Three months together
"Finally, we're here. Phew..." — Victor wiped the sweat from his strong, broad forehead with his strong, large hand — "We got a nice room, didn't we, my kitty?" With these words, Vitya slapped me on the butt.
It was nine in the evening. Vitya, my boyfriend, and I had rented a room for the night in one of Madrid's hotels. The room, I must admit, was expensive and wildly luxurious. The wallpaper was white, with majestic little potted palms in the corners, and in one large space, there was a kitchen, separated by a transparent curtain, with expensive Spanish appliances and dishes, and a burgundy wooden door leading to the bathroom, which contained a shower and a jacuzzi, and
a large plasma TV almost in the center of the room, right next to the large and graceful bed, which stood strictly in the center of our room with Vitya. Opposite the entrance and to the left of the most beautiful palm tree was an exit to the balcony, from which a piece of nighttime Madrid was visible, fresh and cool despite the high temperature. Almost midway between the bed and the balcony, but still closer to the bed, stood a table on which a steel bucket with ice inside and, of course, champagne awaited us."A pleasant surprise for our modest celebration, Vityun."
"Yeah, my little one," answered my hero. We modestly entered. Vitya closed the door.
"It's a shame this is the last day of our vacation. Tomorrow, back to St. Petersburg..."
We carefully placed our bags on the floor, a little to the side of the entrance door, and went to different ends of the room after a tender kiss — me to the kitchen, and Vitya to the little bucket on the table.
Vitya obligingly filled my glass. The wind blowing from the balcony brushed against my white blouse. Vitya noticed and winked. Then he raised his glass and said:
"To us. To us being together for three months already!"
"Yes. To fate bringing us together."
"It's not fate. If it weren't for my initiative, we'd still be living without each other!!!" We smiled. Vitya took an apple from a little plate (which the room service attendant had forgotten to bring before we arrived in the room) and let me take a bite directly from his hand. We were happy.
Four kisses and three glasses later, our bottle was finally empty.
"Maybe I should run for another one?" suggested Victor.
"No, it's not worth it. You know how easily I get drunk."
"Yeah, I know. Okay then. Kitty, I'm going to take a shower now, you can arrange the bed for us in the meantime," — Vitya winked at me again.
"Okay, Pussy."
Our lips met once again for the umpteenth time. Vitya stood up and went to the bathroom, leaving me alone with the pleasant breeze, occasionally brushing against my long hair, and with my thoughts and fantasies.
Twenty minutes later, Vitya came out of the shower. He was wearing only black briefs, which he had received from me as one of the gifts for his company's birthday. The second gift back then was my butt.
"I'll go wash up now too."
"No. I can't wait. I love it when you're a dirty little slut."
"Well, I'm not dirty, we were in the sauna together this afternoon."
"Well then, I don't see a reason for chatter. Take off your panties," said Vitya, already starting to take them off himself.
We joined again in a passionate kiss. The most passionate one of this entire day, no, even of all these three months we've been together.
Actually, such thoughts came to my mind every time our lips met. My panties were already at my heels, but I was still wearing the blouse, thin and white. Vitya, with a swift motion of his palm, unbuttoned all three buttons at once. He took the blouse off me and politely tossed it aside. As it happened, I wasn't wearing a bra on my chest today, and Vitya began to lick my erect nipples. My right hand reached into Vitya's briefs. Half a second later, they yielded to me and slid down Vitya's beautiful, yet masculine legs. Then my left hand touched Vitya's manhood, grasped it, and began to leisurely pleasure it. Thirty seconds later, Vitya lifted himself slightly, thereby making it clear that he was taking the initiative. Vitya's lips slid lower and lower, and now they reached down there.
"Oh God!!!" — that was all that flashed through my mind as Vitya worked his tongue, which was subject only to me, right there.
"Baby, I want you," he whispered in my ear when he finished licking.
"I want you too. Take me."
Vitya positioned me, well, let's just say, doggy style and entered me so strongly and painfully, yet simultaneously gently and caringly, that all my thoughts and emotions merged into one lump of energy, which, flying out of my mouth as a loud, short echo, hit and bounced off those same white walls.
The happiness lasted about twenty minutes. Vitya pulled his piston out of my flesh.
"You haven't finished yet," escaped from my lips, moist with sweat.
"I'll have time later, my kitty," answered my barely tired man.
He began kissing me everywhere again, carefully avoiding my barely alive butt with his long, mischievous tongue.
He reached my neck, kissed it all over, moved the hair away from my ear, and whispered:
"Now I want to switch roles. Kiss me, my bunny."
My mouth immediately found itself where my left hand had been twenty-three minutes ago. These three months had taught me to do this well, and Vitya wasn't just moaning — he was on the verge of screaming from the professional work of my mouth.
"With pleasure," I said.
I inserted my member, which had been standing for half an hour, into Vitya's butt.
I was on the verge of death from pleasure and ecstasy. The hour hand on the clock (sorry for the tautology) passed the number eleven.
"11, how symbolic. Two sticks."
The palms in the corners silently and enviously observed our sexual act. Everyone envied us. We are the perfect couple. And we've been together for three months already...