Chapter 66: 53 - PLEASURE
(The next day)
I woke up, feeling the warmth of his body beside me. Honestly, I was a bit confused why he had moved from what should have been a comfortable enough spot to substitute as a pillow, but perhaps he hadn’t realized he’d moved right next to me.
I stirred, trying to free myself from his tight embrace. The sun was already quite high, piercing through the curtain gaps, indicating that morning was turning into noon. "Arturo," I whispered softly, patting his arm.
No response.
I tried again, a little louder, "Arturo, wake up. It’s already noon."
He just mumbled, burying his face deeper into the pillow.
I chuckled. It seemed easier to wake a mountain than this man.
Since he still wouldn’t wake up, my gaze fell on something that caught my attention, hidden under a thin blanket. A small, suspicious mound. My curiosity flared.
How big was that "thing," really?
Slowly, my hand moved, reaching towards the mound. I touched it. It felt strange, soft, yet firm. My hand began to explore, feeling its funny shape, like a limp bird after a long day of flying. I held back a laugh, imagining that odd comparison.
Not long after, playfully, I started to fiddle with the "thing" with my hand. I gently squeezed it, then softly stroked it. Suddenly, I felt something surprising. The "thing" slowly hardened, grew larger, and lifted its head. My eyes widened in shock.
Oh my God, it really woke up!
My shock must have been palpable, because a second later, Arturo’s eyelids began to flutter. He stirred softly, then slowly opened his eyes. His still slightly sleepy gaze met my wide eyes. I could feel a blush creeping up my cheeks.
My hand was still there, and the "thing" felt increasingly hard in my grasp.
Arturo blinked, as if trying to process the situation. Then, a thin smile, half-sleepy and half-amused, appeared on his lips. He looked at my hand, then shifted his gaze to the "thing" that was now fully awake. I pulled my hand away as fast as lightning, as if I had just touched burning coals. But it was too late. He had seen everything.
"Morning, Helena," his voice was hoarse, typical of someone who had just woken up, but there was an amused tone in it. He took my hand, the one that had been holding the "thing," and squeezed it tightly.
"It seems... you managed to wake me up in a rather... effective way."
My face must have been as red as a ripe tomato. I tried to find words, any words, to articulate the whirlwind of mortification and surprise swirling within me, but nothing came out. Only a shy, almost inaudible sigh escaped my lips, a puff of air laced with an unspoken apology and a hint of something else I couldn’t yet name.
Arturo chuckled softly, a low, rumbling sound that was both deep and strangely calming. He then pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me, holding me in a tight, comforting embrace.
"It’s okay," he whispered in my ear, his breath warm against my skin,
"I don’t mind being woken up like this."
I still felt a profound awkwardness, a lingering heat on my cheeks, but the warmth of his embrace, the reassuring solidity of his body against mine, began to melt away my acute embarrassment.
I buried my face in his chest, inhaling his unique scent – a clean, masculine aroma with hints of his soap and something uniquely him, both grounding and intoxicating. His fingers, long and gentle, began to play in my hair, stroking it softly, a soothing rhythm.
His heartbeat, steady and strong, thrummed against my ear, a reassuring cadence.
"Helena," he called softly, "Are you... curious about something?"
I looked up, my eyes meeting his sparkling gaze. A thin smile, full of teasing, played on his lips. I knew exactly what he meant. My cheeks flushed again, but this time it wasn’t just from embarrassment. Another tremor began to creep into my heart.
"Maybe," I whispered softly, almost inaudible.
He chuckled softly, then pulled me closer. "Well then," he said, his voice a little deeper, "How about we explore that curiosity together?"
Arturo moved his hand, gently holding my chin, then slowly guided my head downwards. I gasped as I realized his intention. My eyes widened. This... this was something I had never imagined I would do. My heart pounded, a mix of shock and a slight... terrifying curiosity.
"Just try it," he whispered, his voice now sounding seductive, "Slowly."
I swallowed. This was the first time I had been faced with a situation like this. Hesitantly, I leaned closer. And then, an aroma wafted up. The smell... wasn’t very pleasant. A bit sour, a bit... strange. I almost pulled away because of the unpleasant smell, but Arturo’s hopeful gaze kept me there. This was a very new step for me, a truly foreign exploration.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to push away the disturbing smell. I extended my lips, touching the tip of the "thing" very carefully. It felt warm, and its texture... strange. I could feel the pulse in my own throat. Hesitantly, I opened my mouth a little, letting the tip enter. It felt very alien and slightly uncomfortable.
Arturo let out a soft sigh, and that sigh startled me a little. I could feel his free hand now stroking my hair, as if encouraging me. There was a kind of tension in the air, a mixture of curiosity, awkwardness, and something new that I couldn’t yet define. I tried to focus on the sensation, rather than the unpleasant smell or the awkwardness that enveloped me. This was a new experience, and I felt strange doing it, but also a little intrigued by curiosity.
Slowly, that curiosity began to overcome the awkwardness. I started to feel something different. There was a kind of pressure, a strange sensation, but somehow, it began to feel... appealing. I wanted to feel more. I started to move my lips, a little more daringly. The sensation changed, becoming something more intense. I could feel Arturo’s response, his increasingly deep sighs, his choked gasps. It gave me a kind of push, a kind of permission to continue exploring.
I began to try licking a little deeper, feeling how the "thing" responded to my every movement. The initial foreignness slowly faded, replaced by a new kind of focus. I wanted to know what other sensations I could get, and how Arturo would react. This was no longer just about innocent curiosity, but also about the desire to understand and feel something new, something profound.
I became bolder, letting myself sink into this new sensation. My focus shifted from the scent that had briefly bothered me, now entirely centered on my own rhythm and movements. There was a strange sense of satisfaction that emerged, with each soft sigh from Arturo. I began to use my tongue, exploring every curve and texture. The "thing" felt increasingly hard and pulsating in my mouth, as if responding to every touch.
Arturo’s hand tightened in my hair, sometimes pulling it gently, as if giving me unspoken directions. I felt a kind of power, a kind of control, in my every movement. It was no longer just about curiosity, but about the desire to give and receive deeper sensations. Time seemed to stop; there was only me, Arturo, and the sensations that enveloped us. I could feel the pulse in my own temples racing, along with the increasing intensity.
Suddenly, a strange sensation swept over me. The "thing" pulsed more strongly, and I felt a warm gush of liquid filling my mouth. My eyes instantly widened, utterly shocked. This was completely unexpected! It tasted... a bit salty, and slightly sticky. I pulled away quickly, coughing softly in surprise.
Arturo gasped, his breathing heavy, and he looked... relieved. He looked at me with half-closed eyes, then smiled faintly. His face was flushed, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. I was still in shock, trying to process what had just happened. My mouth felt strange, and the sensation of surprise hadn’t faded.
"Arturo!" I exclaimed, trying to sound angry even though my voice was a little choked. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, pretending to be disgusted. "Why didn’t you tell me it would be like this? I was shocked!"
He chuckled softly, his laugh still a little breathless. "Sorry, darling," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I thought... you’d enjoy it. Besides, you looked so focused just now."
I snorted, though a small smile was beginning to be hard to suppress on my lips. "Focused doesn’t mean I’m ready for a flood, you know!" I playfully slapped his arm, pretending to be annoyed. But inwardly, there was a slight amusement and also... a strange satisfaction mixed with my surprise. This was a truly new experience, and even though I was pretending to be angry, my curiosity was only further piqued.
