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Natalia woke up smiling.
The light slanted subtly through the hotel room’s curtains were they stayed.
She heard the water running in the bathroom and thought it would have been fun to offer Francisco help in the shower.
She yawned and shook away the lust because she knew it would pressure him so that-finally-something happened between them. She didn’t want to press him seeing as he would flee. She had to be patient with him and help him separate his terrible past experiences from the present. It was their right to live for them.
She imagined frightening things when Francisco told her about being tortured. When he told her about the girls with the inquisitor and the guards, she was grateful he skipped the details of what had happened, but that did not stop her imagination from recreating sadistic and unpleasant ideas. Why didn’t the Inquisition industry didn’t end sooner? How had it even begun?
“They needed television in those days,” she murmured as she turned on the TV.
“Did you say something?” Francisco asked from the bathroom.
“No, sweetheart.” She settled under the sheets again. She noticed the bathroom door was open and through the opening, she could see Francisco reflected in the bathroom mirror.
That was the closest she had been to seeing him naked since they came to Boston a week ago.
Natalia could not help but shudder as saliva pooled in her mouth.
He was perfect. Muscular, firm, with a broad and strong back that ended with a prominent curve to give shape to a well contoured buttock.
He turned a little, and then she saw his virility.
She imagined at once how good it would feel pumping inside her. Her inner heat seemed to grow more humid at only the idea.
She salivated more.
Francisco suddenly noticed her watching him in the mirror and at once she saw how nervous he became.
His hands began to tremble and as soon as he could, he wrapped the towel around his waist. Natalia turned away and tried to pretend like nothing happened, but her desire was stronger. She was on the verge of exploding if she didn’t do something to release the pressure.
She wanted to try to seduce him.
She pulled off her pajama pants leaving on her white lace panties. She decided to leave on her white shirt showing her erect nipples in all their sensuality.
She opened the bathroom door to find him sitting on the toilet with his head in his hands.
He stayed in the same position even when she reached his side.
She got on her knees in front of him and put her arms around him.
Francisco imitated her movement and she took advantage of it to sink her face into the man's neck while his hands were running down her back.
She began to give him timid delicate kisses on his neck, chest and face. At first she felt the tension in his muscular body but continued caressing every inch of him. His muscles began to relax.
“Natalia, I—” He tried to say, but she drowned his words with a long, deep, wet kiss.
“Enjoy this, please, let me try because I want to be with you.”
Francisco emitted what Natalia considered a groan. According to her experience, that could be positive.
She continued to kiss his chest as she stroked his firm pectorals and made her way to his thighs.
She looked him in the eyes as she removed the towel covering his intimacy, dropping it on the floor and then looking at his manhood.
He had thick legs, as firm as the rest of his body. She caressed the full length of his thighs of steel. As she slid both hands inside, she felt François spread his legs with a groan. He leaned back on the toilet and held Natalia by the hair. Pleased, she stared at him in the eyes while lovingly stroking his most intimate part.
He enjoyed every second of this new life experience. She slipped him into her mouth and Francisco relaxed completely. She enclosed him with her tongue and lips. Some guttural sounds drowned in his throat as Francisco fell prey to absolute desire, confirmed by the undeniable firmness in his erotic zone.
After a while he decided to move. Then something unexpected happened.
Francisco stopped moving and gazed directly into her eyes. They were full of fire and passion. Natalia gave him a lopsided smile and Francisco kissed her wild, desperate and ardently. It seemed like the inside of her mouth burned as hot as he was.
Natalia moaned when Francisco straddled her pressing his firm sex into her most sensitive spot.
He thrust his hands into Natalia's wet panties squeezing her buttocks in desperation as he raised her like she weighed nothing. He sucked her erect nipples into his hot mouth. He began to nibble and suck at her through the fabric of her shirt.
She felt when her lover's strong hands tore her underwear and without preamble settled her completely on his shaft.
Natalia moaned with pleasure and arched her back as she clung to his neck.
Without breaking their intimate connection, he lifted her with a frenzied passion he could barely contain. He carried her to the bed, and after releasing her, he began to plunge into her franticly.
Natalia was not surprised. They were having sex and he was better than she had imagined.
She groaned as she approached the moment her body began to lose control giving way to convulsions of pleasure.
He sensed her pleasure and drove in and out of her to lavish her with all the pleasure she deserved.
Natalia screamed in absolute pleasure.
Every part of her body vibrated, when she reached her climax.
Francisco was swimming in a sea of excitement making him lose his head. He wanted more of her as well as pleasuring her again and again.
He focused on her eyes as she smiled at him with mischief.
He moved his hips seductively, as a growl escaped him.
He could do this a thousand times a day and in every possible way. Natalia managed to arouse his desire with her caresses, long kisses and seductive movements.
Not to mention how beautiful she was.
Her small breasts, scandalous legs, a butt that left him speechless and a flat stomach that invited him to explore its most intimate regions. Natalia was perfect. Briefly he studied her eyes as he pumped in and out of her over and over. This time, slower. He wanted to enjoy it, although he knew the second round would probably be as frantic as the first.
Nothing rushed them or forced them to leave the room so he thought about spending the entire day discovering every inch of Natalia. Tasting her mouth, her skin, and her breasts.
He moved quicker without dropping his gaze from her as he slid a hand under her shirt to torture those delicious nipples that tempted him so much with caresses. She moaned.
The sound sent an electric current through his body forcing him to massage her most intimate spot quicker.
“I'm going to...” Natalia couldn’t finish her declaration before she was interrupted by the contractions of her sex and the jolts of pleasure pulsing through her entire body. Francisco followed her as his member was being squeezed by the delicious contractions. He let himself go collapsing on top of her.
“Thank you, for insisting and seducing me in such a way... so...” He kissed her lips gently, excited just thinking of how she entered the bathroom in those white lace panties. How she took charge of the situation by doing everything in her power to give him the greatest pleasure of his life. “You're perfect.”
“I'm not,” she said shyly. “I was only dying to know what it would feel like to have you inside me.”
Francisco liked her answer and began to move inside her again. He was ready to go again.
“And what do you think?”
She purred with a smile.
“That we fit perfectly.”
Then he knew, he could feel it and he was not afraid to say it aloud.
“You're perfect for me.”
He kissed her with determination as he let his body initiate another pleasure dance.