"Benito, yes!" was echoing through his mind and it turned him on. Marissa's moans had been hot and he loved revisiting this memory, even though they were laying next to each other. They both had just come down from their highs and he already wanted to repeat it. Marissa had locked his moans in her memory as well. When he had called her Mami multiple times, she had lost it. At some point, he had lost the ability to speak English but it hadn't mattered since she had loved his dirty talk in Spanish. "Didn't you want to leave once you're done?" Marissa then asked a little tired. She didn't want him to leave but she wanted it to get done fast, so she didn't even have the chance to getting used to him. "Who said I was done with you?" Benito questioned, turning his head towards her. A smile spread across Marissa's face.

„I'm gonna take a bath, I need to wash myself." Marissa said, getting out of her bed in the evening. Benito was still with her. „If you want to leave, you know where the door is." Marissa mumbled as she opened her closet to grab some fresh clothes. Benito didn't say anything to that, instead he got up from the bed as well. Like a lost puppy, he followed her into the bathroom. Marissa put her clothes onto the closed toilet, then she bent herself over the bathtub to turn on the water. Benito couldn't help but eye her back. He still couldn't get enough of her body. When Marissa had gotten back up, she walked over to a small shelf where she kept her bathbombs. „You're still here." she commented, while looking for a specific scent. „You said you wanted satisfaction but you aren't satisfied yet and I'm not leaving until I granted that wish." Benito replied, leaning against the doorframe. „What are you talking about?" Marissa asked confused. „You haven't come yet." he gave back, shrugging. Marissa looked at him as if he was crazy. „Of course I have." she said still a little confused. „You can't fool me, Mami. You didn't fake it and you were close, yes, but you didn't finish." Benito replied, pushing himself off of the doorframe. Marissa was too stunned to speak, so she just turned back to the shelf and started searching again. Benito chuckled, before he walked up to her. Since he knew that she was trying to waste time, he reached over her head and randomly grabbed one of the bathbombs.

Marissa was sitting on one side of the filled bathtub while Benito had sat down in the oposite corner. „How are you gonna make me come if we don't have any condoms left?" Marissa questioned, shoving some foam out of her way. „Sit on the edge and you'll see." Benito responded, pushing one of his locks out of his face. Hesitatingly, Marissa pushed herself out of the water. When she had sat down on the edge of the bathtub with her feet still in the water, Benito moved towards her. He stopped between her legs, kneeling in front of her. He was almost as tall as her which is why he had to pull her face towards him, when he kissed her. While they were making out, his hands found their way to her hips. He was digging his nails into her skin, causing her to let out a quiet moan. Benito broke their kiss, smiled to himself and pulled her closer to the edge, so only her asscheeks where still on the porcellan. As soon as he started to place kissed onto her body, he noticed that she tensed up. „Relax, Mami." he whispered, brushing his lips over the skin on her chest. Marissa was trying to relax but she couldn't. Her ex had made it impossible to enjoy getting eaten out. „What's wrong?" Benito asked, when he realised that it was only getting worse. „Uh, I just don't like getting eaten out." she quickly mumbled. She wasn't looking at him. It was an excuse and she hoped he would buy it. Benito looked up at her. The horny, confident woman in front of him, had turned into a shy girl, afraid of anything more than kissing. He let go of her hips and cupped her cheeks to make her look at him. Marissa was avoiding eye contact. „Talk to me, what happened?" he softly asked. Something about the way he was looking at her, told her that she could tell him. Marissa sighed and nodded. „My ex... he... always said it's nasty because he didn't like how I tasted. The only times he would do it without getting mad when I asked was in the shower." she said calmly. Benito nodded and bit his lip. „He made you feel dirty for it." he concluded. Marissa nodded and surpressed the memory of her ex going on a tempertantrum because she had asked him one time. It had traumatised her. „Okay, Marissa, you're not dirty. And there's nothing I love doing more than this." Benito said, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. Marissa stayed quiet. Sighing, Benito gave in, he wasn't gonna force her. „Okay, I won't do it but I want to taste you at least." he said and Marissa nodded. She was okay with that. Before going back to what he was doing, he grabbed her hand. „If you want me to stop, squeeze my hand." he offered, before placing a kiss on her stomach. She was a lot more relaxed now, so she nodded. Benito didn't trail the kisses right to her center, he kissed her inner thighs first, then went to her hip bones and and continued going down. The first kiss on her center, let her gasp. She had forgotten how good it could feel.

Marissa's breathing was uneven and she didn't care how loud she was as Benito helped her through her climax. She had not told him to stop. Her hips had automatically started to move to match the ones of his tongue. Immediately after, Benito crashed his lips into hers, his finger still inside of her, helping her ride it out. Marissa could taste herself on his tongue and he had been right, she didn't taste bad, if anything it was neutral. With his right hand, Benito had helped himself out as well. „You taste good, by the way." he mumbled, trying to catch his own breath. Marissa kissed him again, she didn't want to hear it. After they had calmed down, she climbed back into the water. Benito knew that it was now time to leave, so he kissed her one more time, before he got out of the tub. Completely overwhelmed, Marissa sat in the water and listened as he put his clothes back on, grabbed his phone and jacket and then left without another word. Benito was dying on the inside as he was exiting the building. Her vulnerability had softened him for a short second but he brushed it off as soon as he saw his driver coming down the street.