#poor bruno

That was all he needed. Effortlessly, he pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, attacking her mouth with his own.

They kissed hungrily, messily, swept up in the whirlwind. He bucked his hips into her, causing the door to shake and picture frames on the walls to rattle. Her resulting moan reverberated through the kiss.

“Easy,” she warned. Her chest heaved up and down as she caught her breath.

“Since when have you ever wanted easy?” His hand trailed down to her leg, wrapping around the back of her thigh and caressing the clothed flesh before bringing it up and hooking it around his side. The new position allowed him to get even closer to her, his middle right up against her overheated core. Drunk on the feeling, he bucked his hips into her again, harder this time.

A wanton moan tore through her throat as she rolled her hips over him, desperately seeking friction. “Do-Dolores,” she panted out, keeping up her motions mindlessly.

“Can control her gift better, just like you,” he pointed out. Though Pepa wasn’t controlling it very well right now; swaths of humidity surrounding them as they finally surrendered themselves to the passion they had been craving. Making Pepa unravel like that was his absolute favorite. All her life, she’d had it drilled into her head that she had to keep her emotions in check, rein in what she was feeling. With him, she could be free.

She chewed her lip, mulling over his point. “Even if she’s not listening, I’m pretty sure the rest of the house will hear us if we keep rattling the walls.” Which didn’t exactly hamper her enjoyment of his more aggressive actions, but it would be a very awkward conversation to have in the morning.

By this point, his mouth had drifted down to her neck, peppering kisses down the column and biting lightly at the taut skin of her decolletage. He could feel her hands twitching in his grasp, but with her wrists pinned up like that, she was entirely at his mercy.

She gasped at the feeling of teeth on her skin, scraping over her collarbone and sending a jolt straight to her core. When they had first gotten married, he was so hesitant to be rough with her, but as soon as he saw how much she loved it, he got as into it as she was. The hard wooden door pressed uncomfortably against her back, parting the fog of arousal clouding over her mind. She wasn’t as young as she used to be, and she’d feel it the next day if they stayed here. “Take me to bed,” she purred, batting her eyelashes at him suggestively.

Instantly, her other leg was wrapped around his waist and he carried her over to the bed, tossing her down on the mattress like a rag doll. Seeing her spread out on the bed like this- hair coming loose from its tight braid, eyes hooded, squirming for more, no doubt soaked for him…it did things to him. He thanked God every day for giving him such a wonderful wife. “I’ve been imagining you like this all day. All spread out, trapped underneath me, ready for me to take you,” he growled, climbing over her.

Her eyes fluttered shut, feeling the warmth of his body emanating so close to her, knowing he must be as ready as she was. “So what are you still waiting for?” she challenged. “Take me.”

Their clothes flew off in a flurry, landing in various piles scattered across the room. There was no time for teasing tonight. They’d done enough of that earlier. No more delaying their gratification.

He slipped a finger between her folds, gathering her wetness and bringing it to his mouth. He loved tasting her. Making a goddess like that come undone with just his mouth made him feel so powerful. Normally he’d indulge in worshiping her body far longer than he did, but he just couldn’t wait anymore. He was so hard, he had to have her right now. Leaning down, he captured her lips with his own as he sank inside her.

Feeling him enter, she cried out, canting her hips to take him in deeper. His tongue had delved into her mouth, and she could taste herself on it, driving her even wilder. She ran her now freed hands over his back, sticking slightly to skin dampened with sweat and humidity. Heavy fog swirled over them as she just became utterly lost in pleasure.

He thrusted into her hard, bottoming out every time. His mouth departed from hers, returning to its previous spot on her neck, sucking the skin until a small bruise started forming, then moved over a bit and repeated the process. Soon, purple-blue splotches littered her fair skin. The effect was striking. Félix took a moment to admire his handiwork before he felt her hands pushing his head back down on her chest.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned, her hips moving of their own accord to meet his thrusts. Was there anything that man’s mouth couldn’t do? Flirt, charm, say sweet nothings, sing, give her earth-shattering pleasure…

Which was what he was devoting it to now. She was so needy, whispered pleas for “más, por favor, ¡así!” falling from her lips, and all he wanted to do was give her whatever she wanted. He latched onto her collarbone, sucking for a bit before biting down roughly right over the bone, rendering her incoherent.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as he sucked and bit across delicate skin. Every tinge of pain was soon soothed away, his tongue laving each and every abused spot he had left. She adored when he got into this kind of mood, giving her just the right amount of pain to ratchet up her pleasure, building faster and faster. All she needed to tumble over the edge was just a little bit more. “So close…please…” she begged, squeezing her walls around him for emphasis.

Who was he to deny her? He’d have given her the moon if she asked for it. Just plucked it right out of the sky for her. He knew he was close too, after burying himself in her warm, wet core. His teeth closed over one of her nipples, tugging on it as his thumb worked furious circles on her clit.

And then it happened. Between his teeth and his hands, the pleasure consumed her, burning her up until she couldn’t stand it anymore. Her peak came suddenly, heralded by a keening wail, her walls clamping down around him and triggering his own peak.

He kept going through it, riding out the high as her walls milked him dry, continuing until he just couldn’t take the stimulation anymore. Carefully, he withdrew from her.

She hissed as he scraped her overly sensitized insides. The whole experience had been so intense, over so quickly that she was dazed, a hazy aura surrounding everything. Sleep would soon pull her under. “Te amo,” she whispered, giving him a sweet kiss and succumbing to sleep shortly after.

Despite her exhaustion, she found herself awaking in the middle of the night. The moon illuminated the room with a soft white glow breaking up the darkness. Although having Félix hold her in his arms helped, she still wasn’t always able to sleep through the night. For once, her mind was quiet, but her pounding heart hadn’t gotten the message.

Not wanting to wake Félix, she rose out of bed quietly, slipping on her nightgown to go take a walk and calm herself. The fabric was soft but stung as it came over her neck and chest. Her fingers prodded where his teeth had explored, causing her to wince. He hadn’t been that rough with her, had he?

Thankfully, she could expect the bathroom to be empty at this late hour. Examining her reflection shocked her: a series of nasty-looking bruises and bite marks were strewn over her neck and chest, standing out quite dramatically. There was no way she’d be able to cover all of them up. Félix had gotten carried away, but in his defense, she hadn’t minded. Really, the only people who would, they wouldn’t see until breakfast…

So she had to fix it before then. She snuck down to the kitchen, gritting her teeth to keep quiet as her nightgown rubbed over bruised flesh. Julieta kept a reserve of emergency food here somewhere…

“Aha!” she exclaimed triumphantly, fishing an arepa out of a covered basket. Soon her skin would be unblemished and there would be no embarrassing questions in the morning.

Suddenly, she heard rustling behind her. Startled, she turned around to see Bruno standing in the doorway, rubbing his eyes.

“Pepa? What are you doing here?” he asked so sleepily it was a wonder he hadn’t passed out on the spot.

“I- what are you doing here?” she turned the question around on him anxiously, adjusting her nightgown to cover more of her chest. “Haven’t you gone to bed yet?”

But the gesture only drew more attention to where she had been marked. Bruno’s eyes trailed over the many marks, widening at the sheer number. “Couldn’t sleep. Seems like you weren’t doing much sleeping either.” He pointed his lips at her exposed skin.

Face burning up, Pepa crossed her arms over her chest, still clutching the arepa. “That’s none of your business.”

“You’re right, you’re right.” He held up his hands in defeat. “But…Pepi…” His jaw dropped as his sleepy brain worked to process what he was seeing.

Pepa decided she’d had enough. “‘But, Pepi’ nothing. Go to bed, Bruno.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. Kind of been having a hard time adjusting to being back home, sleeping in a real bed.” He blinked blearily, eyes still glued in horror to his sister’s neck. “You sure you’re okay?”

Pepa wasn’t sure which one of them was more mortified by the encounter. She really didn’t need her brother knowing what she got up to in bed. Needless to say, she didn’t dignify the question with a response.

Meanwhile, he had started hyperventilating and clung to the doorway. This awkward spell had to end.

“This never happened.” Pepa stared Bruno down, biting into the arepa and chewing it slowly.

“This never happened,” he repeated dutifully, shrinking into himself and looking like he wanted to disappear off the face of the earth.

She finished the arepa, licking the crumbs off her fingers, then prodded at her neck, which felt less bruised.

“One more ought to do it.”

“Why are you talking?” Pepa glared at him balefully.

“Just trying to help.” He shrugged.

“You can help by leaving and never speaking of this again,” she huffed, taking a second arepa out of the basket.

“Okay, okay.” He shifted his weight from foot to foot, scratching his head nervously. “Pepa?”

“Yes, Bruno?” she replied around a mouthful of arepa.

“It’s nice to be home.” He gave her a small smile.

She closed her eyes, sighing, willing herself not to blow up on him. “I’m glad you’re back, Bruno,” she said, keeping her tone measured. “Not so thrilled about you being here right now though.”

“Believe, me, I’m not either,” he rushed to assure her.

“And yet you’re still standing here.”

“Right, right.” He backed out of the doorway, looking terrified.

Pepa returned her attention to polishing off the second arepa. A few quick swipes over her skin told her she was healed. Sighing in relief, she could look at him again.

When she saw the look on his face, Pepa softened. “Get some sleep, Bruno. You look like you need it.”

He rubbed his eyes. “Thanks, I’ll try. Good night, Pepa.”