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Alexander was an expert at this, and I didn't know what to think because of that. It meant he had been with many women before me, which made me feel insecure. I pushed those thoughts out of my mind and decided to enjoy the moment. Alexander kept fucking me, making me give him oral and swallow his cum every time he finished. He had already finished three times. Finally, we were lying in bed, with Alexander on top of me, making love. He kissed me passionately and caressed my buttocks, giving me immense pleasure and excitement.

Our moans made us even hotter. I felt like I was reaching climax completely. I don't think I can hold on any longer.

"Yes," I gasped. "More..."

"I'm about to come," he warned.

"It doesn't matter, me too," I smiled at him with desire. Alexander smiled too. He picked up the pace, and I dug my nails into his back, feeling the orgasm just seconds away. "Ah!" I gasped. Alexander pulled away from me, rubbed my clitoris, and the fluid started to spill everywhere. Alexander loved that because when I finished, he inserted his penis into my vagina and had his orgasm as well, leaving his semen inside me.

We finished breathless and tired, but very satisfied. I closed my eyes to rest a bit. I had never done what we just did with anyone else. The truth is, I liked it. I'm not a masochist or anything like that, but doing all this with Alexander is very exciting. This place is becoming my favorite room. And to think that I used to hate it.

I looked at Alexander; he had his eyes closed, looking satisfied and rested. Alexander took my hand and intertwined his fingers with mine.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asked, still with his eyes closed.

"Yes, very good."

He opened his eyes and looked at me.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Of course, yes," I responded, giving him a kiss.

"Even more than me. I could spend the whole day like this."

"Hmm, not a bad idea."

"Don't tempt me," he said.

"But not today, we have things to do," I reminded him. "Besides, Margarita said she would come today." I sat on the bed and searched for my clothes. "I had forgotten."

"What does Margarita want?" he asked me.

"I don't know, she said she wanted to tell me something very important."

"Important?"

"Yes," when I found my clothes, I started getting dressed. The sheets were wet with our remnants. I think I blushed just now. Alexander also put on his clothes.

"Let's shower first, so we don't smell," he suggested.

I laughed.

"Alright, let's make it a quick one."

"Maybe I want to fuck you in the shower," he warned.

"Alexander..." I said firmly. "Let's go."

We left the room and headed to ours. In the shower, we took off our clothes again and bathed together. As expected, Alexander couldn't resist and made passionate love to me in a wild style in the shower. Neither of us ever got tired of it. It was an inexplicable connection we both had.

When we finished, I quickly got dressed.

"I'll be downstairs," I let him know, leaving the room and heading to the backyard.

"Mrs. Margarita is waiting for you by the pool," Carmen told me. "By the way, it's time for me to leave. See you tomorrow. The kitten is in the kitchen."

"Alright, thanks, Carmen."

I made my way to the pool, where Margarita was sitting, enjoying a drink.

"Sorry for the delay," I said, sitting next to her.

"Don't worry, I can imagine what you two were doing," she replied.

"What...?"

"Don't worry, it's normal. Gus and I do it all the time."

I didn't understand.

"Well, what was that important thing you wanted to tell me?" she asked.

"To be honest, I don't know if I should."

I furrowed my brow.

"Why? Is it something bad? You're scaring me, Margarita."

"It's nothing bad, Mariela, but... it's something delicate."

Now I became serious because I had a feeling that what Margarita was about to tell me wasn't something good.

"Tell me."

Margarita was about to speak when Alexander appeared.

"Margarita, what a surprise to have you here," he greeted her. I felt uncomfortable and forced by his greeting.

"Alexander, I'm talking to Mariela. You know she doesn't have many friends around here," Margarita replied.

Alexander sat next to us. He was wearing shorts, a white t-shirt, and beach sandals. He also had sunglasses on. Why am I starting to feel things for him? I like having him close, and now I like how he dresses. God, something's wrong with me. Could it be that I'm falling in love with Alexander? That would be the worst thing that could happen because Alexander is not the type to fall in love.

"Really? Where's Gus?" Alexander asked.

"At work."

"Well, Margarita, tell me," I encouraged her.

"It's nothing important," she nervously laughed. "I just came to invite you both for dinner tonight at our place. The four of us, we hardly spend time together because of our work."

I didn't believe her. I'm sure Margarita changed the subject because Alexander came. Now everything seemed very suspicious to me. Was Margarita going to tell me something about Alexander? That's why she stopped talking when he arrived. Now I feel insecure.

"Really? Okay, we'll be there. I need to discuss a few things with Gus," Alexander said to her. Although I'm sure he was speaking with a double meaning. "I hope you're treating my friend well, Margarita," he said, taking a sip of his drink.

Okay, what's going on here? There was a silent battle of looks between Margarita and Alexander.

"Is something going on?" I wanted to know in my innocence.

"No, nothing," Margarita replied. "I think it's time for me to go. I have a dinner to prepare," she smiled, standing up. "It was nice to see you, Mariela," she said goodbye to me with a kiss on the cheek. "See you tonight. Goodbye, Alexander."

"Goodbye, Margarita," I bid farewell. The girl walked away, distancing herself from us. I looked at Alexander and tried to read his expressions. I don't trust him now.

"Is something wrong, Mariela?" he looked at me. He no longer looks like the guy who made love to me earlier. He looks serious and somewhat angry.

"Nothing," I pressed my lips into a thin line. "I'll go look for my cat," I stood up and left.