Chapter 17: Night-Time Garden

Orely

Disturbed by his words, I went to the bottom of the garden to get as far away from the house as possible and enjoy a moment of peace and quiet, but it was all in vain as he followed me and grabbed my hand. I can feel the warmth of his hand in mine, and we draw closer and our eyes meet. Every glance is charged with infinite tenderness. I close my eyes for a moment, then open them again. A soft, fragile glint shines in her eyes.The moon shines high in the sky, gently illuminating the landscape and creating a magical atmosphere around us. The stars sparkle like diamonds, adding a special touch to this nocturnal evening.

Time seems to stand still, and in this cocoon of serenity, I forget the outside world. Everyday worries fade away, giving way to my own inexplicable bubble. A moment both intimate and strange. The atmosphere appears to be unreal, the fresh grass all around and the peaceful silence that speaks volumes while the scent of nocturnal flowers perfumes the air. We found ourselves in a quiet corner, away from the house lights. Here, we were able to sit on a wooden bench, surrounded by the gentle murmur of wind in the trees and the distant chirping of crickets.

"So you're running away from me?"

"Not at all."

"Why did you leave without saying a word?"

Nervous, I look away but he gently turns my face with his fingers towards him.

"You seem a little tense. Do I intimidate you? The last time we met, you were much more relaxed, and we talked without restraint."

"Last time, you were the star and a big man of the show, so conversation was easier."

"What has changed since then?"

"Now you're a man who exudes sensuality a thousand miles away."

A light laugh escaped Santiago's lips, a laugh that struck me as surprisingly more genuine than anything he'd expressed before. Then, suddenly regaining his gravity, he leans slightly towards me and reaches for my face. He runs the back of his fingers along my cheek, sending a shiver through my entire being. He brings his face close to mine and I feel his breath caress my jaw before slipping to my ear. Then, turning my head slightly towards him, he seals our lips in a kiss, soft at first, like a touch, and then his tongue delicately intrudes to meet mine in a voluptuous dance.

"I want you right now," he adds, his voice full of palpable sensuality.

The atmosphere seems to be charged with an electrifying tension, each word spoken making it more irresistible. I feel his breath against my skin and the whole world seems to slow down. His hands come to rest on my waist, gently brushing it, and every touch ignites my senses. I cling to him, my fingers sliding over the nape of his neck. I feel caught up in his gaze, a whirlwind of unacknowledged desires and promises awakening within me. I let myself be swept away by this than a reality, a shared desire. His lips play with mine as one of his hands slides down the small of my back and the other delicately nuzzles the nape of my neck to deepen our embrace. He traps my bottom lip, pulling it gently with his teeth in a gesture of possession. Moments later, he tilts me onto the bench and my mind ceases all activity. Our kiss becomes more passionate, his hands begin to explore my body, first over the fabric of my dress, then, after he managed to undo the zipper at the back, directly over my burning skin. Despite the warmth of his hands, I shiver, deeply absorbing his masculine scent as he runs his fingers down my neck, my shoulder blades, before tenderly grasping one of my breasts in his palm.

At this contact, I can't hold back a slight moan that's muffled between our still-linked mouths. This little sound amplifies the excitement of the man dominating me, and he lowers himself a little more on me, covering me with all his weight. Like a mechanism, I straighten my pelvis slightly to stick a little closer to him, feeling through the tissues his erection. He can't help but let out a grunt of envy and grips my chest with much greater hardness. Our breaths mingle, our flesh drawing ever closer in a sensual dance. He leaves my lips suddenly, before placing his lips in the hollow of my neck, kissing every inch of skin on the way from his mouth to my chest. When his tongue begins to dance over the tips of my nipples, I can't hold back my gasps. He teases them with his mouth, sucking, nibbling and licking my skin.

Santiago

When I get to her house, I see her in the distance in her big garden. I turn off the engine and get out of the car. As I approached their lovely home, I spotted his mother, who greeted me warmly. Their home features elegant architecture with contemporary materials creating an aesthetic and sustainable look. The façade is adorned with well-sized windows, welcoming entrance doors and plants that brighten up their pretty balcony. With the added touch of beauty of their huge garden, the house is even more magnificent. Before I even ask her anything, she speaks up.

"Good evening, Mr. Santiago. If you're looking for Orely, she's in the garden. It's like her second home, and she spends hours in this grove enjoying the tranquility and beauty of nature."

"Good evening, Madam? But you can just call me Santiago. And you think I can go and see her?"

"Lucia de la Cruz. Okay good, noted. Of course you can. I don't need to accompany you, you already know the way. Oh yes, thank you for the invitation to the inauguration of your new casino-hotel, it was spectacular."

"Very nice name. I'm glad you liked it."

"You flatter me, young man, but I won't keep you any longer."

"Alright, I'm going to join her right now."

"Go ahead!"

She's a very friendly lady. Her benevolent attitude creates a friendly environment that leaves a feeling of well-being.

Facing Orely, I can't control myself and for the first time, I've broken my own rules when it comes to fucking a woman. She looks shy to me, but she lets herself be. I step back for a moment, removing my shirt with hurried movements, when suddenly she stops me.

"Is something wrong?"

When I look up, her eyes are full of desire, with her smooth skin and goddess-like body driving me crazy.

"Aren't we going a bit too fast?"

In complete calm, I lean down to kiss the bottom of her neck. A little moan comes from her mouth. It's discreet like her. I lift my head and place kisses on her cheek and the corner of her mouth. Pleasantly slow, I taste her soft lips. You're thinking too much, let yourself go," I say between kisses. Sitting on the bench, I kneel, removing her panties and spreading her legs. Her vulva is swollen and I caress her lips gently, passing over her clit and her entrance. I run my warm tongue over her, licking, sucking and turning slowly.

"Fuck Santi..." she moans breathlessly.

I push a finger in and slowly move back and forth. She's tight but so erotic. I breathe hard and return to taste her intimacy by pushing a second finger inside her. I stop for a moment and stand up to unbutton my jeans, which I then remove. I lay her down gently and rub my member against her wet rose. That alone is too good. I grab a condom from one of the pockets of my jeans and slip it on immediately. I look into her eyes intensely as I penetrate her gently, inch by inch to give her walls time to adjust to my size. I lean in to kiss her and push a little harder. I probe my gaze and she blinks to tell me that all is well. I penetrate her forcefully and she holds herself against me with one hand, while the other holds one of her thighs apart to allow me to sink into her to the hilt. I pick up the pace and move up her hips a little, caressing her knob of flesh. She whispers my name and I follow her closely. Her body tenses as I growl against her neck, my breathing ragged. We stand still for a moment, my body on hers, enjoying the gentle breeze that caresses my face and hair, keeping her in a state of delicious torpor. My lips find her temple, placing a tender kiss, and I smile at her.

"Did you like it?" I ask with a teasing look.