Alexandra
I stumbled into the hotel, half asleep. I’d dozed at first, but had fallen into a deep sleep, comforted by Cruz’s muscular arm as I rested my head on him.
He was by my side, strong right arm supporting me as we were taken to the nearby penthouse suite. I gave the usher my dad’s credit card and waved him away.
I had a change of clothes in my bag, but Cruz had nothing other than the blood-stained clothes he was wearing. But somehow, I didn’t think we were going to need many clothes for the next day or so, though...
The thought woke me slightly as we locked the door behind us.
I kissed Cruz passionately, my hand on his hips as we stood there.
“Just need to clean myself up,” he said, looking at his two wounds in turn. He looked like an action hero from a war film, muscles showing through the ripped shirt. Fucking hot, in other words.
“Later,” I whispered. “You look sexy like this.”
He stared down at me, blue eyes sparkling. He looked like he wanted to rip my clothes off, but he was holding himself back. “You sure you’re all right?” he asked. “I don’t mind if you wanna sleep some more.”
“I don’t want to sleep, Cruz. I want to be with you.” I pressed my body into his, feeling his warmth against me. I felt a sudden bulge rising in his pants as his breathing deepened. I smiled at him, feeling his erection growing quickly. “Looks like you feel the same,” I murmured.
Sexual desire rising, my face flushed, and I felt wetness growing between my thighs. I longed for him to be inside me. But I controlled myself. I wanted this to be gentle and meaningful. I wanted to show him how I really felt.
As well as the sexual tension, I felt a deeper connection, and I was sure Cruz felt something too as his eyes locked onto mine. Emotion and lust seeped through his gaze.
“Well,” he said, voice thick. “What are you waiting for?”
I pushed him in the chest, guiding him to the nearest bed. He sat obligingly on the edge of the mattress. His eyes were wide as he stared at me, his head at the same height as my breasts. I grinned seductively, my hands on his shoulders. My body was teasingly close to his, and I could feel the heat coming off his skin
I slowly lifted my blouse over my head, knowing my breasts would be pushed together enticingly as I removed my top. As the blouse went over my head, I felt his mouth on me, gentle kisses and rough stubble on my soft skin.
Large, strong hands cupped my breasts through my bra as my top fell to the floor.
I leaned forward into him, pushing his face into my cleavage. His eyes widened with pleasure as I gently took his shirt off, pulling it above his head as he kissed me.
A strong but gentle hand was at my crotch, fingers teasing me through my jeans and panties. I moaned softly in his ear.
I looked down at him as I took the shirt off, his biceps bulging deliciously as he sat there, arms raised. Strong abs tensed, powerful shoulders moving rhythmically.
A strip of black cloth was tied around the wound on his left arm. I quivered at the sight of his naked torso--muscled, scarred, and wounded. He looked like the epitome of manliness, the wounds not affecting him at all.
I felt myself getting incredibly wet as he continued to tease me through my jeans. His large fingers fumbled with the buttons. Then he grabbed my jeans with both strong hands and ripped them open. Buttons popped as he yanked them to the floor, eager to get a better view.
I unclipped my bra behind my back, letting it fall forward as he pulled my panties down gently.
I felt him suck at my left nipple as his fingers slid up into my soaking pussy. He entered me with two fingers.
I moaned again in pleasure. “Cruz, I’m going to ride you slowly.”
His mouth moved to my other nipple, caressing me with his big tongue. I felt a tingle of pleasure as he sucked at me, tendrils of ecstasy flowing outward from my core.
I stood there for a long moment, eyes closed as I lost myself in the sensation of him. I ran my hand down his muscles, from his neck to his shoulders, squeezing them gently.
He looked up at me and our eyes locked. I felt a connection to him, a closeness that I had felt from the first moment we’d become intimate. My heart lurched with emotion as he stared at me.
“Cruz,” I moaned between waves of pleasure as his fingers stretched my pussy. “Get the rest of your clothes off. I want to see you.”
He stood up in front of me, powerful muscles bunching wonderfully.
I stood in front of him, naked. I stroked his chest as he unfastened his belt and pants, letting them fall to the floor. His massive cock bulged through his tight boxer shorts. I grabbed it, eyes wide as I felt his girth beneath my hand. I caressed his cock gently, delighting in his growl of desire, his hips moving in time with my hand as I stroked him.
He pulled his boxers down slowly, teasingly. I grabbed his cock as it emerged rock hard.
I continued to stroke him, watching his face contort in pleasure at my firm grip. I jerked him off slowly, with a steady rhythm.
“You’re beautiful, Alexandra,” he said. “You’re mine. I ain’t never letting you go.” He spoke gently, moaning the words.
I pushed him back onto the bed. “Lie down,” I commanded. I grabbed my breasts as he settled back reclining. His hand was on his cock as he reclined back on the bed, watching me approach.
I crawled onto the bed, slowly approaching him. My hard nipple brushed the end of his cock as he held it in place for me. I knelt as my hips reached his. I took him in my hand, jerking him gently, teasing his shaft with my wet pussy as I stroked his cock.
I had to rise up high on my knees to guide his hard cock into me. I sat back down, slowly, teasing him as he entered. I was so horny that he slipped in easily. I felt him fill me to the brim, like he completed me. Like we were meant for each other.
Waves of crackling electricity spread from his cock inside me, rising up into my stomach and breasts. I felt a tingling pulse through my body as I took all of him. Using my knees for support, I rode him gently at first, leaning forward on my hands and arching my back, breasts swinging gently.
“Oh, fuck…” I moaned. He was pushing up with his hips in time with mine. I resisted the urge to fuck him as fast as I could until he exploded inside me.
I increased in pace as I felt his breathing increase in speed, an animalistic desire in his blue eyes. His hands were on my waist, accentuating his thrusts.
He looked deeply into my eyes. “Yeah. That’s it. Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he said through clenched teeth.
I somehow managed to slow myself slightly, my eyes still on his. “Cruz…” I said, a wave of emotion building inside of me, sexual pleasure and the release of tension mixed with strong emotion. “I love you, Cruz,” I said, cheeks reddening.
He thrust into me more passionately at my words. “Oh fuck, Lex. I love you.”
I was amazed to hear his words, hoping briefly that it wasn’t said merely in the heat of passion. It didn’t matter at the moment though. Nothing else did.
When I couldn’t control myself any longer, I rode him harder, faster. His hips thrusted with me as I rode him, and I felt a familiar rising of pleasure in my stomach. I let myself go, moaning loudly as I felt his cock stiffen, getting even harder.
He was grunting regularly in pleasure, eyes still on mine. I grabbed his hands and pushed them back over his head and leaned forward. Our faces were inches away from each other.
“I’m coming, Alexandra. Oh, fuck…”
I slid back and forth, biting my lip with pleasure, eyes half-closed as I felt an orgasm building. His whole body tensed beneath me and his cock started to twitch.
I came as he exploded inside me, his strong convulsions adding greater pleasure to my orgasm, almost painful in its intensity. He pushed into me harder as he came, stomach muscles bunching as my whole body was pushed up towards him.
He kissed me passionately, gasping with pleasure into my mouth.
I moaned as the waves of pleasure built into an explosive finish, body tensing, pussy tightening around his cock. I screamed as the orgasm hit, everything else forgotten.
Cruz moaned in pleasure as he watched me orgasm, his cock still twitching from his own.
I fell forward onto him, collapsing, weak after the pleasure started to fade. He was breathing deeply, steadily, his strong chest rising and falling as I lied there on top of him.
“Wow.” I said, panting. “That...that was amazing.”