El Encaje que Recuerda

The scent hit me the moment I unlocked the hotel room door—jasmine, the same cheap perfume she’d worn for years. My hand froze on the handle. The room was dark, but I knew that silhouette on the bed, the curve of her hip under the thin sheet.

“Maya,” I said, my voice coming out rougher than I intended.

“Hello, Leo.” She didn’t move, but I heard the smile in her voice. “I bribed the front desk. Told them I was your wife.”

“You’re not my wife.”

“No,” she said, and the word hung in the air like smoke. “I’m not.”

I dropped my bag by the door. The city hummed below, but up here, there was only the hum of the AC and the sound of her breathing. She sat up slowly, and the sheet slipped. She was wearing nothing but lace—black, delicate, the kind she knew I couldn’t resist. Her thighs were bare, pale in the dim light.

“This is a business trip, Maya.”

“It’s always business with you.” She stood. “But I didn’t come here to talk business.”

She crossed the room, and I didn’t move. Her hand found my belt, fingers working the buckle with practiced ease. “Three years,” she whispered. “Three years, and I still dream about the way you fuck me.”

I caught her wrist. “Maya…”

“Don’t.” Her eyes met mine, dark and fierce. “Don’t you dare tell me we shouldn’t. I flew four hours for this.”

I kissed her. It wasn’t gentle—it was hungry, the kind of kiss that tastes like memory and regret. Her mouth opened under mine, and I felt her sigh, felt her body press against me. I pushed her back toward the bed, and she went willingly, laughing softly.

“You’re still so impatient.”

“You’re still so loud.”

She bit her lip. “Then make me be quiet.”

I pulled her panties down her thighs—slowly, watching the lace stretch and give. She was already wet; I could feel it, the slick heat of her against my fingers. She gasped when I touched her, her head falling back, and I covered her mouth with my palm.

“Shh,” I breathed against her ear. “The walls are thin.”

She nodded, eyes wide, and I felt her smile against my hand. I pushed her legs apart, settling between them. The room was quiet except for the wet sounds of my fingers moving inside her, the muffled moans she tried to swallow.

“God, Maya,” I muttered, feeling her clench around me. “You’re so tight.”

She grabbed my wrist, guiding me deeper. Her nails bit into my skin. I pulled my hand away and positioned myself at her entrance, watching her face as I pushed inside. She moaned against her own fist, her back arching off the mattress.

I moved slow at first, savoring the feel of her—the familiar heat, the way she wrapped around me like she’d never let go. Then she whispered, “Faster,” and I lost myself.

The bed creaked. I grabbed her hips, tilted her, drove into her harder. She bit her lip so hard I thought she’d draw blood, but the sounds still escaped—little whimpers, choked breaths. I pressed my hand over her mouth again, felt her hot breath against my palm.

“You like that?” I asked, my voice low. “You like getting fucked in a hotel room like a stranger?”

She nodded frantically, and I felt her start to tremble. I kept going, pounding into her, the headboard knocking against the wall. Her legs wrapped around me, heels digging into my back, and I buried my face in her neck, breathing in jasmine and sweat.

“I’m close,” she gasped.

“Hold it.”

She shook her head, but I slowed, just enough to torture her. She whimpered, bucking against me, and I laughed softly.

“Say please.”

“Please,” she breathed. “Please, Leo, I need—“

I slammed into her, and she came with a strangled cry, her body clenching around me. I followed seconds later, buried deep, my forehead against hers. For a long moment, neither of us moved.

Then she laughed, a soft, breathless sound. “Jesus.”

“Yeah.”

She reached up, touched my cheek. “I missed this. Missed you.”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t know how. I just lay there, feeling her heartbeat against mine, the lace of her panties still tangled around her ankle.

“We’re not done,” she whispered.

I looked at her. “No. We’re not.”

CATEGORIES: [Panties, Ex-Girlfriend, Hotel]