Chapter 7

The lips were no longer between my teeth, and I opened my eyes. I could appreciate those eyes that devoured me without fear. He approached again, starting to descend; his nose brushed against my neck, and my collarbone, and stopped there.

"You smell so good, imagine down there."

That statement made my desire intensify, and I could feel my underwear gradually becoming wet. Samuel grabbed me by the thighs, led me to the bed, and laid me down. Standing in front of me, he assessed me. "Spread your legs!" Samuel ordered with a firm voice.

I smiled at him and crossed my legs. "Make me want to open them."

He didn't smile back, simply crouched down, removed my shorts, spread my thighs, took off my panties, and gave a single suck to my sex, then turned his eyes back to me. "Is that a good reason?"

I sat up with him still between my legs. "Great," I whispered on his lips and kissed him, pushing my tongue into his mouth.

Still crouched, Samuel began to unzip my blouse, undressing me slowly, leaving me only in sneakers. Then Samuel lifted me and took me to the table in the room. He squatted in front of me and began to explore me with his tongue. I moaned loudly with pleasure! It was great, but I knew more than anyone that I had never climaxed with oral sex before Samuel, and maybe that wouldn't be the last time with him. My arousal was growing, and I felt something wanting to explode inside me.

My moans became faster, and I climaxed in his soft and delicious mouth. Upon realizing that I was climaxing, Samuel began to suck me as if trying to extract something from within. This kept my excitement alive, and I continued moaning.

He rose and sucked my breasts as if he were hungry, but I pushed him away, stood up, and got rid of his underwear. I lowered to the height of his sex and began to suck him too.

"What a tasty mouth," Samuel said. The words came out with a moan.

I gave a final lick to the head of his sex and stood up. With his lips full of my juices, I led him to the bed with a hungry and flavorful kiss.

He lay down, and I started riding on his member. I couldn't take it anymore when he pulled me off, settled me with my head on two pillows, and asked me to get on all fours. The penetration began very slowly, and the rhythm gradually increased.

"You're a naughty one," Samuel said, bent over me.

"Me, why?" I asked, playing the victim with a sweet voice.

"Don't make that voice again, or I'll put it behind," Samuel warned. He gave a bite to my ear.

"What voice?" I asked again with a naughty look.

He grabbed me by the hair and lifted me. "See why you're a naughty one?"

He took his sex out of me, made me suck his fingers, and started masturbating me. My hands clung to his hair, and my moans echoed in the room.

I knew what he was doing. He was making me beg for him to take me from behind, knew that I wanted it, and desired that I asked for it.

I couldn't resist and loudly pleaded, "Oh, stop it, take me, please, take me from behind and make me climax."

He smiled and pushed me against the pillow. "That's all I wanted to hear from you."

With his finger still wet from me, he started putting it behind me and gave me the most delicious rimming I've ever received in my life. Gradually, he penetrated.

Samuel held my hand and told me to calm down. It made me even more eager.

I reached the point of screaming with pleasure. He warned that he was about to climax. I waited for him to climax, and we climaxed together, and then I was in ecstasy for a while. It was incredible how life gives us such wonderful chances.

***

I was lying in Samuel's arms, enjoying the tranquility he provided with his caresses in my blonde hair. The night had been incredible, once again.

"It's so good to see the sunrise by your side," Samuel murmured, unaware of the tension building up in me.

My eyes widened, and a sense of urgency took over me. I got up quickly, surprising Samuel, who looked at me with confusion.

"Sunrise? Is it already morning?" I asked, incredulous, as my mind processed the information.

Samuel, still not understanding, confirmed that yes, it was morning. I rushed to get dressed, realizing that I had forgotten about my father's wedding that morning and couldn't be late.

"It can't be true," I murmured to myself as I searched for my clothes.

Samuel stared at me, not understanding my reaction, and asked, "Did something go wrong?"

I looked at my blouse trying to find the right side, feeling a knot in my stomach. "I commit this morning. I can't be late."

Samuel looked at me with curiosity as I hurried to dress. He suggested with a gentle tone, "At least have breakfast with me before you go."

I nodded, feeling guilty for the rush, and replied, "I can't. Until next time."

I left the room in a hurry, heading towards my house. The sun was already shining brightly, and time seemed to have flown by during the night. I needed to get ready quickly for my father's wedding, an event that now felt like an inevitability given the unfolding reality.

Upon arriving home, I rushed to my room, where I would begin to prepare for the big day. As I got ready, my mind revisited the moments with Samuel, the duality between the unexpected passion and the imminent commitment to the new family that was forming.

I dressed quickly, choosing a suitable dress for the occasion. I looked at myself in the mirror, searching for a sign that I had spent the night away, and hurriedly dressed. Taking a deep breath, I decided to face the day that unfolded before me, with its promises and challenges. My father's wedding represented more than a celebration; it was the beginning of a new phase, full of uncertainties and possibilities.

As I walked towards the ceremony, I knew that the unfolding journey would bring unforgettable experiences and, perhaps, the discovery of a new chapter in my own story.