𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 | 𝓟𝓮𝓭𝓻𝓸 𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓵 |

With you

A month passed since I left that hospital, and I feel better every day that passes, with him. Pedro has been a great support these days, and without him I would not have been able to get out of that hole.

Now, we are in Chile, we wanted to come to his hometown with the intention of disconnecting from everything.

As the afternoon sun bathed the Chilean countryside in a warm golden light, Pedro and I found ourselves lounging in the garden of his family's house. We had been here since the morning, enjoying the tranquility and beauty of the surroundings, but now, as the day wore on, the sun began its slow descent towards the horizon.

Seated on a weathered wooden bench beneath the shade of a towering oak tree, Pedro and I basked in the peaceful atmosphere of the garden, as the family was talking and laughing. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers, and the distant sound of birdsong added to the serenity of the moment.

Pedro turned to me, a playful glint in his eyes. "I have an idea," he said, his voice tinged with excitement. "Why don't we take a walk around the beach? There's something I want to show you."

Intrigued, I nodded, rising to my feet and taking Pedro's outstretched hand. Together, we strolled along the winding pathways of the garden, the soft crunch of gravel beneath our feet the only sound breaking the silence.

As we walked, Pedro was sharing anecdotes and stories from his childhood. I listened intently, enjoying the opportunity to learn more about Pedro's past and the place he called home.

Eventually, we reached a secluded corner of the beach, where a small cave was located, leaving incredible views to the water, with the sun setting on the bathroom. Birds were singing and fliying all over to the peaceful ambiance.

Pedro led me inside the cave and we sat down side by side, our shoulders brushing lightly against each other. For a moment, we simply sat in silence, content to soak in the beauty of our surroundings.

But then, Pedro turned to me, his gaze soft and tender. "Alessa," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "I love you so much". His eyes filled with a silent longing. He reached out, his hand brushing against my cheek as he leaned in to capture my lips in a tender kiss.

The world fell away around us as we lost ourselves in each other, our bodies moving in perfect harmony as we sought solace and connection in the embrace of our love.

With each kiss, each caress, the tension that had been building between us melted away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of desire and passion. We were two souls intertwined, bound together by an unbreakable bond that transcended time and space.

As our kisses grew more urgent, more desperate, I felt a fire ignite within me, consuming me with a hunger that could not be quenched. Pedro's touch was like a flame against my skin, sending sparks of electricity coursing through my veins.

Without a word, Pedro guided me down onto the soft grass beneath us, his hands roaming over my body with a fervent urgency. I arched my back, pressing myself against him as our lips met in a fierce, heated kiss.

In that moment, there was no past, no future, only the here and now. We were lost in the throes of passion, consumed by a love that burned brighter than the sun itself.

We began to undress each other, without separating our mouths. We are full of desire, it's been a month since I wasn't able to do this, but today, today I feel ready, and I want him more than ever.

He looks at me with desire, after pulling away to catch his breath. "I love you Pedro, make me yours."

And just like that, without further ado, he enters me, with slow rides, full of love, while his mouth quiets my moans.

As we made love beneath the sheltering embrace of the rocks, time seemed to stand still. Each touch, each caress, was a symphony of sensation, a testament to the depth of our connection.

And as we lay entwined in each other's arms, our bodies spent and sated, I knew that I had found my home in Pedro's embrace. In that hidden corner of the world, beneath the watchful gaze of the towering rocks, we had forged a bond that could never be broken.