she presses against me. “I need more …”
“Almost there,” I say hoarsely, trying to reel myself back. Take it slow when all I want to do is fuck her to oblivion.
“Please …”
It’s her words that makes me lose it. Grabbing her by the hips, I push all the way in. I close my eyes and throw my head back, feeling like I’m about to shoot my load inside her. There are no words to explain the sensation of her tightly wrapped around me.
“You okay?”
She nods. “Yes, oh, God. But I want you deeper. I want more.”
I chuckle as I grab her hips, push her forward, and start to pump into her. At first I take it slow, my thrusts shallow. I pull back just enough to leave the tip of my cock inside her and then push aggressively into her, hard. Over and over again.
“Harder …” she pleads. “More.”