💮͓̽His Mistress💮

Vacation Foreplay.

"Raul, have you seen my suitcase? I'm sorry if I'm keeping you waiting—I'm just so confused and stressed. I thought I packed everything last night, I—"

"Tesoro, relax," he cut in gently, amusement dancing in his eyes. "The suitcases are already in the car. I'm just waiting for you to get dressed."

His smile, warm and teasing, coaxed a shy one from me, easing the knot in my chest.

"You ready?" he asked, raising a brow.

I shook my head, a sheepish grin tugging at my lips.

"I haven't showered," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper.

He chuckled, stepping closer, his presence filling the room.

"Get your ass in the bathroom, Caramella. I'll wait."

He gave me a gentle push, his hand grazing my backside with a playful tap that sent a giggle bubbling from my lips.

On the bed lay a flowery romper and white slides with a furry trim, a thoughtful gift from him.

My heart warmed at his care, the way he knew me so well. I hurried through my shower, the hot water washing away my nerves, and slipped into the outfit, the fabric hugging my curves perfectly.

"I knew my choice would look stunning on you," Raul said as I emerged, his smirk wicked, his gaze raking over my exposed thighs, igniting a flush across my skin.

He pulled me by the waist, his hands firm yet tender, and pressed a feathery kiss to my lips, leaving them tingling.

"I can't wait for our vacation, Caramella."

"The impatience is mutual," I whispered, my voice husky, my fingers brushing his chest. His smile, bright and boyish, melted me.

"Let's go." Our fingers laced together, and we left, the promise of summer stretching before us.

My chest was full of excitement—sunlight, waves, freedom. But underneath all that joy was a tiny flutter of dread, a shadow over my happiness.

"Raul," I called softly, my voice hesitant.

He hummed, his eyes on the road, one hand resting on my thigh.

"What if your mamá doesn't like me?" I turned toward him. "What then?"

He glanced over, then slowed to a stop at the light. With his free hand, he cupped my cheek.

"Do you trust me, tesoro?"

I nodded—without hesitation.

"Then it doesn't matter," he said softly. "Even if she's upset at first, the truth is—I'm not leaving you. No one changes that."

"But Raul," I whispered, my voice muffled against his shirt, "I don't want to ruin your relationship with her because of me."

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through me.

"Mamá's understanding. She might be upset at first—she's stubborn like me—but her heart's soft as cotton. She can't stay mad at her favorite son for long."

His grin was playful, but a faint blush crept up his cheeks.

I smiled, staring at him like he held the sun in his hands.

"Oh, so you're a mamá's boy, huh? That's why you're so calm, knowing you can charm your way into her heart."

I poked his side, teasing, my laughter bubbling up as his blush deepened.

"Angel, stop," he said, swatting my finger away, but his smile betrayed his amusement.

I grinned, feeling bold. "Mamá's little boy," I taunted, poking him again.