One Wild Night

Chapter 5: A Feast for the Senses

Sergio held Raquel's face gently but firm as he kissed her deeply. Raquel was holding his lower jaw and was kissing him back. It was their first actual intimate contact and it was as if they were both electrified by the mere taste of each other. They broke off and looked at each other for a few seconds, kinda shocked with what was happening.

"Te gusta...?" he whispered to her. They were both breathing deeply.

Her answer was to hold his face again and slowly reach her lips to his, first to lick his lower lip and then suck it. His rocketing desire went straight to his groin but his mind was fighting for control. And he was very good at it.

He let her suck his lip while he gently bit her upper lip. She was unaware that he felt the back zipper of her top and slowly zipped it down with one hand while caressing her skin with his other hand, following the same movement. She was beyond aroused down to the center of her but she couldn't get enough of kissing him.

They were playing a very dangerous game of turns while still on tight liplock. He removed her top and felt a bit of her shiver. Not to be outdone, she broke off the kiss and pulled his shirt up. They kissed again with their upper bodies touching skin to skin.

Before he lost his head, Sergio broke off the kiss again and held her upper arms firmly. "Regina...if you want to stop, you have to say it now."

He was giving her a way out. Wow! Rarely that she met a guy this controlled. She touched his face with one hand. "Te deseo..." she whispered.

It was the only thing he needed to hear. Before he removed his jeans, he felt the foil packets in his pocket, took them out and placed them on the bedside drawer near the lamp. He removed his shoes and socks before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. He left his white boxer briefs on and faced her.

She went to the other side of the bed and was sitting on it near the other lamp, her back facing him. Her silhouette was aglow in the soft light while she removed her high-heels. She seemed slightly nervous, he observed.

Raquel felt the bed dip when he sat on the other side. She slightly turned her head to take a quick a look at him, but he was already just an inch behind her she could feel his breathing on her neck. She reached for the back zipper of her leather skirt but he removed her hand and she let him do it instead. His hands just zipped it down but did not remove the skirt. She felt his lips kiss her neck and she angled her face up to give him better access. His beard was creating a hot friction from her neck to all over her body and still she burned up. She was almost undone when his hands reached for her twin mounds of flesh and started gently massaging the rosy tips.

"Santi..." she moaned. She could feel herself getting wet through her thong. And she's still wearing her skirt and stockings.

"Sí, mi reina...?" he whispered back as he continued his hand caresses on her front and his kisses on her ear, neck and shoulders. She wanted to touch and kiss him as well.

"Let me touch you..."

"My pleasure..." He held her shoulders and turned her to face him. He let her lay down fully on the bed. He was lying on his side and was just looking his fill. He held her left hand and kissed her palm before guiding it to his chest. They kissed again, tongues sparring as she touched his skin, familiarizing herself of his lean, muscled contour.

She didn't realize he removed her skirt and thong but left her stockings. He removed his last piece of clothing as well. She felt his turgid manhood pressed against her side.

"Santi..." she tried to touch him but he stopped her.

"No. Not yet, your majesty." He held her hands with his on each side of her and kissed her again deeply as he laid on top of her. He kissed her chin, neck, cleavage, his tongue forming a wet trail down to her navel before kissing her there and down further.

"Fuck!" She tried closing her legs to stay in control but his hands wouldn't let her and he feasted on her like a thirsty man drinking water after a long walk in the desert. "No...Santi..." She was losing her mind and wanted him in her.

"Yes, my queen, give it to me first," he said as he licked her and bit her little nub in turns. Raquel couldn't hold back any longer. When he inserted two fingers in her, she moaned and climaxed the first time. He licked her as she panted and tried to catch her breath. Her eyes were still closed when he felt him reach to the drawer and open a packet.

A few seconds after he readied himself, she opened her eyes groggily only to close them again as he kissed her and tasted herself. He was still kissing her deeply when she felt him enter her in one sure slide, filling her to the hilt.

"Ohhhhh..." she moaned.

He fucking fit her perfectly. He couldn't help himself but let out a low groan from his throat.

"Ahhh, my queen, Regina..." he slowly pulled out before sliding in again. He was so drunk on pleasure he thought he would pass out. He tried regaining control and was having his hips work out a slower rhythm but his queen wouldn't let him, wrapping her stockinged legs on his hips, adding more friction to their joint bodies. He slipped in and out of her faster and was afraid he won't be able to wait a minute longer when she came for the second time and shivered. He came not long after, still pumping his hips to her until she took all he had to give.

No sound could be heard in the room except for the two of them catching their breaths. They were both thinking what happened was definitely not just sex.

Sergio gently removed himself from her. "Wait a sec, guapa," he whispered and gave her a peck near the lips before going to the bathroom to clean himself.

When he turned on the light, he softly cursed at what he saw. The condom was torn right up to the tip in a wet mess. Frankly, he was not worried that much medically speaking. He gauged Regina was not the type to sleep around. He felt her tighter than most women her age or even younger. He just hoped she's on the pill too, like most women these days. Otherwise...his mind raced and formed a safety net, just in case. He believed a possible pregnancy was too far-fetched, but still, stranger things have happened.

He went out and decided he'd be more careful from now on. He saw her lying on her side facing the lamp with her back to him, her breathing regular.

He laughed softly to himself. So much for a few more rounds. Her majesty fell asleep. She's more drunk than she thought.

Silently, he picked up all his clothing and dressed up. He gathered the other foil packets and put them in his pocket again. He checked the bathroom and saw to it that not a trace of him was there including the torn condom, which he flushed in the toilet.

He went inside the room and folded her top and skirt and placed them neatly on the loveseat. He opened her purse and inspected the contents. A mint packet, the hotel keycard, a lipstick and her phone. Not even a credit card so he could know her real name. He tried to open her phone but it has a passcode so he didn't pursue his sleuthing further. He checked the time. It read 12:20 A.M.

He saw the little note her friends gave her and read. Her first name starts with an R but he was sure it was not Regina. And one of her friends was named with an A. The friend was referring to a gift. He wondered if it was her birthday.

Sergio looked at the dark-blonde woman he had spent the most wonderful intimate night with, no question. He quietly went to the other side of the bed to face her. He leaned down and gently caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. He pulled the folded blanket from the bed without waking her up and placed the sheet up to her neck.

He quietly went out of the room.