Hidden Passion [+18]

An unexpected surprise

The sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room as I woke up next to Marcos. The peaceful morning was a sharp contrast to the whirlwind of emotion from the night before. As I stretched, the eventos of the previous days come rushing back to me and i couldn't help but smile.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling me from my thoughts.
Groggily, I reached over and picked it up expecting the usual steam of notifications. Instead, there was an email that caught my eye. An invitation to exhibit my job in an international gallery. My heart skipped a beat as I read the details. This was a dream come true, a chance to showcase my art on a global stage.

-Marcos-I whispered, turning to him. He stirred, open his eyes slightly.
-What's up?- His voice was husky with sleep.
-I've got an invitation to exhibit my job... Internationally- The words felt surreal as they left my lips.

Marcos's eyes widened as the news sank in.

-That's incredible, Alex!- He pulled me into a tight hug, his excitement infectious. -We have to celebrate this properly.-

Later that evening, after a day spent on cloud nine, Marcos insisted on taking me out for a special celebration. We dined at one of our favorite restaurants, a cozy spot with dim lighting and a romantic ambiance. The dinner was a feast of flavors and sensations. We started with an appetizer of tomato and basil bruschettas, served on crisp bread with a light drizzle of olive oil. For the main course, we enjoyed a creamy risotto with wild mushrooms and a hint of truffle, its rich and deep flavor perfectly complemented by the red wine we chose.

Marcos went for a grilled beef fillet, juicy and perfectly seasoned, served with mashed potatoes and roasted asparagus. The combination of textures and flavors on his plate was exceptional. For dessert, we shared a decadent chocolate tart, with a smooth ganache and a touch of sea salt that enhanced the sweetness.

The dinner, besides being delicious, was accompanied by an intimate and elegant atmosphere, making the night even more special.

As we finished dessert, Marcos reached across the table and took my hand. There was a glint in his eye that made my heart race.

-I've been thinking a lot about us, about everything we've been through-  he began, his voice steady yet filled with emotion. -And I know one thing for sure. You're the one I want by my side, forever.-

Before I could fully process his words, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. My breath hitched as he opened it, revealing a sleek, elegant ring.

-Alex, will you marry me?- His question hung in the air, heavy with meaning and promise.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Then, with tears in my eyes, I nodded. -Yes, Marcos. A thousand times yes.-

We kissed, and the world around us faded away. All that mattered was us, in that moment, committing to a future together.

Back at home, the celebratory mood shifted into something more primal. The air between us crackled with an intensity that had been building all night. We barely made it through the door before Marcos had me pressed against the wall, his mouth claiming mine in a fierce, demanding kiss.

His hands were everywhere, exploring, teasing, driving me wild with need. I responded with equal fervor, pulling at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine.

By the time we reached the bedroom, we were both stripped down, our clothes discarded in a trail behind us. Marcos pushed me onto the bed, his eyes dark with lust as he crawled over me.

"You're mine tonight," he growled, his voice thick with desire.

I shivered under his gaze, my body already responding to the promise in his words. He leaned down, capturing my lips in another searing kiss before his mouth moved to my neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin.

I moaned, arching into him as his hand slid down my body, fingers tracing the line of my hip before dipping between my thighs. He teased me mercilessly, his touch light, almost feather-like, as he toyed with my entrance.

-Fuck, Marcos- I groaned, my hips bucking up, silently begging for more.

He chuckled darkly, his breath hot against my ear. -Patience, Alex.-

But patience was the last thing on my mind as he finally slid a finger inside me. I gasped, my body clenching around him as he worked me open with deliberate, torturous slowness.

His mouth was on mine again, swallowing my moans as he added another finger, stretching me, preparing me. I was a mess of need, every nerve ending on fire as he pushed me closer to the edge.

When he finally slid inside me, it was with a roughness that left me breathless. The sensation of him filling me, stretching me, was almost overwhelming. We moved together in a frantic rhythm, our bodies colliding with a force that spoke of the hunger we both felt.

-Marcos,- I gasped, my voice ragged as the pleasure built inside me. -Harder.-

He complied, his pace becoming more intense, more demanding. Every movement of his hips, every thrust, brought us both closer to the brink. The pleasure was overwhelming, building in waves that crashed over me, leaving me breathless and trembling.

Marcos reached down, his fingers exploring my ass, adding another layer of sensation to the already intense experience. He pressed inside, his touch making me shudder with pleasure.

-Fuck, Marcos, I’m gonna—- I cried out, unable to hold back the intense pleasure surging through me.

-Do it,- he growled, his voice low and commanding. -Come for me.-

With a loud, broken moan, I came hard, my body convulsing around him as waves of ecstasy washed over me. The sensation was nearly too much to bear, leaving me trembling and gasping.

Marcos wasn’t far behind. His thrusts grew more frantic, his groans deeper until he finally reached his climax, filling me with his warmth. Even as he came, he continued to move, pushing me further into a state of bliss.

But he wasn’t done yet. Marcos moved down my body, his mouth finding my sensitive member. His expert touch and warm mouth sent me into another frenzy of pleasure. He sucked me off with a skill that had me crying out, savoring every moment as he worked me over.

-Ahhh... Fuck, yeah... Ahhhh,- I moaned, overwhelmed by the intensity of his actions.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of shared bliss, we collapsed into each other’s arms, our bodies entwined and our breaths coming in ragged gasps. The room was filled with the soft sounds of our breathing as we lay together, the aftershocks of our passion slowly subsiding.

As the quiet settled around us, Marcos pressed a tender kiss to my forehead, his voice a gentle murmur in the dim light. -You’re my everything, Alex.-

I looked up at him, my heart swelling with love and contentment. -And you’re mine.-

We stayed wrapped in each other’s embrace, our bodies exhausted but our spirits renewed. The intensity of our passion had only deepened our connection, and as we lay together in the stillness, I knew that whatever the future held, we would face it together, stronger and more connected than ever before.

The following morning, as we began the process of settling into our new home, the excitement of starting this new chapter together filled the air. Our future was bright, and with each step we took, we built a life that was as full of promise as our love for each other.

Marcos took my hand, his eyes shining with hope and happiness. -This is just the beginning, Alex. We have so much ahead of us, and I’m so glad we’re facing it together.-

I squeezed his hand, my heart full of gratitude. -Me too, Marcos. Here’s to our new beginning and everything that comes next.-

With that, we embraced our new life, ready to build a future that was as full of promise as our love for each other.