Chapter 3: Rising Action
The next morning, Matthias woke up to the sound of the shower running.
He looked at the empty space beside him, his body already Missing Alejandra's warmth. He smiled to himself, remembering their passionate night together, the intimacy they had shared and the intense orgasms Alejandra had had. His cock got hard from the memory of it.
Soon after, Alejandra came out of the shower. She was completely naked.
Matthias couldn't help but admire her body as she emerged from the steamy bathroom, water droplets clinging to her skin like tiny diamonds. She was confident and comfortable in her own skin, and that made her all the more attractive to him.
He propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes roaming over her curves, taking in every inch of her. "You look absolutely stunning," he said, his voice thick with desire.
Alejandra smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly at his admiration. "Thank you," she said, her voice soft and playful. "Now get up, sleepyhead. I have a job for you."
Matthias raised an eyebrow, his eyes still on her body. "A job, huh? And what would that be?"
Alejandra crossed the room, her bare feet padding softly against the plush carpet.
She took a seat in the comfortable chair by the window, her body facing him, her eyes never leaving his.
"Come over here, Matthias," she said, her voice a low, sultry murmur. "And get on your knees in front of me."
Matthias's breath hitched, his body tensing as she delivered her instructions. His cock throbbed in response, eager to obey her command. He pushed the blankets off his body, his eyes locked onto hers as he made his way across the room. He could see the curve of her breasts, the softness of her skin, the smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. It was a sight he could never tire of, a sight that made his heart race and his body ache with desire.
As he reached her, he lowered himself to his knees, his eyes level with hers.
He could see the confidence in her gaze, the complete self-assurance that radiated from her.
"Open your mouth," she commanded, her voice firm and sure. "I want you to taste me."
Matthias didn't hesitate. He parted his lips, his body poised and ready. He couldn't wait to feel her heat, to taste her essence.
Alejandra smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips. She spread her legs slightly, giving him better access. She could see the anticipation in his eyes, the desire that made his cock stand at attention. She loved that she could have this kind of power over him, that she could make him want her so badly.
She reached down, her fingers guiding him to where she needed him most. Matthias followed her lead, his tongue darting out to taste her.
He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin as he explored her most intimate place. The first touch of his tongue against her clit sent a jolt of pleasure through Alejandra's body, her hips bucking slightly in response. Matthias smiled against her, his eyes closed as he savored the taste of her. He began to lick and suck, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles around her clit.
Alejandra moaned softly, her hands fisting the arms of the chair as she braced herself against the sensation. She loved the feeling of Matthias's mouth on her, the way his tongue brought her such intense pleasure. She looked down at him, her eyes heavy-lidded and dark with desire. She loved the sight of him between her legs, loved the way he looked up at her with such hunger and devotion.
And then, he began to suck on her clit, applying gentle pressure with his lips. Alejandra gasped, her hips lifting off the chair as her body responded to the sudden, intense sensation.
"Oh, gods, Matthias," she breathed, her eyes fluttering closed as she let the pleasure wash over her. She could feel her orgasm building already, like a storm gathering on the horizon. She wanted to revel in it, to savor every moment of it.
She leaned back, spreading her legs wider, giving him more access, allowing him to delve deeper. Matthias took the cue, his hands gripping her hips, his mouth eagerly exploring her sensitive flesh. He felt her body relax under his touch, her muscles tense and then release as he brought her closer to the edge. He could feel her heartbeat against his lips, could hear her breath coming in short gasps.
He knew she was close, could feel the tension in her body as she teetered on the edge of her orgasm. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue working faster, his mouth sucking harder, determined to send her over.
Just as she was about to tip over, Alejandra spoke, her voice breathless and playful. "You know, Matthias, I'm really enjoying this," she said, her hips bucking slightly against his face. "But I must tell you, I have no intentions of returning the favor."
Matthias paused for a moment, his tongue still, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh. He looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers, a playful challenge in his gaze. "Is that so?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.
Alejandra nodded, a satisfied smile on her face. "Yes, it is," she said, her voice firm.
"And I know you'll accept it, Matthias. You've always been so giving, so selfless when it comes to my pleasure. It's one of the things I love most about you."
Matthias's heart swelled at her words, and he couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at her tone. He knew she was right, he would accept her decision without complaint.
He loved her too much to ever deny her pleasure, even if it meant he wouldn't receive any in return. So, he smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief and desire, as he continued to lick her, his tongue flicking against her clit, his lips sucking gently.
"You're right," he murmured against her, his voice a low, rumbling purr. "I do love giving you pleasure. And I love watching you come undone beneath my touch. It's one of my favorite things in the world."
Alejandra's breath hitched, her body tensing slightly at his words. She could feel the pleasure building inside her, like a coil being tightly wound. She loved the way he spoke to her, the way he praised her and worshipped her body. It made her feel powerful, desirable, irresistible.
She could feel the heat radiating from between her legs, could feel the wetness slick against her skin. Matthias continued to lick her clit, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles, his mouth sucking gently, applying just the right amount of pressure. Alejandra's breath hitched, her body tensing as the pleasure built inside her. She could feel her orgasm approaching, like a wave crashing against the shore, threating to swallow her whole.
As Matthias's tongue flicked against her clit, she threw her head back, her body arching against the chair. A low, guttural moan escaped her lips, her hands gripping the arms of the chair tightly as she rode the wave of pleasure.
Matthias looked up at her, his eyes filled with both desire and admiration. He loved seeing Alejandra like this, lost in her pleasure, her body writhing and writheing as he brought her closer to the edge.
As her orgasm rolled over her, he slowed his movements, giving her time to ride out the waves of ecstasy. He gently kissed her inner thighs while she recovered, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body trembling slightly.
"That was...incredible," she managed to get out, her voice breathy and content. Matthias smiled against her skin, his heart swelling with love and satisfaction. "You're spoiling me, you know that?" she said with a soft laugh, her fingers tangling in his hair.
"Spoiling you is my greatest pleasure, my love," he murmured, his voice soft and tender. He pressed a gentle kiss to her thigh, his hand resting gently on her stomach, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her breath.
"Stay a little longer, Alejandra," he murmured, his voice soft and coaxing. "I want to taste you again, to make you come for me once more."
Alejandra chuckled softly, her body still humming with lingering pleasure. "Matthias, as much as I'm enjoying this, I really should get dressed. We have a whole day planned, remember?"
Matthias's fingers traced circles on her belly, his touch gentle and soothing. "Just a little longer," he pleaded, his voice tinged with playful desperation. "You know how much I love the taste of you, how much I love making you come. Please, Alejandra. For me."
She hesitated, her body still relaxed and boneless from her orgasm.
But the spark in Matthias's eyes was infectious, and she found herself smiling. "Alright, Matthias. I'll let you have your way. But remember, this doesn't change a thing. I'm still not going to do anything for you in return."
Matthias chuckled, his hands resting on her hips, his thumbs brushing against her sensitive skin. And that's perfectly okay. I just want to make you feel good." He leaned in, his breath hot against her clit, and began to lick her again, his tongue moving in slow, sensuous circles.
Alejandra sighed, her hand reaching down to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. She loved the feel of his tongue, the way he worshipped her body, and she was more than happy to let him have his way.
Matthias looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire as he licked her clit, his tongue moving in slow, sensuous circles. He wanted nothing more than to make her come again, to watch her lose herself in her pleasure.
"You know, I've never understood why everyone makes such a big deal about reciprocation," Alejandra said, her voice breathy and content as she looked down at him. "I mean, it's not like I'm going to miss out on anything. You're right here, doing exactly what you want to do, and I'm loving every second of it.
So why would I want to change a thing?" Matthias smiled, continuing to lick her, his tongue moving in slow, sensuous circles. Alejandra's breath hitched as she watched him, her eyes filled with both love and desire. She knew that Matthias was right, that he was doing exactly what he wanted to do, and she couldn't help but admire his confidence and his passion.
"You know, I've never had anyone do this for me before," she said, her voice a low murmur as she watched him. "I mean, I've had lovers go down on me, of course, but it was always just a prelude to something else. No one's ever done it just for the sake of doing it before."
She smiled, her eyes meeting his as he looked up at her, his tongue still moving in slow, sensuous circles. "And I have to admit, I'm getting used to it. I'm getting used to receiving oral without expecting anything in return. It's a unique experience, and one that I'm finding I enjoy more and more."
Matthias's eyes sparkled with amusement and desire as he listened to her. He loved hearing her thoughts, loved the way she expressed herself so openly and honestly.
She sighed, looking down at him with a mischievous glint in her eye. "You know, I used to think that the idea of leaving you unsatisfied was a bit cruel. But now, I think it's kind of exciting. The thought of you, hard and wanting, while I'm lost in my pleasure... it's almost like an added layer of intensity. It makes my orgasms more primal, more raw."
Matthias's lips curled into a wicked smile, his eyes filled with both lust and challenge. he murmured, his voice low and husky. "You like the idea of me being frustrated, Alejandra? Of me being hard and aching for you?"
She nodded, her eyes locked onto his, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "Yes, I do. It's a thrill, you know?
To see you like this, Matthias." Alejandra's voice was ragged, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as she approached her second orgasm. Her grip on the chair's arms tightened, her knuckles white from the strain. She felt like she was on the edge of a cliff, her body poised and ready to tumble over. She looked down at Matthias, his head bent low, his tongue moving in quick, feverish circles against her clit. She could feel the pleasure building, like a fire spreading rapidly through her body, consuming her. She was so close, she could almost taste it.
"Matthias," she moaned, her hips bucking against his face, her body desperate for more. She could feel the tension coiling in her muscles, the heat radiating from between her legs.
"Matthias, I'm going to come again," she gasped, her voice breathless and urgent. Her body tensed, her hips bucking against his face as she rode the wave of pleasure.
Matthias's eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting hers. He smiled, his tongue flicking faster, applying more pressure as he felt her body respond to his ministrations.
Alejandra's breath hitched, her body convulsing as her orgasm washed over her. She threw her head back, her fingers clutching the arms of the chair for support. A guttural moan tore from her throat, her body trembling with the force of her release.
Matthias's tongue lingered on her clit, drawing out every last pulse of pleasure from her body. He savored the taste of her, the feel of her silky soft skin under his tongue, and the sight of her lost in her ecstasy. He could feel her body begin to relax, her breath coming out in soft, contented sighs.
"Wow," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "That was...intense."
Matthias smiled against her, his body humming with satisfaction. He pulled back slightly, giving her a moment to come down from her high.
"You're incredible, Alejandra," he said, his voice soft and reverent. "You're so responsive, so passionate."
"I know", she said, "but now I'm also hungry". Let's get dressed and have breakfast.
I'm starving." Alejandra stretched languidly, like a cat basking in the sunlight, before gracefully standing up from the chair. Matthias followed suit, his body aching with unrequited desire as he stood up, his raging erection tenting his pyjama.
Alejandra couldn't help but notice his predicament, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Looks like someone is eager for more," she teased, her eyes dancing with mischief. She didn't touch him, though, instead choosing to walk over to the her suitcase and start picking out her clothes for the day.
Matthias watched her, his heart pounding in his chest like a wild drumbeat.
He couldn't help but feel a pang of desire as he watched her bend over to rummage through her suitcase, her bare ass on full display. He bit his lip, trying to control his urge to go to her, to bury his face in her soft, supple flesh. But he knew she wouldn't want that. She had made her desires clear, and he respected them, even if it was a challenge to his own.
Alejandra stood up, holding up several sexy thongs, each one more revealing than the last. She turned to Matthias, a playful smile on her face. "So, I need your opinion," she said, her voice light and teasing. "Which one of these do you think looks best on me?" She held them up one by one, letting the delicate fabric dangle from her fingers.
"What do you think, Matthias?" she asked, her voice playful. He took his time, examining each one carefully before finally settling on a black thong that had only a tiny triangle in the back, leaving most of her ass on display. "That one," he said, his voice hoarse with desire. Alejandra smiled, her eyes shining with amusement. "You have excellent taste," she said, dropping the other thongs back into her suitcase. She turned her back to him, bending over slightly to step into the thong. Matthias couldn't take his eyes off her, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched her slide the tiny triangle of fabric up her legs, over her ass, and into place. He could see the curve of her hips, the softness of her skin, and he ached to touch her, to taste her.
But she had made her desires clear, and he respected them. So instead, he watched as she slipped the tiny thong into place, her body moving with a grace that took his breath away. She then put on a summer dress with flowers on it and no bra, the cotton fabric clinging to her curves in a way that made his heart race.
"What do you think?" she asked, turning to face him, her hands smoothing down the dress. "Do I look presentable enough for breakfast in the hotel restaurant?"
Matthias's breath caught in his throat as he took her in. She looked stunning, her hair wild and her cheeks still flushed from her orgasms. The dress was a soft blue with white flowers, and it accentuated her figure perfectly. He could see the outline of her nipples through the fabric, and he had to fight the urge to reach out and touch her.
Instead, he said, "Alejandra, you look absolutely breathtaking. I love you so much." He meant it with every fiber of his being. He loved her confidence, her passion, her playfulness. He loved everything about her.
Alejandra smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly at his words. "Thank you, Matthias. I love you too." She gathered her hair into a loose bun on top of her head, her eyes never leaving his. "Now, let's get you dressed as well. I'm starving, and I'm sure you are too."
Matthias nodded, his eyes still on her. He couldn't help but admire her, the way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she commanded his attention. He quickly grabbed a clean pair of jeans from his suitcase and slipped them on, along with a white t-shirt.
They made their way down to the hotel restaurant, the air filled with the tantalizing scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries. The dining room was bustling with guests, the sound of clinking glasses and laughter filling the air.
After a leisurely breakfast of fresh croissants, prosciutto, and strong Italian coffee, Alejandra and Matthias made their way back to their room. As they entered the luxurious suite, Alejandra let out a contented sigh. "I absolutely love this room," she said, her eyes scanning the elegantly appointed space. "It's like a little slice of paradise."
Matthias smiled, watching as Alejandra kicked off her shoes and made herself comfortable on the plush velvet chaise. "It really is beautiful, isn't it?" he agreed. "And the bed...well, let's just say it's not the only thing I love about this room." He grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Alejandra chuckled, her cheeks flushing slightly as she remembered their passionate morning.
"Yes, the bed is certainly a highlight," she agreed, her voice playful. "But for now, we should freshen up a bit. We have a day of sightseeing ahead of us, after all." With that, she made her way to the ensuite bathroom, Matthias following close behind.
They brushed their teeth side by side at the double sink, the cool minty taste of the toothpaste a stark contrast to the lingering sweetness of their morning. Alejandra spit, rinsed, and then turned to face Matthias, her hands already reaching for her makeup bag. "Your turn," she said, her voice soft and gentle.
Matthias smiled at her reflection in the mirror, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He loved watching her, loved the way her fingers deftly applied her makeup, the way her eyes focused intently on the task at hand.
She was a creature of habit, of routine, and he loved that about her. He loved the way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she commanded his attention. He couldn't help but smile as he watched her, his heart swelling with love and admiration.
After they finished freshening up, Alejandra turned to him, her makeup bag in hand. "Ready when you are," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Matthias nodded, a playful smile on his face. "Lead the way," he said, his voice low and sultry.
As they left the hotel room, Alejandra looked both ways down the long, opulent hallway. She was surprised to find that they were alone. "It's so quiet," she mused, her voice a low whisper. She half-expected to see other guests bustling about, but the hallway was eerily still.
She walked a few steps ahead of him, her hips swaying gently with each step. Without warning, she paused and lifted the light fabric of her dress, flashing Matthias a brief, tantalizing glimpse of her bare ass in the tiny black thong she was wearing. The move was playful, a tease, and it sent a jolt of desire straight to Matthias's groin. He halted in his tracks, his eyes widening in surprise and arousal. "Alejandra!" he hissed, his heart pounding in his chest. "What are you doing?"
Alejandra turned to face him, a wicked grin on her face. "Just giving you a little taste of what you can't have," she said, her voice sultry and playful. She let the fabric of her dress fall back into place, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Now come on, Matthias. We have a whole city to explore." She turned on her heel and walked towards the elevator, her hips swaying with each step. Matthias stood there for a moment, his heart still pounding in his chest, before he hurried to catch up with her.
They spent the majority of the day exploring Florence, meandering through its enchanting, maze-like lanes. Alejandra led the way, her excitement for the city contagious. She pointed out her favorite architectural details, shared stories about the city's rich history, and even stopped to feed the pigeons in the Piazza della Signoria. Matthias followed closely behind, his eyes never leaving her. He loved the way her face lit up when she talked about something she loved, the way her hands gestured wildly as she spoke.
She was so passionate, so full of life, and he felt lucky to be able to witness it all. As they made their way through the winding streets of Florence, Alejandra suddenly stopped and pointed to a colorful storefront. "Look, Matthias!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement. "They have swimsuits! I've been wanting to go for a swim in the hotel pool, and I don't have a bathing suit with me. What do you think?"
Matthias looked up at the store she was pointing to, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I think that sounds like a fantastic idea," he said. "Let's go check it out. Maybe you'll find something that really catches your eye."
Alejandra clapped her hands together, her excitement barely contained.
"And since you have such great taste in lingerie, I'd love for you to help me pick out a swimsuit! Who knows, maybe we can find something that makes your heart race even faster than it did this morning." She winked at him playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Matthias chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "Well, if it's anything like this morning, I'm in for a treat. Lead the way, my love." He offered her his arm, his fingers brushing against her skin as she threaded her arm through his. Together, they stepped into the colorful boutique, the bell above the door chiming softly as it closed behind them.
The shop was a vibrant explosion of color and pattern, swimsuits in every shape, size, and hue hanging from racks that lined the walls.
Alejandra immediately began browsing, her eyes wide with excitement as she scanned the offerings. Matthias, meanwhile, leaned against a nearby rack, watching her with amusement.
After some time, Alejandra held up a few different options, seeking his opinion. "What do you think of this one?" she asked, holding up a string bikini in a bright turquoise.
Matthias nodded his approval. "That's very nice, but I think I've found something even better for you." He walked over to a rack in the corner and plucked a skimpy red G-string from the hanger. "What about this?"
Alejandra's eyes widened as she took the G-string from him, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Matthias," she said, her voice a low whisper.
"I'm not sure I can wear that in public." Alejandra bit her lip, her eyes darting to the dressing rooms at the back of the store. She held up the tiny red G-string, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
"Don't be shy," Matthias teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You've worn less at home. Besides, no one will see you except me." He nodded towards the dressing rooms, encouraging her to try it on.
Alejandra hesitated for a moment, her eyes scanning the crowded shop before finally relenting. With a playful smile, she took the G-string from him and made her way to the dressing rooms. She slipped out of her dress quickly, her heart pounding in her chest as she stepped into the tiny scrap of fabric.
The G-string was minuscule, barely covering anything at all, and Alejandra couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and apprehension. She turned to face the mirror, her breath catching in her throat as she took in her reflection. She looked...scandalous. The red fabric hugged her curves perfectly, leaving little to the imagination. She tilted her hips to the side, admiring the way the G-string accentuated her ass, her breath coming in short gasps as she admired herself in the mirror.
"I can't believe I'm considering this," she murmured to herself, her eyes wide with surprise. She had never been one to shy away from pushing boundaries, but this was something else entirely. She turned to the side, inspecting her profile, and couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. This was daring, even for her.
But there was something thrilling about the idea of wearing this G-string, of showing off her body in such a scandalous way. She turned to face Matthias, her eyes sparkling with excitement and mischief. "I'm getting this one," she said, her voice filled with determination. "And don't worry, I'll make sure to get plenty of attention at the pool. You'll just have to live with that."
Matthias's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but his eyes were filled with a mix of amusement and desire. he asked, his voice low and sultry. "And what makes you think I'll mind?"
Alejandra smirked, a playful glint in her eye. "Because you're a jealous man, Matthias. You won't be able to stand the sight of other men ogling me in this thing.
But I'm not jealous, Alejandra. I'm turned on." Matthias's voice was low and husky, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in her scantily clad form.
"Good," she said, her voice filled with challenge. "Because I'm getting this swimsuit, and I fully intend to enjoy the attention it brings me." She turned back to the mirror, admiring the way the red fabric hugged her curves. She could feel Matthias's eyes on her, could feel the heat of his gaze as it trailed over her body. She loved the way he looked at her, the way he made her feel desired, worshipped, even.
"And who knows?" She glanced at him over her shoulder, a playful smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Maybe I'll even let you watch me swim.
But first, let's pay for this and find somewhere delicious for dinner. You promised me Italian cuisine, remember?" Alejandra said, her voice playful as she turned to face Matthias, still wearing the G-string.
Matthias took the swimsuit from her hand and made his way to the counter. "No problem, my love. I've got just the place in mind."
After they paid for the swimsuit, Alejandra slipped back into her dress. She spontaneously decided not to put her underwear back on but instead put it in her purse. Matthias didn't notice. They stepped out into the bustling Florence streets, the evening sun casting a warm golden glow over the historic city. Matthias took her hand, intertwining their fingers, and led her to a small, charming trattoria he had passed earlier in the day.
The restaurant was cozy, the walls adorned with vintage photographs and wine bottles, and the air was filled with the aroma of homemade pasta and garlic. They were greeted warmly by the host, who seated them at a quaint table by the window, overlooking the lively piazza. Alejandra couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her as she looked out at the bustling street, the strands of fairy lights glowing softly against the dusk sky.
As they browsed the menu, Matthias couldn't help but steal glances at Alejandra, her cheeks still flushed from their earlier shopping adventure. He loved the way she looked in her simple summer dress, her hair cascading down her back in loose curls, and he couldn't wait to see her in that scandalous red G-string she had insisted on buying.
For now, however, they enjoyed a nice dinner together, their laughter and conversation filling the intimate space of the trattoria. Alejandra ordered a glass of the house Chianti, her eyes sparkling with delight as she took her first sip.
"This is just perfect," she murmured, leaning back in her chair and closing her eyes briefly. "It's been such a wonderful day, and this wine is the cherry on top." Matthias watched her, his heart swelling with affection. He knew she had loved exploring Florence, and he felt a deep sense of satisfaction knowing that he had played a part in her happiness. He clinked his glass against hers, a playful smile on his face. "To memorable days, and many more to come," he said, his voice filled with warmth. Alejandra smiled back at him, her eyes softening as she took another sip of her wine.
"To many more amazing days together," she added, her voice warm and content. After a leisurely dinner filled with laughter and good conversation, they made their way back to the hotel, hand in hand. The night air was cool and crisp, and the streets were lined with sleepy shops and quiet cafes.
They walked hand in hand, their fingers intertwined, as they made their way back to the hotel. As they turned down the long, opulent hallway leading to their suite, Alejandra suddenly stopped and turned to face Matthias. She lifted up her dress, flashing him a brief, tantalizing glimpse of her bare ass. She let the fabric fall back into place before turning to walk towards the room, her hips swaying gently with each step. Matthias's heart pounded in his chest as he watched her, his eyes widening in surprise. he hissed, his voice barely above a whisper.
She turned to face him, a wicked grin on her face. "I know it's driving you crazy, Matthias.
The thought of me being naked under this dress, without any underwear, is making you wild, isn't it?" Alejandra teased, her voice low and sultry. She turned her back to him, her hips swaying as she sauntered towards their suite, the key card in hand. Matthias could feel his heart racing, his breath coming in short gasps as he watched her walk away. He knew she was right, her teasing words sending a jolt of desire straight to his groin. He quickened his pace, catching up to her in a few swift steps. He placed a hand on her lower back, his fingers trailing down to her bare skin, just above the curve of her ass. She shivered at his touch, her breath hitching in her throat. He leaned in closer, his voice a low growl in her ear. "But why, Alejandra?
Why tease me like this?" Matthias whispered, his voice thick with desire.
"Because I want you to have easy access," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, "I took off my underwear so that you could lick my ass whenever you want."
Matthias's breath hitched in his throat, his heart pounding in his chest like a wild drum. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, but the thought of Alejandra standing before him, bare and ready, sent a jolt of excitement straight to his groin. He turned her around to face him, his eyes locked onto hers, searching for confirmation. "You're serious?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
Alejandra's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement, but she held his gaze steadily. "Yes, Matthias. I'm serious.
Now let's go inside," she said, her voice laced with a newfound determination. Matthias didn't need to be told twice. He quickly unlocked the door, and they stepped inside the luxurious suite. Without hesitation, Alejandra turned and walked towards the king-sized bed, her movements fluid and confident. She stopped at the edge of the bed, her eyes never leaving Matthias's, and then slowly, deliberately, she got down on her hands and knees.
Matthias's breath caught in his throat as he watched her, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. He couldn't believe what was happening, but the sight of Alejandra on her hands and knees, her ass on full display, was more erotic than anything he had ever seen. He stood there for a moment, frozen, not wanting to break the spell of the moment. But Alejandra was not done yet.
She looked back at him, her eyes filled with anticipation and desire. "Now, Matthias. Don't make me wait," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr. Matthias's breath hitched in his throat as he finally snapped out of his daze. He stepped forward, his hands shaking slightly with anticipation. He gently placed his hands on her hips, his touch tentative and reverent. He could feel her shiver under his touch, her skin soft and warm beneath his palms. He slid his hands down, tracing the curve of her ass, his touch light and teasing. Alejandra let out a soft moan, her body arching slightly under his touch.
Matthias's heart pounded in his chest as he slowly lowered himself to his knees behind her, his breath coming in short gasps. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her, to explore the sensitive skin of her ass. He started with gentle, teasing licks, his tongue tracing the curve of her cheek, the delicate indentation where her thigh met her body.
Alejandra moaned softly, her hips moving slightly, encouraging him. He could taste the salt of her sweat, the faint hint of sunscreen, and beneath it all, the unique, intimate taste of her. It was intoxicating, a sensory experience unlike any other. He licked her again, this time lingering, his tongue exploring the sensitive skin, teasing, tasting. The taste was intense, a mix of her natural scent and the day's adventures. He could almost taste the sun-drenched streets of Florence, the faint tang of exhaust fumes, the sweetness of gelato, all mingled with her unique essence. It was heady, a deep, primal pleasure that sent a jolt of desire straight to his groin. Alejandra let out a soft whimper, her hips pushing back against his face, begging for more.
Matthias obliged, his tongue darting out again, licking and tasting her with fervor. Suddenly, a soft, unexpected sound accompanied her movement. Alejandra let out a small fart, the sound hitting Matthias squarely in the face. She seemed unbothered by what had just occurred. Matthias, on the other hand, was taken aback. His eyes watered slightly from the unexpected assault, but he quickly regained his composure, determined not to ruin the moment. He knew that bodily functions were a natural part of such intimate acts, and he wasn't going to let something so trivial dampen his desire for her. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, and then dived back in, his tongue eagerly continuing its exploration.
Alejandra, emboldened by his determination, let out another fart, this time clearly on purpose, and giggled softly. Matthias pulled back, his eyes watering again, and looked up at her. "Alejandra," he said, a playful smile on his face, "you're not making this easy, you know."
She turned her head to look back at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm sorry, Matthias," she said, her voice filled with faux contrition. "The food here is just so delicious, it's made me a bit gassy. But don't let that stop you. I want you to continue. I like it when you lick me, even if it makes me...giggle." She grinned at him, her cheeks flushed with excitement and mischief.
Matthias chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. Despite her humorous admission, he felt a surge of desire at her words, her playfulness only serving to heighten his arousal. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her again, his hands gripping her hips firmly. He was determined to give her what she wanted, despite the unexpected interruptions.
After some more licking, she turned to him, her eyes shining with mischief. "Why don't we go to the pool now and continue this later, Matthias?" she suggested, a playful grin on her face.
Matthias nodded, a low chuckle escaping his lips. "Alright, let's go to the pool. But first, let me see you in that new G-string." Alejandra stood up and turned to face him, a wicked glint in her eye. She slowly pulled her dress over her head, revealing her naked body beneath. She had indeed gone commando as she had promised, and Matthias's breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. She was stunning, her body tanned and toned from years of swimming and dancing. She turned around, giving him a view of her back and her perfectly rounded ass before bending down to pick up her new G-string from the bed. She slipped it on quickly, her movements fluid and practiced, and then turned back to face him. Matthias's heart pounded in his chest as he took in her scantily clad form.