A Sweet Alarm Clock

A Sweet Alarm Clock
Orely

I slowly open my eyes as the sun's gentle rays light up my face and brush against my skin, still warm from last night. I feel like a transparent veil hovering in my mind, making me live in a waking dream. I must say that the events of the previous day, charged with emotion, intensity and above all desire. This feeling of the tender warmth of being loved, envelops me in a sense of what I feel for Santiago.

I feel a deep emotion that I can't explain, he has such an effect on me when he is with me, and above all I feel so good. I slowly turn my head and look at this handsome Mexican, peacefully asleep beside me on this very soft bed. An attractive physique resting calmly, contrasting with the ebullience of our bodies when we find ourselves alone.

I contemplate him for a moment, his brown hair falling lightly over his forehead, framing a look that is both fragile and mysterious, revealing a personality that is simultaneously strong and delicate. Heart pounding in my chest, my thoughts are somewhere between gratitude and confusion. This connection between us goes beyond desire, like an invisible thread that links us despite each of us having our own universe, and seems hard to describe.

I get up slowly, so as not to wake him, while my body is still scarred from that torrid night. As I sit up, I feel a mixture of pleasure and fatigue. I gradually relax, closing my eyes to savor the warmth still permeating my skin. Positioned in the morning light, I let my fingers slide over his bare skin, thinking of the effect this man has on me, a dangerous one in the eyes of those who know of his existence. But despite this, my lips stretch into a discreet smile with a hint of excitement. An early-morning breeze grazes my face as I slowly make my way to the edge of the bed to slip on my bathrobe, abandoned on the floor, sliding it over my still-warm skin, my movements bearing witness to an elegant insouciance.

My footsteps, at once light and imbued with the softness of this magical pause, echo through the room, smelling the sweet masculine scent of the sheets still warm from the heat of our bodies rising into the air. The faint golden light of the sun is pleasant, as I move towards the small chest of drawers, open it carefully and my fingers glide over the delicate texture of the fabric of a neatly tucked undergarment.

I take hold of a pair of turquoise-blue lace panties, simple yet elegant, soft to the touch, whose lightness almost seems to tickle me as I slip them on. The delicate fabric molds my hips, contrasting nicely with the warmth of my skin, still warm from the bed. I cross the room and my gaze is drawn to the white sheen on the floor. Santiago's bath towel lies there, alone, and I bend down to pick it up. My heart skips a beat as I smell it, imbued with its scent and sweet perfume. A feeling at once soothing and unsettling of the influence he has over me.

Surprisingly, I feel muscular arms around my waist as soon as I stand up after picking up the towel, and I jump slightly. But when did he wake up?

"Good morning my pretty, you are so cute when you jump," he whispers in my ear, kissing the back of my neck.

"You move like a cat," I retorted and he let out a muffled chuckle.

"Ah my pretty rebel, I love your sense of morning humor. You are the only one who can make me laugh like that," he replies, pulling me a little tighter into his arms, sending a delicate shiver down my spine.

"Just that bathrobe half-open on you makes you even more beautiful," he adds, touching the collar with his fingertips.
A new kiss lands on my neck, this time deeper, more delicious as a discreet touch marks my skin. Then another, lower down, his lips venture gently, almost drawing an involuntary moan from me. Each gesture is slow, studied, charged with deep affection and controlled sensuality.

I close my eyes for a moment, letting myself be carried away by his attention as the atmosphere slowly grows heavier, transforming the routine of everyday life into a scene of fervent intimacy. I turn slightly to face him with an amused smile on my lips.

"Good morning my hero, you look just as sexy without your clothes on too." I say, observing his erect manhood and smile as I openly detail him.

I notice that his gaze slides liberally over me, like a spark of mischief, lingering on the panties I'd slipped on earlier. A little embarrassed, I try to fasten my bathrobe, but he clings to me sensually, declaring in a soft voice full of desire,

"Hmm, you are even more irresistible without anything to hide behind, you're so delicious," he murmurs, nuzzling my neck.

I lean towards her torso, planting soft kisses and provocative caresses in a silence heavy with tension. I then slide my tongue over her abs before descending dangerously towards her pelvis. I kneel down confidently, capturing her intimacy between my lips, and a languid, luscious dance begins. Santiago, overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure rising inside him, seeks support on the edge of the table next to the bed, his breathing becoming irregular.

I delicately release his manly part from my mouth, my hands alternating between caresses and measured pressure, accentuating the delicious torture I'm inflicting on him with sensational mastery. I look up to see him squirming in delight, his features marked by an immeasurable strength that seemed to transcend all restraint.

"Fuck, Orely, I am not going to make it," he bellows in a voice charged with deep emotion.

Amused by his reaction, a discreet smile grazes my lips.

"Hmm, already my handsomeness?" I teased him.

Feeling the friction of my hands, running over every inch of his member and no longer able to hold back, he lets out a moan.

"Hmm, ah.." He murmured, barely able to say more than a whisper.

I let my fingers gently caress his testicles while masturbating him without pausing. I plunge my gaze into his and the excitement goes up a notch. Santi, feeling himself lose his footing, throws his head back under my touch.

I grasp his cock firmly, bending to lick his balls, while I rub his penis with force. He thrashes about with all his senses and unpredictable energy. 

"O..Orely.." he manages to pronounce between hiccups.

Santiago, in ecstasy, reaches a climax, his body writhing in all-consuming passion. His orgasm erupts like an uncontrolled surge. Still on my knees, I continue to unload, sliding my hand around his testicles as if to make him yearn. I watch him carefully as he ejaculates, my eyes filled with delight and wonder. Red-faced, he tries to catch his breath, clutching at the table. His arms are spread wide on the table, which last time I ate macaroons on, noting the slightest contracted vein on his pubis and his penis twitched by the fervor of orgasm. 

"Holy shit! You have made me cum with happiness, making me spill my seed into the air in an uncontrolled rush," he lets out, his breath ragged as I stare at him in fascination, the radiant expression of his pleasure resounding with each of my touches prolonging this carnal ecstasy.

"I love seeing you like this, struggling like this.. Your reactions intoxicate me.., I murmur with calculated slowness, his breath caressing my already burning skin.

Santiago desperately tries to catch his breath and drops onto the bed, his body still shaking from the spasms of ecstasy. I leave to wipe my hands with the tissues on the table, when suddenly a noise interrupts the silence. A knock at the door.