Chapter 49: In The Kitchen

Santiago

By all the gods, she is so sexy! I secretly watch her, slightly pivoting to catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye. She pulls a mixing bowl from the cupboard, which took her a few seconds to find, to put the tomatoes in and takes the opportunity to peel an onion before washing them.

So as not to let her know I am watching her, I answer the question by turning to put some oil in the frying pan to cook the omelette. But I have not turned on the induction stove yet.

"Let's just say I manage, even though I am used to eating dishes already prepared by my cooks. And if you must know, after Cecilia brought in the shopping bags early this morning, I asked her how the oven and induction hobs work."

"Oh, Mister is playing the chef today?"

As she approaches me to turn on the tap to wash the vegetables, I stand behind her to inhale her sweet perfume. I move a little closer to her until there's no space between our bodies.

She jolts and shivers slightly when I wrap my hands around her waist to caress her lower belly and slide one of my hands toward her intimacy. She makes it easier for me by tying up her hair, and I place a few gentle kisses on her neck.

Wedged between the sink and my imposing body, I whisper in her ear.

"And you are the main ingredient for simmering against my body." I try to incite her even more.

"You are not helping me, Santi.." she whispers.

"I am starving, but of you, my pretty." I whisper, untying her robe as she leaves the tap on, responding to my caresses.

Damn! She is not wearing any underwear, which makes me all the more eager to remove her robe as soon as possible. I press against her hips and she feels

my erection. Then I sit down to lick her tight little ass. I rise to caress her generous breasts, which are exposed to the air.

Impatient, I turned her against me to look her straight in the eye.

"I want you, Orely. I want you, now."

Without a word, I take hold of her lips with authority and lift her firmly by the buttocks, carrying her to the islet abandoning all the things we do as they are on the spot.

Orely

I currently find myself in the kitchen and while trying to help him prepare breakfast, things don't go as planned. In his tank top showing off his big muscular arms, he grabs me by the waist, letting his hands roam over my intimacy. I feel all warm, overwhelmed by desire.

I can no longer concentrate on what I was doing, and now the tap is left running. In an unexpected moment, he takes off my clothes and starts to explore my body. My God, it feels so good. From his snide expression, I can tell that he is pleased that I am not wearing a bra. This guy is going to kill me with passion, he makes me feel things when he is near me.

Suddenly, he lifts me and gently sets me down on the countertop. He takes off his tank top and shorts, which I watch with desire while biting my lower lip. He approaches me, spreads one of my thighs slightly and slides his fingers inside me. I jump in surprise at this sudden intrusion before automatically arching my back under his movements. He observes my reactions with eyes filled with desire. He slowly increases the tension so that the climax becomes all the more powerful. His lips wander over every inch of my skin.

Pausing for a moment on my left boob before resuming his journey down my body, he keeps on tickling my

wet pussy with his fingers. When I feel his breath on my lower abdomen, a shiver runs down my spine and a tingling runs through my clitoris. His lips slide over my skin, kissing my inner thighs and the top of my cunt.

He brushes one's lips against my pleasure button before gently running his tongue over it and I immediately go dark, gripping his head to accentuate the pressure. Heat rises inside me, each caress bringing me closer to ecstasy. I feel my body throbbing in Santiago's hand. Suddenly, all my muscles contract and I let out a moan. The orgasm is so powerful that I'm shaking from head to toe.

"Hmm, that's nice," he whispers in my ear and kisses me passionately to let me taste my flavor. Do you want to feel me inside you, my pretty?

Without hesitation, I grab his face to show him my desire to feel him inside me, which is just waiting for him.

Take me right now." I reply.

A smile spreads across his mouth because he knows I want him inside me at this very moment. With skill, he removes his boxer shorts, freeing his blood-soaked cock from its cloth prison. I watch him doing it, tempted and impatient. He tosses this one across the room. He rubs his member over my vulva, slippery with my hectare juice, and we moan in unison. Envy and passion are at their peak. He can't resist any longer, so he picks up a condom he's found I don't know where, slips it on and stares at me, beginning an insertion.

He moves back and forth slowly and I close my eyes as he penetrates me gently and delicately. He plunges his tongue into my mouth and we exchange the French Kiss. I let out a soft moan and as I feel him inside me a little more, his movements are slow, accompanied by whimpers merging.

He takes one of my breasts, licks my nipple and keeps up the rhyme. It is deliciously intense. My claws in his back intensify and sensing that my orgasm is near, he multiplies his movements more rapidly while continuing to suck my nipple.