Behind The Scenes

95. Hero

"You are insane!" she exclaims, while I hold her on my shoulder running to reach our rooms.
I have a flashback. I remember the first day in Atlanta, I was holding her just like I'm doing now and she was laughing out loud, and in that moment I fell in love with her laugh.
"Shh! Don't make noise!" I tell her, and she finds it hard to hold back her laughter.
Arriving in front of her room I put her down. "Key," and she puts it in the palm of my hand. I open the door at the speed of light.
She pushes me into it and after closing the door she leans her back on it. I put my hands on the sides of her head and kiss her with transport, passion and jealousy, not like I did on the terrace.
"You are mine, aren't you?" I tell her looking into her eyes.
Her breath is warm and heavy on my face as she says, "I have no choice, whether I want it or not." She puts her hands on my shoulders and squeezes them. I kiss her neck and she moans softly.
"Do you want it or not?" I ask her as I take off her pajama top from over her head. Oh... this white lace bra... makes her full breasts look even more arousing.
"I want it." She gasps. "And you? Are you mine?" Her hands are under my light blue sweatshirt and touching my abdomen as I take it off.
I can feel my erection grow, grow for her. I love the way she asked me that question. "Yeah, fuck."
She smiles, proud of having me, of possessing me. Perhaps it is toxic as a thing, but it is true: she possesses me in every sense, there is no part of me that does not belong to her, I am all hers.
I pick her up, she wraps her legs around my pelvis and I make her lie down on the bed. I start kissing her whole belly, then trace a path to the point where her breasts touch each other. I give her a hickey on her chest as she breathes heavily and moans.
"Do you have a condom?" she asks, and I remember that I don't actually have one with me.
I look at her and shake my head. "In my room," which is even far from here.
She sighs. "I'll take the pill."
We have the copy signature the day after tomorrow. "Babe..."
"Okay, it doesn't matter," she reassures me absently scratching my head.
"And what if you don't feel well?"
"I'll be fine. You know it's not the first time I've taken it."
"Sure?" I don't want something to happen and cause it to be "a fuck".
She nods. "You're driving me crazy and now you can't regret it."
"I also have hands as well as a dick, baby," and I chuckle.
She laughs. "No, love."
I grin. "Ah, so you really want a dick?"
"Stop that!" and she makes me move beside her. She turns to me, leans on one elbow. I love her eyes — sorry, little note. She sits up and straddles me, right up there. She rubs against the bulge of my sweatpants and I take a sudden breath.
"You know what?" she says, and she runs her fingers over my bare skin reaching the hem of my low-waisted pants, from which the boxers can be seen a little and she passes them there. Holy shit... A shiver runs through me.
"What?"
"Who cares. I brought pills anyway, just in case like this one," she shrugs.
So she expected something would've happened... I take condoms regardless, anyone could need them. When I'm with my friends, we always have one with us, in case someone needs it. It's called "friendship between men", many of us do this too, yup. Always be ready.
"Do you want to do it then?" I ask her one last time.
She nods, and starts pulling my boxers and pants down together. I raise my hips to help her.
"If anything, I told you, okay?" I say jokingly, lowering her pajama pants and very thin panties.
"Yeah, okay. Now shut up and do what you have to," she orders me. Does she want to fuck me or be fucked? I think she wants me to take care of it, because she is firm to wait for who knows what.
I look at her beauty for a few seconds. Then I lift my back with the help of my elbows and kiss her whole neck and collarbones. As I do this, I undo that bra that fits her so damn well and toss it to the floor.
I turn her over under me. My lips are all over her body, I reach for the groin and decide to just take a taste of her very good taste. My tongue draws circles and my lips suck the most sensitive point of her.
She raises her hips and puts one hand through my hair and the other on my shoulder. "Hero..." she moans. This sound coming out of her lips... "Please..." she begs me.
"Yes, baby..." Now I'm inside her. I missed this feeling. She is so tight around me, God.
"It's not enough..." she says panting. She opens her mouth several times to speak, but she fails because I have accelerated the pace. "Better," and she gives a hint of a smile.
Her breasts swing up and down as I move in and out of her. She is beautiful, immersed in pleasure like now, with me between her legs, her pupils dilated and her forehead beaded with sweat, while she moans my name.
I dip my nose into her scented hair and her neck, and my breath on her skin makes her shiver.
"You're..." she tries to say something "you're giving me chills even at a hundred degrees..." she says.
My God... this thing she just said I will never forget. I smile at her. "I know, baby... shit..." I take a breath "you have the same effect on me."
She moans, emitting a little cry. "Oh my God... Hero..." she squeezes my back tightly.
I want her to say it again. "Yes... What's my name? Say that."
"Hero..." Her breathing becomes more labored than before. I could tell she is about to come. In fact, her thighs begin to shake and she opens her legs wider trying to fend off the urge to close them.
"Hold on... I'm almost there too."
She nods and swallows, before moaning again and then cumming. A few seconds later I come inside her too.
We lie down next to each other. Then she gets up. "I'm coming, I'm going to the bathroom."
A minute later she comes back and gets under the sheets. She touches my lips with her thumb and kisses me softly, gently. "It was crazy."
"What?" I want to hear her say it.
"What we just did."
"Sex?" I show off my grin.
She rolls her eyes. "You're an idiot! But I missed you so much," she kisses my nose.
"You too."
She snuggles up to me and gently caresses my chest. I begin to fall asleep slowly.
"I love you," I tell her softly.
"I love you," she assures me in her turn.
I fall asleep, and it's the first time in a long time that I feel really good and relieved. Having her in my arms is a certainty, until maybe one day someone will deny it.