Love Me for Eternity || Bruno Madrigal

Chapter 59: Good Night, Pendejo

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Explicit Sexual Content

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"...we have to do something." You whispered quietly, the weight of such vision already taking a toll on your mind. Bruno nodded slowly and leaned his forehead close to yours, his panic now subsiding in your arms.

"I already have a plan." Your ears perked and your mouth hung open.

"You do?" You asked. Bruno nodded and leaned in closer.

"I do. But I'll tell you in the morning, si? It's getting late."

"But—"

He eventually locked his lips with your in a heated kiss. It was wanting. Desperate. You felt the fire of his fingertips slowly traveling beneath your shirt, ghosting oh so daringly at the lock of your bra. With one flick of his fingers, the strap came undone. He never dared leave his lips from yours. It made you feel light headed, but it was such a high that you never wanted to depart from, even though you knew that you needed the air to breathe into his cheeks, to graze the shell of his ears with hot, breathy whispers of your lust.

"Ay, mi Brunito," you gasped when his lips eventually traveled down your neck in sloppy kisses. "We—we can't do it here. What if someone comes in—"

"I locked the door," he breathed into your neck, his hands now going down to grope your ass. You gasped at the suddenness of his actions; Bruno was always so careful with you. So obedient and patient. "I just...I just want you now."

His eagerness and desperation—the slight whine and begging of his voice—as he rubbed himself against you, the building heat from your bodies as you felt your bodies intertwine, the way he pushed you down the bed roughly, planted his face immediately on your shoulders to continue to bite and suck, and the way he seemed to move like a man in need of water from a parched desert had oddly turned you on. You felt the undeniable tingles travel down your spine as his expert fingers grazed your clothed breasts. You heard Bruno click his tongue as he roughly pulled the collar of your blouse down to expose your chest to him and he wasted no time to dive in and suck at your erect nipples.

"Mmm~ ay, amor, you're doing so well." You cooed as he lapped at your chest. You pulled his head closer to your breasts as he continued to suck, his knee now grinding on the heat that formed below. You gripped his curls tightly, weaving your fingers through his hair by the scalp and tugging on it gently. His groans sent pleasant vibrations to travel up your neck and you couldn't help but relish this moment; it was rare for Bruno to be so forward when he was not his other personas in bed.

You had to pause and rethink, your grip on his hair loosening as he continued to bury his face into your chest with great zeal. It was odd.

You grabbed Bruno's shoulders and flipped the both of you over, your heat now pressing on his pelvis as you held him in place. Bruno tried to chase the breasts that hung in front of him, but you snaked your hand on his cheek and gave him one long kiss. He closed his eyes and groaned, his hips eagerly trying to grind you even as you sat on top of him. His hands went everywhere; your ass, your back, your shoulders, your thighs—it was driving you absolutely insane, but you managed to control your own desires and pin him down by the chest.