Chapter 29: Something Sweet
Santiago
After this delicious meal, in which every mouthful seemed an explosion of flavors, I rose from the table with a light heart and a soothed mind. The laughter and lively conversation between us still echoed in my mind, but part of me said I must stay focused on more serious matters. As I leave the house, I take a moment to breathe in the fresh evening air, savoring the tranquility that surrounds me. The streets in the distance are bathed in a soft golden light.
However, a worrying shadow hangs over me and my eyes see red just thinking about it. I call Alvaro, my man of trust, to make sure that Orely's house is in watchful eyes. I know now that her safety is paramount, and I couldn't afford to take any risks after what she's been through, while she's slowly recovering. I also know that she hasn't yet broached the subject of how I was able to track her down, and that won't be long.
Somewhere, I'm preparing myself for any eventuality. I made it quite clear that an effective security system had to be put in place. By surrounding the perimeter with vigilant bodyguards, ready to intervene at the slightest alert.
As I walked to my car, my phone in hand, I thought about how I could better protect her while enjoying the lightness that this meal had brought me. The duality of my emotions pushes me to act, to take care of her, while enjoying the moments of joy I've just experienced. In the meantime, my soul smokes with anger at the idea that my father dared to go after Orely. I'll take care of him personally. There's no hurry, I've got plenty of time. Tomorrow I'll pay a surprise visit to my godmother, an enigmatic woman who has always kept her secrets well hidden.
She was the last person to share memories with my mother, and I have the intuition that she holds answers to questions I don't even dare formulate. Why is the coffin empty? Where is my mother's body? The questions haunt me, like ghosts in the night. Outside, the first stars begin to twinkle in the dark sky. It reminds me of the stories my godmother used to tell me when I was a child, stories of family, of distant but brief journeys.
Somewhere deep inside me, I sense that there are shadowy areas in these stories, silences that are heavy with meaning. As I settle into the car, in the glove compartment, I pull out an old photo of my mother that she had formally asked me to hide, as my father had burned all the photos of my mother so that there would be no memories of them in the house. In between my fingers, my eyes fixed on the photo, I contemplate it with a heavy heart, telling myself that it's the only thing I have left of her.
She was beautiful, radiant and full of life, surrounded by flowers. She was certainly smiling, but behind that smile I perceived a sadness, a melancholy I'd never really understood. What had she been hiding? What had she been running away from? With my heart pounding, I'm ready to face the secrets of the past. I can no longer ignore the mysteries that tickle my curiosity. The night advances, and with it the anguish of an imminent revelation.
With my heart pounding, I'm ready to face the secrets of the past. I can no longer ignore the mysteries that arouse my curiosity. The night lengthens, and with it the anguish of an imminent revelation feels like a time bomb. In the darkness of the night, I turn on the ignition and the engine purrs softly. A small smile forms on my lips and I'm content with today's good times with Orely, especially the intimate shower episode, which makes me laugh heartily.
Under the warm water on our skins, we were in a sphere of serenity far from the outside world. With her natural audacity, Orely had taken the lead, drawing me into a whirlwind of sensations. I still remember the way she surprised me, offering unexpected moments of pleasure, as if time had frozen in bliss. Also with the absence of the condom, she played it well.
That relaxing yet intimate atmosphere where steam rose around us, enveloping us in an atmosphere of inexplicable complicity.
Surprised but delighted, I let myself be carried away by this moment, charged with tension and desire, and our exchanged glances filled with promise.
Thinking back to the moments when she caressed and sucked me, I'm hard again. Her wet hands and the warmth of her mouth on my member were a delight where every gesture was tender and intense, savoring every moment of her caresses. I savored her pumping me with her mouth and hand and occasionally licking and engulfing my balls, while her hand continued to torture my member. Then she added her other hand to go back and forth.
"All right, that's enough or I'll have to jerk off right here in my car. I'll do it when I get home," I murmured.
So what? I'm a man and I really want to take her, but right now it's almost impossible.
And we know very well that Orely let himself go under the influence of emotion and stress. But she needed it. As I'm about to start the car, I send her a text wishing her a good night and after a few seconds, I smile stupidly, seeing her text with a heart emoji.
\[Good night to you too my angel\]
One hour later..
After a quick, invigorating shower, I enter my warm, refined bedroom, which is dimly lit by sconces hanging on the walls.
In short, I'm a minimalist. A large contemporary painting of a Bora-Bora beach hangs above the bed, adding an artistic touch and a tropical ambience to the room. Sitting comfortably on the edge of my bed, I'm wearing a casual T-shirt and jogging pants.
My mind wanders to Orely, a thought that makes me smile wryly. I close my eyes and there she stands before me, with a captivating figure, dressed in a black lace nightie that hugs her form perfectly. The fabric is almost transparent, revealing the softness of her skin and highlighting her perky breasts.
Floral lace motifs add a touch of romance, while highlighting the sensuality of her body. Her curves are enhanced by the fitted cut of the chemise, which widens slightly at the hips, creating a graceful touch with every move. Her delicate straps slide over her shoulders, as does her lightly waved hair, framing an angel's face. She approaches me in a feline way, embodying seduction. I can see her firm breasts in her bold lingerie, giving me a glimpse of her already erect nipples.
Hmm, that turns me on. I let my fantasies carry me away, imagining the erotic scene perfectly. A warmth invades my whole body and I take off my T-shirt and jogging pants. Then she takes off my boxer shorts and my penis is at attention. In turn, she slowly removes her bra in front of me and swings it to the floor, freeing her breasts from the fine lace, which I watch with appetite. I moisten my lips as I notice that she's not wearing any panties. Sitting on my cock, she lets her very wet intimacy slide, making the movement up and down. My hands automatically caress her breasts as I watch her moan with pleasure.
"Oh baby, your pussy is so wet. Put my cock inside your cunt. I want to feel my scrotum deeply inside you."
"Shit, baby, you're so warm. Yes that's it, keep going, I whispered as I stroked my very hard member."
I keep on wanking and my cock is so hard right now.
"Damn baby, keep going sweetheart, it feels so good that I want to cum inside you."
I imagine her pulling out of me and then giving me oral sex.
"Jesus, yes, like this, it feels so good. Don't stop. That's it, take my cock my baby girl. I breathe on a groan. You're so amazing, Orely."
I'm almost getting closer to the edge of orgasm. I continue whispering her name by saying to cum for me. I fancy her moaning with my command words to make her off the edge too. It feels so good.
She leans in to kiss me fiercely and quickly positions herself backwards, her breasts jutting out, moving as if they are dancing the salsa. She's so fucking beautiful. Her nipples furled harder to my words and my ridge of my cock hit her clit so perfectly an orgasm razed through her. I jerk off faster and faster until I let out a loud roar that makes my body shake with pleasure. My hand fills with my warm liquid and all over my belly.
Here my night ends beautifully.