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The hotel isn’t fancy nor expensive, but it’s modern and clean. The room is a reflection of that, and when he unlocks the door, and we step inside, I make a quick visual sweep. There are two queen beds, both unmade, and empty beer cans and wrappers litter the side tables.
“My roommate is out for the night.”
“Roommate?” I ask out of curiosity.
He pushes the door shut behind us and locks it. It doesn’t escape my attention that he placed the Do Not Disturb sign on the handle outside first. “Yep. We work together,” he says as he approaches, and his smile is downright wicked.
I don’t have to guess to know exactly what is on his mind right now. It’s on mine too. But I’m starting to get a touch of cold feet. My brain is working overtime, calculating everything, reminding me that I have three kids at home; it’s their bedtime, and this is the first time in their lives I won’t be there to perform our ritual. This is the first time I’ve been out in nearly two decades, and I’m already preparing to give up the milk for free, and I’m questioning if that’s the wisest choice. Logically, I know this isn’t an interview for a future husband. This is a simple night of getting to know one another, exploring each other and my own limits. This is me experiencing life outside of motherhood and being a wife. This is me—living.
So why am I questioning it?
Alejandro backs me up to the edge of the bed and no farther. I think he’s going to pounce, but he surprises me. With slow but sure hands, he takes my head into his palms, his fingers threading through my hair. His gaze is fastened to my lips, and mine hone in on his. Oh yes, this is exactly what I want. What I came for.
“Mami,” he breathes just before he lowers his head.
In my mind, I’ve built this up, wondering how it will feel, how awkward it will be to learn a new mouth. I’ve reflected on the few past relationships I’ve had, on the weirdness of that new kiss. The unknown making things a little awkward and a little iffy at first. Needing that bit of time initially to develop a flow.
But none of that happens with Alejandro. No, he knows exactly what he’s doing. There is zero hesitation. Zero awkwardness. When his lips touch mine, they do it with a finesse and surety I’ve never encountered before. He dives right in, taking my mouth with the same aggressiveness I admired in him earlier. His mouth opens over mine, his tongue slipping inside. I touch my tongue to his. I feel his teeth on my bottom lip, followed by the upper. He alternates between each lip, sucking them into his mouth. Little growls rumble in his chest as he feasts on me, his hands cradling my head turning me this way and that to accept everything he has to give.
I love how he takes charge of me, guides me. There is no question what he wants, and he doesn’t ask permission. Inside, my body has become an inferno, burning me up. The dull ache of excitement is now a roar of need, and I feel my pussy clench, my nipples harden, and my stomach pitch with increasing desire.
I keep thinkingpump the brakes, Julie! You can’t jump into bed with a man the first time you meet him.But I tell that voice to shut the hell up and mind its own business. It’s just my family values talking, the voice of my parents telling me how to be a proper lady all my life speaking up, but they’re not here. They don’t have a say in how I choose to live my life. So I push the voices of doubt and angst aside once again in favor of living in the moment.
I wrap my arms around his back, my hands curling around his biceps, my breasts crushing against his chest, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my stomach through his jeans. I soak in the harnessed power of Alejandro’s body, reveling in the sensation of being smaller than him and the knowledge that I’m at his mercy. If he wanted to, he could make me do anything. And not just by using his strength against me. All Alejandro would have to do at this moment is issue a command, and I would obey.
He holds so much power over me right now, and all the woman in me wants to do is listen—follow I crave this moment like I need oxygen. I crave for him to rule me, to push my boundaries, the limits of my self-control.
Because with him, I have none.
I am his to dominate.
I’m so wrapped up in his kisses, in the way his tongue dances with mine, the heat of his body against me, that I don’t even realize that one of his hands has trailed down and snuck beneath my shirt. It’s only when I feel his palm cup my breast, squeezing and massaging, that I become aware.
The new sensation is unexpected but more than welcome. I focus there, absorbing the feel of him exploring me, testing how far I’ll go. But he must know that, for me to be here with him, I aim to see this through to the end.
His fingers work their way along the lacy edge of my bra, dipping deeper inside with each pass until they graze my nipple. I moan into Alejandro’s mouth, encouraging him to go further.
He doesn’t disappoint.
With the confidence I’ve come to expect from him, he abandons my bra and lifts my shirt, exposing the swells of my breasts. Only then does his mouth leave mine. Immediately, he dives down, lifting the cup of my bra to release the breasts he teased, and then his mouth is there, his tongue lapping at my hardened nipple.
A ripple of pleasure flows through me, and my head falls back on my shoulders, my mouth opening on a sigh as he takes me into his mouth and lavishes attention on my tender flesh.
I cup his jaw in my hand, feeling the muscles work as he sucks me between his lips. The soft bite of his teeth sends another jolt through me that shoots like an arrow down to my throbbing clit.
“Oh, God,” I moan, never wanting him to stop. Somewhere in my mind, I try to remember a time in my life that I ever felt this kind of intensity, but I can’t. For the life of me, I can’t recall ever feeling this alive; this attune to my body or the person playing it. It’s as if Alejandro knows exactly how and where to touch me to elicit the strongest reaction.
I love him for that.
His teeth graze my nipple a few more times, giving a playful bite followed by a soothing lick before he returns to my mouth. I feel drugged, so wrapped up in the intensity of the moment that I’m following his lead on everything. So it’s with his guidance that my hand finds his cock, already sprung free from his denim prison. He’s hot and hard and ready.
I curl my fingers around his length, absorbing the newest sensation and knowledge that I’m touching a, for lack of a better term, foreign cock. I never thought I’d be here, with anyone other than my husband, but I am.
It feels curiously amazing.
As we kiss, the hand Alejandro used to touch my breast sneaks its way down the front of my pants, his thick fingers finding my sopping wet core and pushing inside me without preamble. I take his cue, stroking his cock, careful not to squeeze too hard or pump too fast. To be honest, it’s difficult to concentrate on much of anything when his fingers are buried so deep inside of me. I am nothing but a mass of sensation, mindless in my pursuit of pleasure.
It’s not fair to him that I’m taking so much and not giving much back, I tell myself. I try to concentrate less on myself and more on what I’m doing to him, but then his deft fingers slip free of my inner walls and begin circling my clit, and I lose my mind completely.
