Well Worth the Wait
a Sonny & Brenda story
Chapter 20--NC 17
"I've always wanted to go to Mexico!" Brenda exclaimed as they entered their luxury hotel room. "Well here you are," Sonny replied, handing the bellman a sizeable tip. "Muchas Gracias Senor!" the man exclaimed, and left. "So, why aren't we in Cancun?" Brenda asked. "I wanted somewhere less touristy, more private," Sonny told her. Brenda didn't suspect that he had an ulterior motive; he wanted to be hard to find if things didn't work out as planned back in Port Charles. Sonny knew he'd have a hard time relaxing with everything that was hanging over his head, but he had to try. He wanted Brenda to have a good time, and didn't want her to worry about anything.
After a day on the beach, the couple returned to their room to shower and change for dinner. Of course, the shower turned into an erotic event that took quite a bit of time. They lathered each other up with soap, and then, before rinsing off, Sonny turned Brenda around to face the wall. He bent his knees and entered her. Brenda shuddered as he filled her up, and put her palms flat on the wall for support. Sonny wrapped one strong arm around her pelvis and began thrusting. "Oh God Sonny…it's so damn good!" Brenda cried. "The fucking best baby," Sonny growled in response. "Fuck me harder!" Brenda yelled over the sound of the shower. "You don't have to ask me twice," Sonny thought, increasing the force of his movements. "Shit baby, I'm cumming!" Sonny exclaimed moments later. "Give it to me Sonny!" Brenda yelled back, teetering on the edge herself. After a few more powerful thrusts, Sonny came, taking Brenda with him. "Yeeeeesssssss!" she wailed as she orgasmed. Sonny remained inside of her, holding her close. He caressed her soapy breasts with his hands, as Brenda turned her head sideways so he could kiss her. It wasn't long before she felt him hardening inside of her. "Again?" she questioned. Sonny beamed, and replied, "always sweetheart."
Finally, they went down for dinner, and were led to a private
table overlooking the ocean. "It's so beautiful here," Brenda sighed.
"You're so beautiful," Sonny replied. "You know, that halter
top you wouldn't let me buy on my birthday would have been perfect for tonight,"
she teased "Oh no," Sonny shot back, "I've got enough problems
without having to beat up every guy that would have looked at you in it."
Brenda got serious, "what problems?" "Never mind." "No
Sonny, tell me. Is there another reason we came down here?" Sonny felt
unable to lie to her, and replied, "yeah." "What's going on?"
"There's some trouble in Port Charles." "What does that mean?"
"Joe decided to make a move on Frank Smith…my boss. He wanted my
help, and I refused." "Wait a minute, 'your boss'? I thought you
were the boss?" "I am, in Port Charles, but Frank runs the whole
territory; most of the East Coast and the Caribbean." "But not Mexico?"
Brenda asked nervously. "No, not Mexico." "So Joe wants to
take it over?" "That's right." "And because you wouldn't
help him, he's out to get you too?" "Pretty much." "Oh
my God Sonny! So what happens if Joe's successful?" "Then we're
in trouble babe; but that's not going to happen." "Why not?"
"Let's just say I've made some plans too. It'll be fine." Brenda
wasn't convinced, and wasn't sure if Sonny was either. Then, a thought struck
her. "Sonny…what about my father?" Sonny stared at her; that
was the one thing he hadn't thought of. "He'll…he'll be fine sweetheart."
"Are you sure?" "Positive," Sonny told her. He couldn't
be any less positive if he tried.