Chapter 48: A Little Exhilaration

Santiago

A moment that was not expected, but it seems an excellent idea in the end: the power cut. My hand, caressing her arm, automatically moves slowly down to brush in between her thighs. Hmm, she is already wet. The alcohol is flowing through our veins and I, being a handsome and gallant man, know how to handle my hands. I continue to contemplate her with my fingers as she runs her hand over my member, which is already hard under my shorts. Her tender caress encourages me to explore her refined body, awakening a deep desire within me.

She is so sexy in this little V-shaped dress, wide open, that I can tell she is not wearing a bra. I gently remove her outfit and, in the moonlight, catch a glimpse of her taut, firm breasts. I lick, bite and pinch her nipples. I spend several minutes on her generous breasts, which excite me, and she can't help moaning at my attacks. I keep moving down towards her intimacy and hear her short breaths. My legs spread hers, giving me better access. I take a firm grip on her pelvis and blow on her already swollen rose.

I caress her lips gently with my warm tongue, passing over her clit and entrance. She is moaning and I love it.

"You are so delicious, my pretty.” I say, enforcing a finger inside her to make slow back-and-forth movements, and I can see that it is torture for her, but she keeps up the rhythm.

"Hmm, that feels so good.." she moans, running her hands through my hair, tugging at it from time to time.

I go back to her sex and taste her. Fuck! She drives me crazy, she is so perfect with her little moans and she is so tight. I take my time savoring her and sensing her impatience, I take off my shorts, rubbing my cock against her cunt. That alone is so good. Without wasting any more time, I slip on a condom from the nightstand drawer.

"Fuck Santi.."

I look at her intensely and begin to enter her slowly. Penetrating centimetre by centimetre, I lean in to kiss her and push a little harder. I feel her hands gripping my hips and I speed up the rhyme.

"Oh yes, keep going, I am almost.."

"Come for me, baby"

She explodes for me and I don't slow down the rhyme and continue my movements. I pull back to sit on the bed and motion for her to climb on top of me. She takes my cock in her hand and guides it into her. I move around giving her pelvic thrusts that make her flinch.

I cup one of her breasts with my mouth while using my other hand to guide my hips through energetic thrusts. Soon, waves of pleasure engulf me, and I let out a satisfied grunt. I pull her close, her head resting on my chest. I softly kiss her hair as we drift off into sleep together.

Orely

The following day 7:30 p.m

The next morning, the warm rays of the sun gently warm my face. I slowly open my eyes and realize that Santiago is no longer beside me. With the effects of the alcohol and having succumbed to the advances of the handsome man who managed to seduce me, my mind refuses to quiet down, anticipating everything we did last night. His hunger was insatiable, and I got up cautiously, scanning my surroundings.

I get out of bed, collect my clothes that are resting on the armchair near a table, while the night before they were strewn all over the floor. I go to relax in a pleasant lukewarm bath for half an hour. Ah, what a wonderful feeling. I can't believe I am in such a place with such a handsome man, and yet it is indeed the case. He is sweet, tender, adorable, and funny with me, because so far he has shown it by pleasing me despite my somewhat insignificant bad temper, I would say.

I step out of the bathroom, drying myself off and slipping into a silk robe that glides gently over my skin, accentuating my curves without revealing too much, and the delicate belt emphasizes my waist. I look in the mirror to carefully adjust the ties. To complete my look, I opt for matching lingerie, creating a subtle contrast to the robe. I lightly apply perfume behind my ears and a bit on my wrists, adding the final touch.

Dressing like this makes me feel more comfortable during breakfast. I style my hair slightly into a loose bun and then leave the bathroom to head to the kitchen, where the delicious smell of the morning meal tickles my nostrils.

I see Santiago standing by the sink with his back to me, mincing some green onions and mixing them into the beaten eggs in a bowl, then adding small pieces of cheese and chopped onion. He is wearing a burgundy tank top and white shorts with slippers.

He suddenly turns and gives me a smile as if he knows I have just arrived.

"Good morning my pretty, did you sleep well?" he claims, placing the grilled chicken pieces on a plate that he's just pan-fried.

"Good morning, yes, but how did you know I was here?"

"It was your sweet perfume that gave you away. You smell so good."

"Hmm, I can see that, but thank you. Tell me, can I help you, for example, wash some tomatoes to make a salad?"

"But of course, it is as you wish, you are at home too."

What a privilege ! He is always so nice.

"Okay, and I did not know that you liked to cook." I say as I walk over to the large vegetable basket on the worktop in the center of the room and pick out a few red and green tomatoes.

I take a bowl out of the cupboard, which it took me a few seconds to find, to put the tomatoes in.