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Benito scooped her up from the workout mat below them. He held her tightly with her legs wrapped around his hips as they kissed, and he carried her into the home this way. He opened the front door with a turn of his wrist below her legs, and then impatiently kicked it open, his lips not leaving hers. He brought them into the nearest bathroom, and just when she thought she'd be brought back to the ground, he pressed her against the wall and kissed down her neck. His hips sunk between hers with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
Her eyes fluttered back at his affection and a soft trail of kisses, but she was increasingly self-conscious about having just worked out. "Let's do it in the shower..."
"Estás tan desesperada?" his low voice hummed against her neck in a way that sent more goosebumps.
"It's just... I'm gross."
"No puede ser," he smirked, his dark eyes seducing her as his fingertips slipped underneath the band of her sports bra. "Me gusta todo de ti."
His warm finger hooked underneath the elastic band, and he tugged upwards until his nail poked out from her cleavage. The sports bra went up with it, and her breasts spilled out, touching the chilly air.
Benito's dark eyes fixated on them, and he opened his salivating mouth before leaning over and wrapping his warm, wet lips around her breasts. She threw her head back as he went to town, his thick, spit-drenched tongue storing against her hardened nipples. He sucked loudly, tugging them forward with the suction of his lips.
No way, I'm so fucking sweaty. Melina thought as she tried not to moan. God, he's such a fucking perv.
His sucking was so loud and shameless in a way she'd never heard. Melina bit into her lip as her chest arched against his face. His hand gripped her other breast, groping her and feeling her up. His fingers pinched and tweaked her nipple, erupting from her a mix of a gasp and a cry.
His lips smirked against her soft skin, and he looked up at her from the cozy spot between her breasts. "Esos sonidos tuyos me vuelven loco."
He pulled his shirt off, and Melina watched as the definition in his abs reacted with the movement. He threw his shirt on the floor beside them and then pressed a switch behind her head. The shower at the end of the bathroom turned on and the lights dimmed. The warm humidity from the hot water filled the bathroom in seconds and fogged the mirrors. Melina turned her head to watch it while Benito went back to her breasts.
Rich people shit.
His grip around her hips tightened as he yanked her back off the wall. Her body bounced in his arms, and she fell forward, catching herself on Benito's toned shoulders.
"And I'm desesperada?!" she said, feeling thrown around like a doll. "You haven't let my feet touch the ground once..."
Benito chuckled as he walked her into the shower. The warm water seeped into her hair and sports bra, which was still raised over her breasts. Benito kissed her below the stream, and his wet hands cupped her breasts. His large palms spread upwards until her sports bra hung around her neck. She felt her nipples press against his chest, and all she wanted was for every part of their skin to touch. Impatient, she pulled her sports bra over her head and threw it over their shoulders.
