Vegas, Baby!

12: Skin.

Hand in hand, Benito and I entered the hotel. He walked over to the reception to get my flowers. I watched with a smirk on my face, as he kept glancing over to me every now and then. The receptionist nodded and got the flowers from the room behind him. Benito took them, came over to me and grabbed my hand again. On our way up to our room, I leaned myself against Benito. My feet were hurting and I was extremely tired. I was very glad, when we finally made it to the suite. With a sigh of relief, I took the heels off and watched Benito put the flowers onto the coffee table. Immediately after, he grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he placed a soft kiss on my lips. Slowly, the soft kisses turned into longing ones. Benito pulled away to catch his breath but leaned his forehead against mine.

"Not gonna lie, the dress is incredibly tempting." he mumbled and leaned in again. I returned the kiss and smiled into it because I could feel his hand on my lower back. We started moving towards the bedroom. On the way, Benito took off his jacket and threw it somewhere in the room, always making sure that he wouldn't break the kiss. As soon as the back of my knees touched the edge of the bed, I let myself fall onto it. Benito smirked and crawled on top of me, then he attacked my neck with his lips. I let out a quiet moan, when he found my sweet spot. Honestly, I had wondered how the night in Vegas had been ever since Laura had asked me about it, so the thought of just sleeping with him again just for the experience had crossed my mind more than once. My heart was racing, when Benito started pulling down one of the straps of my dress. My insecurities were coming back again. It was stupid, he had already seen me naked but I didn't think about that in that moment, so I tensed up. Benito stopped sucking on my collarbone and sat up to look at me.

"What's wrong?" he asked concerned. He was caressing my cheek with his thumb. I avoided eye contact with him as I was trying to find the words to explain to him.

"I don't look anything like the girls you had before me." I mumbled, then bit my bottom lip.

"That's exactly what I meant when I said, I wanna show you your worth." I looked up at him confused. I didn't understand what that had to do with my self worth.

"I don't understand." I gave back. Benito sighed and pulled me up.

"David stole your confidence. He made you think you're not hot enough for him but you had me turned on without doing anything. I danced up on you at the club because I thought you looked breathtakingly good." he explained, moving my hand in his towards his mouth. He placed a soft his on the back of it, while looking at me.

"That still wasn't good enough." I mumbled, turning my head away from him. Although, I felt flattered by his words, the voices inside my head were louder than him.

"Because David is an idiot. His new girl ain't got shit on you. My exes ain't got shit on you." Benito told me, putting his free hand underneath my chin to turn my head, so I had to look at him. I could feel tears brim in my eyes because I was moved by his kind words. With his thumb he softly brushed the tears away from my cheek.

"Don't ever think you're not enough for anyone again. You're amazing, Sabrina, and any guy that doesn't see that, obviously doesn't have a brain." he continued, then kissed the back of my hand again. My cheeks turned a bright red color and I started smiling.

"How do you do this?" I questioned and took my free hand to brush my tears away as well.

"Do what?" Benito wanted to know as I let myself fall back onto the bed again.

"You lift me up every single time with nothing but words." I responded. Benito smiled and crawled on top of me once more.

"I'm setting your standards back to where they're supposed to be but don't worry, I'll do it with actions as well." he told me and started kissing my neck again. This time, I let him pull the straps of the dress down.

"Tu piel tiene gusto al cielo." (Your skin tastes like heaven.) he mumbled between the sloppy kisses he placed down my neck. A soft moan escaped my lips, when he reached my left boob. His one hand was massaging it, while he used the other one to support himself. Benito took his time, playing around with my boobs, making sure that I could feel how much he enjoyed doing this. After a while he let go of my chest and moved further down, pulling the dress down with his hands.

My hands were buried deep in Benito's short hair as he was softly kissing my inner thigh. Meanwhile I was completely naked while he had only taken off his dress shirt. I was sure that the whole hotel could hear me but I didn't care about it. He had entered me with one finger already and it was driving me crazy. I completely lost it, when he started kissing me between my legs as well. If the night in Vegas had been just as half as good, then I really hated myself for being as drunk as I had been. I started arching my back because I could feel myself get close to my climax. Benito must've felt it, because he pulled his finger out and trailed kisses back up to my chest. Shortly after, he let go of me and opened his belt, I helped him with it. What he had intended - giving me my confidence back - was working because I bit my lip and took control. He had a satisfied smirk on his face as he watched me open the button of his pants. Benito quickly got up from the bed to pull both his pants and boxers down. I bit my lip because my god did he look good naked.

"Same reaction as in Vegas, by the way." he said, pulling his wallet out of the back pocket of his pants, before he threw them onto the floor. Benito took a condom out and opened it with his teeth. After he had put it on, he crawled back onto the bed. I was nervous but at the same time I was incredibly relaxed. Before he did anything, he kissed my lips, then he positioned himself in front of me. Benito groaned into my mouth, when he slowly entered me. He bit my lip and stopped, so I could adjust. After a few second, I nodded to signalise him that it was okay. He started off slow and careful but got faster soon after. We were moving in sync; at some point, I lost my self control and started moaning loudly. Benito was sucking on my neck but groaned against my skin every now and then. I thought it was incredibly hot that he didn't keep quiet and again, it was giving me my confidence back to hear how much he enjoyed sleeping with me. When he pulled out of me around 30 minutes later, I was covered in sweat. Benito had his face buried in the crook of my neck, catching his breath.

Movement behind me woke me up the next morning. I turned my head to find Benito cuddled up to me, his face was relaxed. A smile spread across my face, when I felt him pull me closer by my waist. He had his arm wrapped around me tightly. Since I had to go to the bathroom, I carefully loosened his grip and got out of bed, causing him to turn around. With a smile on my face, I walked into the bathroom. When I came back out, Benito was still sound asleep. I was one of those people who, once they were up, couldn't fall back asleep, so I wanted to use that time to do a little bit of work. There was a project I was working on and it was due a couple of days later which is why I had brought my laptop. I quietly walked over to my bag and pulled the computer out as well as my headphones. Rubbing my eyes, I opened the project and started working. For at least an hour, I was concentrated until I could feel fingers brush my naked lower back. I turned my head to my right to find Benito smiling with his eyes closed. Since I knew that he was gonna wake up, I took one of my headphones out but continued working.

"¿Qué estás haciendo?" (What are you doing?) I heard him say with a raspy voice.

"Trabajando." (Working.) I gave back and looked back at him. He was still stroking my lower back with his fingers; it was relaxing. Benito had his eyes open now. I was sitting in front of my laptop cross-legged.

"Do you have to do that now?" he asked, moving his head towards my legs and laying it on my thigh.

"It's due in a few days, so yes." I responded in amusement. For as long as I was working, Benito was watching the screen of my laptop. He didn't bother me, all he did was grab the headphone I had pulled out to listen to the music that I was listening to. Every now and then - whenever I was typing a little bit of text - I looked at his relaxed face. It was in that moment that I realised that I didn't want to get divorced anymore; I started liking him.