slut - Alexia Putellas

41.

good evening everyone.

just so you know. i'm not a romantic. i'm not.

enjoy ☕️✍🏼

Cruising along the coastal road about an hour and a half later, the therapist was reclined comfortably in the passenger seat, enjoying the rhythmic sway of the car and the soothing Latin beats that filled the interior.

The sun was beginning its descent, casting a warm glow over the beachfront scenery that stretched out beside them.

She glanced sideways to a certain FC Barcelona captain, who seemed focused on the road ahead, but a contented smile on her lips as she held the steering wheel firmly.

"I didn't expect the drive to be this long," Erin remarked lightly, her gaze drifting to the stunning views of the beaches they passed. "Must be some pretty amazing coffee to make this drive worth it, huh?"

Alexia chuckled softly.

"There are better places for coffee, no doubt. But this spot has its own charm. You'll appreciate it once we're there. And who knows, maybe the company will make up for any coffee shortcomings," she added playfully, shooting a sidelong glance at the therapist relaxing in the seat to her right.

"Flattery like that might just earn you a bonus point," Erin teased, her eyes glinting mischievously.

Alexia's eyebrow arched in amusement, her tender lips curling into a playful smile.

"Is that so? Well then, I'll have to up my game," she quipped back, her warm hand gently settling on Erin's thigh.

It felt like a feather gently grazing her skin, the warmth of her palm seeping through the fabric of Erin's shorts, creating a tingling sensation that spread slowly outward.

Shifting slightly in her seat, the contact sent a ripple of warmth through her as Alexia's thumb began to trace small, soothing circles on her thigh, the motion gentle and rhythmic.

"I'm looking forward to seeing what else you've got up your sleeve," the blonde mumbled with a teasing grin, her tone light yet tinged with anticipation as she kept her eyes on the road.

Alexia chuckled softly, responding with a gentle squeeze, her thumb brushing over the fabric in a gentle gesture of agreement.

"Just wait until we get there. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised."

Her deeper voice mingled with the soft Latin beats that filled the car as the coastal scenery rolled by.

"Hm, I hope so," Erin hummed, sinking deeper into the plush leather of the passenger seat, her senses attuned to the new surroundings.

They navigated along a winding coastal road, away from the bustling streets of Barcelona and away from the highways.

The coastline stretched out before them, bathed in the soft glow of twilight as the evening descended upon them, casting a golden hue across the Mediterranean landscape.

Small fishing boats bopped gently on the waves, their colors twinkling like distant stars in the dark as they prepared for the night's catch, while seagulls soared overhead, their calls blending with the rhythmic sound of the surf caressing the shore.

Cozy coastal villages nestled against the backdrop of rolling hills, their white-washed buildings illuminated by the soft glow of street lamps, while palm trees swayed in the evening breeze, casting gentle shadows on narrow cobblestone streets that led down to the sea.