Chapter 28: Sexy Snack

Orely

I let the hot water run over me like a cleansing ritual, ridding me of the impurities left by this kidnapping. It feels good. I think back on everything that's just happened. Diego's dream, which acts like an alarm in my mind, and my kidnapping, which left me a bit shaken up. Thinking back on everything that has just happened, Diego's dream echoes in my mind, acting as a wake-up call, while my abduction still leaves me puzzled, especially about how Santiago was able to discover my exact location.

While I am absorbed in my thoughts, I feel arms embracing me, followed by a soft kiss on the nape of my neck, which makes me shudder. With the steam of the hot water circulating around us, combined with the warmth of our bodies, the shower atmosphere takes on a whole new dimension. An uncontrollable desire is immediately felt between us after this immoral event that has left me in a bad way. The perfection of his body is a feast for the eyes. His core muscles are distinctly shaped, and the absence of hair enhances the radiance of his tanned torso.

My eyes go down lower than his cock which is proudly erect and impressive. A gentle warmth between my thighs lets me know I'm in for a treat. I moisten my lips and slide my tongue along the base of his sex to the tip.

"What are you doing? Are you sure you really want to do this?" He asks me as he gently lifts me up, then places a tender kiss on my lips.

"It is the least I can do after saving my life for the second time. You are going to be my personal superhero if this keeps up." I say boldly.

"Oh really! Well, for you, I'll be happy to be," he says in a broken voice as my hand strokes his fully erect crotch.

"So let yourself go. Leave it to me."

I reach down to his phallus and my tongue runs the length of it, lingering on the tip as it releases a light pre-seminal fluid. It is as stiff as I would like and I push it into my mouth, trying to go as far as I can, which proves somewhat arduous. He sighs as he places his hand on my hair to gently grasp it and pushes into my mouth.

"Hmm Orely, yes, it is so good, don't stop," he moaned softly.

I continue to stimulate him gently, playing subtly with his glans with my tongue, which I increase the rhythm, seeking to offer him maximum pleasure.

"Oh Orely, yes..you are mine, you belong to me,” he growls with pleasure.

I am discovering his possessive side, and I have to say I like it.

I bring him even closer to ecstasy by dancing my tongue around his glans, and his body begins to tremble.

"Fuck Orely.."

I continue to suck him when he suddenly spills his seed into my mouth. He lifts me up and presses me against the wall to kiss me passionately.

"You are incredible and I can't get enough of it," he whispers in my ear.

"I am glad you liked it. I don't want to break the mood, but I think we have to go, otherwise my mother will worry that we're not there."

"You are right, sweetheart." He says, kissing me.

After toweling off, we quickly put on our clothes and went to find my mother.

Santiago

"Ah Orely.. What a woman! She drives me crazy, and I confess I can't get enough of her. With her, my inner demons seem to evaporate like cigarette smoke in the air," I mused as I passed her magnificent studio and headed for the exit.

But to my surprise, I discovered, wide-eyed, that my foot had struck the Monstera, elegantly placed in a large glass vase, which sits on the floor like a diva.

If she knew how to talk, she would probably have insulted me. I can already hear her saying:

"Damn you! Look where you are sticking your filthy paws! You are messing up my leaves, you motherfucker!"

Imagine the shame! I find myself blinking, realizing that my face is right in the middle of its large cut-out leaves.

"Hell, I am the godfather of the Italian mafia and the director of a casino! I look like a moron now," I muttered in annoyance.

I hear a muffled chuckle and, pivoting slightly between the large leaves, I spot Orely, who can't help laughing.

"Yeah right, laugh it up."

"Sorry, I can't help it. You've gone straight for my green plant," she giggles, wiping tears from her eyes.

"Go on!," I grumbled, pulling my head out of the leaves.

"But what happened to put you in this funny situation?"

"Funny? Rather say it is more embarrassing!"

"It is just a plant, you know. Don't worry."

" Yeah. I was being discreet. I see you have good taste. I also have a Monstera in my office at the casino," I said, changing the subject.

"Yes, I have always been fascinated by its exotic aspect, which makes it very popular. Since it can also grow to an impressive size and add a beautiful verticality, I immediately adopted it."

"Well, let's go? I'm as hungry as a wolf," she says as she heads for the door and I follow her.

Suddenly my mother's voice is heard near the stairs.

"So, kids, you are not hungry anymore? The meal is ready."

"We are coming, Mom. Santiago wanted to see my studio, so I gave him a guided tour. We didn't see the time go by.

"Come and eat, while it is hot!"

"And what's for dinner?" asks Orely, all excited.

I can't help but smile at the look on her face that she loves her cooking.

"I have prepared torta ahogada."

Hmm, I love this. It is a typical sandwich, dipped in a spicy sauce made from vinegar, cumin and Arbol pepper. It is a small bread roll called birote, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, and is filled with carnitas, that is simply tender pork meat. It is then topped with a light layer of beans and a few pickled raw onions. I know a thing or two about it, as I often eat it in town and from what I hear, most of the locals eat it here to ward off colds, cure hangovers or get rid of infections.

"Hmm, yum ! Then what are we waiting for!" she replies enthusiastically.