Page 33 of The Tourist

“Diego, can we try something?” I ask quietly.

He looks at me, his eyes full of curiosity and concern. “Of course. What do you have in mind?”

“I want to touch you. Down there,” I respond, my cheeks flushing. “I want to try to do something that’s on my terms.”

Diego steps closer to me, gently cupping my face in his hands. “I want nothing more than to make you happy. But only if you’re sure. You can stop at any moment. No questions asked.”

I nod, my heart starts pounding in my chest. “I’m sure. I need this.”

“Okay,” he agrees.

I don’t feel pressured, which makes me want to do this even more. I want to know more about Diego’s body, to learn what he likes and how he reacts.

We walk to his bedroom, and Diego closes the door behind us, creating a private sanctuary where I can take this next step at my own pace. He unbuttons his pants, and they fall to the floor, revealing his erection. I can’t help but stare, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement.

“It looks so much nicer than the other ones I’ve seen,” I say, a hint of amusement in my voice to cover my anxiety. “They weren’t that big. I guess those with little or nothing have to pay for it!”

Diego chuckles. “An interesting observation. Let me find you something to hold your hair back. I can get you a hair tie from your room.”

I shake my head. “I can’t. They always did that to control me. I need to do this my way.”

He nods. “I understand. I won’t touch you unless you ask.”

Kneeling before him, my heart is racing, and I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I reach out and wrap my fingers around him, feeling the warmth of his skin. I look up at him, and he meets my gaze, his eyes filled with trust and encouragement.

“Just say the word, and we stop. There is no pressure whatsoever.”

I lean forward, my lips brushing against his length, and I start to explore him with my mouth. His taste, salty mixed with musk, is new and different, but it’s not unpleasant. As I continue, I feel I’m reclaiming something that was taken from me. I am choosing to do this. I’m in control. Nothing will happen that I don’t want.

Diego’s breaths become heavier, and his hands clench at his sides. I can see the pleasure I’m giving him as I stroke my hand up and down his cock. Knowing I can bring him this kind of pleasure is powerful. It cleanses me, washing away the memories of being used and discarded. This act is mine now, and I’m sharing it with someone I’m developing strong feelings for.

“It feels so good,” Diego groans, his voice sounding raspy and full of desire.

Placing my mouth over the head of his cock, I take him into my mouth slowly, swirling my tongue around his length. I increase my pace, finding a rhythm that feels right as I move my mouth up and down his shaft. I focus on the sensations, on the sounds Diego is making, and on the connection we’re sharing. It’s intimate and healing, and I feel a sense of pride and satisfaction.

“I’m going to come. Pull back,” he orders, but I shake my head around his cock. I want to taste all of him, and I bring him deeper into my mouth.

When Diego releases, it’s with a shuddering gasp. His taste is sweet, and I swallow every last drop, savoring it. I look up, and he smiles at me, his eyelids hooded with pleasure.

“Thank you. Are you okay?” he asks, lowering to his knees so he’s closer to my level.

I smile, feeling a warmth spread through me.

“Yes, I needed that.” I kiss him, taking control of everything between us.

“I taste good on your lips,” he moans, licking around his lips.

“You taste good in my mouth,” I reply.

Our conversation seems dirty.

No, not dirty, it’s freeing.

Sexy.

Normal.

CHAPTER22

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