control - Alexia Putellas

7.

Erin woke up as the sun filtered through the half-closed curtains of her modernly furnished hotel room, still tired from last night's activities.

Her limbs were exhausted. Her muscles sore. Her blonde hair was completely disheveled and sprawled all over the comfortable cushions. Her delicate lips were still swollen from kissing this irresistible woman all night long.

Last night had been a dream.

But that dream came to an end when Erin rolled onto her side, stretched out her exhausted, slender limbs and shoved the bright white comforter off her body.

Because that was the moment she realized she was still completely naked.

And that was also the moment she realized that Alexia was no longer there.

The captain was gone.

Without saying another word, without waking Erin after the blonde had spoiled her for several hours last night in a way no one ever had before, Alexia left.

She just left.

The blonde sits up, rubbing her tired eyes, allowing her heavy lashes to flutter open, and looks around the empty hotel room in the top floor of the modern building.

And for some reason, Erin couldn't help but feel sad that Alexia had left so soon. Even more so, without saying a word.

Hadn't she enjoyed last night?

But this question was pointless, because the way Alexia's athletic figure reacted to all of Erin's touches, the things this irresistible woman said, made it more than clear that the midfielder was enjoying the previous night.

She couldn't deny that.

Running her cold fingers through tousled, blonde hair, Erin took a moment to stare out the window of her hotel room in the Mediterranean capital's vibrant downtown.

As a matter of fact, the sun's rays that had awakened her just a few minutes ago, were gone.

Huge, dark clouds drifted across the overall gray, rainy-looking sky above the city.

"And I thought the sun was always shining in Spain", the slender blonde mumbles to herself as she gets up and makes her way to the bathroom, tired legs carrying her into the shower.

Because after last night, Erin really needed that.

As she found herself standing in the glass booth several minutes later, ice-cold water trickling down the pale skin of her slender, exhausted body, Erin couldn't help but reflect on last night's events.

She remembered how the captain's entire body was shaking as she allowed herself to settle against Erin's thigh last night.

How Alexia's usually so strong body relaxed when she collapsed into the sheets after her first orgasm, slumping onto her back, panting heavily.

How the midfielder released for the second time as Erin's tongue made her feel good between her trembling thighs.

How those pretty whimpers, those deep, hot moans, echoed throughout the stuffy hotel room - which would've needed to be aired out a number of times - all night long.

And all these thoughts excited Erin.

For last night really had been a dream.

There was no doubt about that.

Even though Alexia had left - for they agreed that last night was just a one-night stand between two strangers - Erin couldn't help but feel sad that the captain had left without another word.