La Arquitecta

Chapter 9

Zelina turned around as she practically dragged Seth into her bedroom. Already breathing heavily with lust taking over her, she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and pulled him down towards her so that they could kiss.

"Oh, God. It feels like this took forever to happen," he breathed in between kisses.

"I know," she replied.

Seth kissed her sloppily again, then said, "You taste so good."

While they continued kissing, she removed her arms from around him and awkwardly started unbuttoning his shirt. She was frantic just to get at his body, and that urgency was driving him even more wild.

With some of the buttons undone, she ran a hand over his firm abs, while almost gasping into his mouth. "You feel amazing. You smell amazing. You kiss amazing."

Seth was too lost on the feel of her tongue against his own to even try and come up with a response to that. In any event, he wasn't there to talk.

Thinking she had undone all of the buttons on his shirt, Zelina gave both sides of it a firm pull to open it and untuck it from his jeans at the same time. Unfortunately she had missed one button, which tore off.

"Fuck, sorry," she said, unable to stop kissing him even to get that out properly.

"Forget it," Seth told her. If a ruined shirt was the price to pay for a night with Zelina, he considered himself well ahead of the game. He shrugged his arms out of the garment and tossed it aside as an irrelevance.

Zelina's hands were all over his naked back and shoulders, revelling in their first contact with his muscular physique. Stretching up again, she felt his rock hard length press against her stomach. "Oh, Seth," she gasped, voice thick with desire.

"That's what you do to me, muñeca," he said gruffly, surprising her by using the Spanish word for doll.

"Muñeca?" she asked softly.

"Yeah," he breathed, slipping a hand under her top. It was a simple job to lift it up and off her as she raised her arms to help him. "Oh, God," he said, seeing her in just her black bra.

"You can take it off if you like?" she invited in a sultry manner, taking his hand and walking backwards to the bed. She got on it and lay down, propping herself up slightly on her elbows, while Seth straddled her, careful not to put his weight on her stomach.

"Oh, I like," he assured her. Reaching around behind her, he fumbled to get the bra undone. Why did they have to make the stupid things so annoying? Eventually he found success and dropped the bra to the floor. Zelina lay there, breathing deeply, looking up at him with an expression that sought approval.

"Beautiful," he sighed, as if there could have been any doubt. She didn't have large breasts, but they were lovely and pert.

"Seth?" she gasped.

"Yeah?" He froze, genuinely unsure what she was going to say.

"Don't just look at me, fuck me. Please. I need it. I need you."

"I need it too, muñeca," he assured her. Cursing himself, he remembered that he hadn't brought protection. It had been an awkward decision to make, but he had ultimately decided that if he brought protection with him it would look like he had showed up expecting to get sex, rather than hoping for it. "I, uh, don't have protection," he confessed.

Zelina pointed to the nightstand at the side of the bed they were on. It had a draw. "Try in there."

Seth reached over and opened the drawer. There were a few pieces of jewellery in there along with some other odds and ends. Most importantly there was a condom. Result, he thought. "There's one," he said thankfully.