CARMINE
BRISSA'S LIPS are half open, in the middle of a moan. Her naked body is beautiful lying on the bed's dark sheets while her back curves and her body tenses. The taste of the strawberries and champagne we have been drinking still lingers on her lips, which have swollen a little from so much kissing, rubbing, and caressing.
I kiss my way down her body and swipe my tongue over her wet pussy. She has one of her hands buried in my hair as she presses against me. I look up, watching her back arch off the bed with her eyes closed. Erect nipples delight me, and in the midst of pleasure, I reach out one of my hands and caress her as she thrusts and presses herself a little harder against my tongue.
And suddenly, her muscles tense, her body stills, and she screams her release. Her expression is drawn amid the excitement that tenses her body for what seems like forever, just before she lets go and falls back against the sheets again, her skin sweaty and her breathing ragged.
We started in the restaurant, where I fucked her on the table, gave her head in the elevator back to my place, and continued in my bed.
Without a pause, I climb on top of her, kissing up to her navel and continuing up her body, to her breasts, then finding her mouth. Brissa's lips receive me fervently, savoring her own arousal as she wraps her arms around my neck. I spread her legs, ready to feel her heat, and sink into her pussy.
I could fuck her all day and all night. Her moans encourage my pace and pressure.
Without waiting, I begin to move frantically inside her, knowing I can't put this off for a single second longer. She lets her nails roam the skin of my back, draw marks against my chest, and I rest my weight on my arms to look at her. I am enraptured by her breasts dancing amid the back and forth of our bodies, at her hair tangled around her head and face. Her gaze is dark, lost in desire, silently begging me for more of me, more of us, and more of this.
Quickening my pace inside her, I feel the rhythm of my own orgasm coming and I rush, desperate to reach the heaven I get when I lose myself in her.
With my breath coming in ragged gasps and Brissa's moans growing in the middle of the room, the explosion erupts inside me, and I release inside her, feeling my whole body surrender in that instant of pleasure as my body falls against hers.
With sweat covering our bodies and the scent of sex wafting in the air, my lips draw against Brissa's. I kiss her, passionately and slowly, feeling the brush of her tongue and the way my mouth can bristle her skin.
"I can't take anymore," she says between gasps.
Smiling, I pour her a glass of ice water and allow her to snuggle into my side, my arm around her waist and drawing her against me as I feel her pulse slowly calm down.
"Considering we've been at this for about five hours, I'd say it's pretty understandable that you're feeling a little worn out," I admit, laughing.
"Five hours!" Brissa exclaims as she grabs her phone from the nightstand and looks at the time. "My god, it's past three in the morning!" she declares nervously.
As she looks at her cell phone, I start kissing her back. "Does it matter?" I murmur, tracing the line of her spine with my lips.
"Of course it does," Brissa affirms and stands up. The sight of her nude body pacing the room is an act of poetry that I easily revel in. "I have a meeting in four hours, and I haven't prepared or slept enough," she states.
"Who works on a Sunday?" I inquire with a frown and a teasing tone.
"I do," she replies very proudly, and turns to look at me.
With her hair tousled over her bare breasts, her skin flush from irritation and our activities, and her shapely body on display, she looks more attractive than ever. I almost feel like bringing her back to bed to make love to her again, but I restrain myself.
"I'm sorry, Carmine, but I must go," Brissa states, grabbing her things.
Seeing her resolution to leave, I stop her, and, without thinking, I take her by the hand. "No, don't go," I plead.
She looks at me for a moment, slightly uneasy and not knowing what to say. "Carmine, I already told you, I don't feel up to another round..." she begins to say.
Laughing, I shake my head and sit down on the edge of the bed.
"I'm not asking you to stay because of that. I'm asking you to stay because I don't want you to walk away from me," I state, kissing her hands.
Brissa's expression, in the midst of her doubt, seems to say she's wavering between granting my wish or simply walking away. "I already told you, I'm not looking for a serious relationship..."
"Neither am I," I interrupt, causing her dark eyes to lock on mine. "But I know one thing, and that is I want you with me. For at least a while, I want you by my side."
"What do you propose?"
"Stay with me… here. There is something special between us and I want time to explore it. For the thirty days that your journey lasts, stay with me. No names and no labels. Let me enjoy your presence, your voice, your mind, and your body for this time."
"Carmine, I... don't... I don't know..." she starts, shifting her weight from one foot to the other while biting her lower lip.
"When this is all over and you have to go back to Chicago, I will let you go," I promise her and stand up, caressing her face. "But I know that you want to be with me too. That you enjoy my presence as much as I enjoy yours."
"I do," Brissa states with a sigh.
"Then, just... stay."
She lowers her gaze and, for a moment, stares at my chest. Her palm settles over my heart. "You've only known me for a couple of days and most of our interactions have been just sex."
"I wouldn't call this just sex," I joke, and she looks at me with an arched eyebrow.
"But you know what I'm talking about. What will happen if you get fed up with me, or if I feel uncomfortable? My priority is to complete my project. At no time did I ever think of coming and getting involved with anyone."
"This is something I planned on either," I admit, stroking her cheek with my thumb. "But things just happened this way. All I know is that, right now, you want to be with me as much as I want to be with you. And that no matter how much I kiss you or touch you, that desire seems to be growing."
"I know... it's the same for me," admits Brissa, nervously.
"Then stay with me. Agree to go to dinners, to see the city. To continue making love with me," I ask her, taking her by the waist while I pull her against my body. "If you get tired of me and just want to leave, I'll let you go. I will put you up in another hotel if you wish, and I will pay the bill for the best room without any problems. You will not hear from me again if that is the case, but, if you wish to be with me as much as I wish to have you with me, then just... stay."
After a moment of deep tension, Brissa finally nods.
"Okay," she says, obviously nervous, but determined. "I'll stay with you."
"For thirty days, you're mine then," I declare triumphantly.
She bursts out laughing and her lips get mine. "You'd better make good use of that time," she jokes.
"Believe me, I will," I promise, intensifying the kiss as I invite her back on the bed, because right now, I know exactly what my body is asking of her.
And I don't intend to stop. I know Brissa wants it too and that somehow, we have found the strength for one more round.