You Are the Moon That Breaks the Night

My heels clicked along the white tiles as I walked to towards the last running shower. I took my time pulling back the flimsy curtain, letting the steam rise above my head and into the silver cylinders of the air conditioner. His eyes were closed, the hot water rushing down his tan face, across his chiseled chest that flexed against the sudden breeze my cool breath caused against his skin. He opened his eyes and smirked at my leaning face. His wet hands reaching out to caress me.

“Espera,” I purred, backing away from the shower and sliding out of my jeans, my jersey, my bra, and finally my red thong. I kept my heels and placed my hands on my hips and called him over with my finger. I watched him, turn off the shower and loosely tie a towel around his waist. His eyes hungry for me. I smiled as I saw him look me over and lick his lips. He closed the space between us and pushed me against the royal blue lockers, the sound echoing inside the room. I moaned, as his fingers dug into my skin, his lips nipping the base of my neck. I felt his teeth grace against my rising chest, leaving bright red lines in their wake. I pulsed against him, my body pressing against his, grinding against him. I needed him. I wanted him inside me, wrecking me, destroying me, taking me to ecstasy. I ran my fingers through his wet hair, that clung to his face and my skin. His hot breathe, teased my tender breasts which he held inside his large hands, massaging them roughly, knowing the harder he pressed, the more I liked it. I curled my leg over his, and ripped the towel of his body, throwing it over my head. He chuckled at my impatience as he ran a hand down my leg, and hoisted my body on to his.

He carried me, to the clean bench and laid me down on to its hard surface. He folded a towel and placed it under my head, then let his fingers trace along my curves, down past my belly button stopping short of my moist center. He hovered over me, his hair dripping water on to my skin; he crashed his lips to mine, hungrily tasting my mouth, and biting on my bottom lip. I moaned as he slid two fingers inside me, teasing me until I could no longer hold in my pleas. I pulled at his hair and begged for release; he had me where he wanted me, where I knew I wanted to be. I moaned, as he spread my legs wide and blew his hot breath into me. He smirked, as my eyes caught his, his mouth parted slightly, his mouth watering as mine did watching him. He brought my hips closer to him, and kissed me there, licked me there. I curled upward, as he feverishly licked and sucked on the sensitive skin, my legs quivering around him. I closed my eyes grinding my hips into his mouth, riding out the first orgasm, and letting the loud moan fill the room with my lust. He bit down gently, as I came. Causing me to howl and look down at him, a smile across his lips wet with my essence, I kissed him, tasting myself, and licking off the residue in long slow strokes. I pulled his body on to me, his hard cock, pressing against my thigh,

“Sergio,” I moaned, “jode me.” I felt him shift his weight, and thrust his hips toward me, teasing me with his hot tip. I smack him, growing needy and impatient. I was hot, I was on fire with this lust he could only quench and I wanted him, I want him badly. I pushed his hips into mine and slid him into me, my body erupting in a wave of euphoria. I shook beneath him, his hands holding my hips roughly, as he grinded into me, his body meeting mine in a violent collision of love and lust. He beat me with each thrust, his fingers leaving their lasting impressions on my round ass. My teeth and nails clawing savagely at his skin, wanting nothing more to dig myself inside him. Wanting to consume and destroy him all at once. I wanted all of him as much as I wanted to destroy him, and tear him to pieces. My mind reeled with agony as I felt myself on the verge of another orgasm. I yelled, I howled his name, and fought him on, grinding faster and faster, thinking I would start a fire between us. But alas relief came in the form of his low growl and I curled closed to him, my body shaking against him, my mind exploding in a fury of chemicals and hormones, replaying against my closed eyelids a frenzy of fireworks. I clung on to him, my chest rising and falling, my heart beating like a humming bird. I felt him shift his weight and move me around him, I opened my eyes and saw him staring at me, like every morning I had wished he would. He moved his arms around me, cradling me against his bare torso, sweat dripping off our bodies to the white tiles. He moved the moist hair from my neck and place one last love bite, drawing blood and licking it off lovingly

“Ahora sos mia, solo mia,” he purred into my ear. His nose rubbing against my temple. I held on to him and kissed his lips. My own lips swollen and bruised from his bites, he smiled against mine and licked my lips.

“Como te amo.”