Sergio drove their way to the nearest hotel. They arrived at a very high-end hotel and approached the reception.

“A room for two,” Sergio told the receptionist then a smirk formed on his face, “but with a single bed only, please.”

His palm reached the back of Rosie and rubbed it in assurance, his touch were giving her tingles.

“Are you okay?“ he asked with a worry plastered on his face. “Are you sure that you want to do this?”

She gave him a shy smile and nodded. “Yes, Sergio. I want to do this.”

His heart leaped when Rosie said his name. The receptionist handed the keys and they made their way to their room. He unlocked the door and they both entered inside. Rosie was pushed on the wall, then Sergio leaned in as if he was about to kiss her. She closed her eyes waiting for the kiss when a chuckled escape from Sergio’s mouth.

“You are not drunk. That is good,” he said as he brushed his thumb on her lower lip, “I want you to be fully aware when you are giving your consent, okay?”

“Okay,” she nodded then sucked his thumbed, swirling her tongue around it.

Sergio’s eyes darkened, lust and a heated passion was evident in his orbs. His hunger was ready to devour the pleasures as he felt his manhood getting harder. She stopped swirling her tongue and let his thumb go with a popping sound of her lips.

“I don’t want to make further movements and I don’t want to assume things that is why I want to have your consent first,” he explained with his eyes locked on hers, “Rosie, can I touch you? May I have your consent?”

The way Elvira described him sounded like he was an ultimate playboy that made women crawl on his feet, begging for pleasure. She felt over-to-the-moon when Sergio was actually a respectful man even in bed.

“You have my full consent, Sergio,” she said and gladly smiled.

“Is there something you would not like to do during sex?” he asked with a genuine care in his eyes, “Rough sex? Blowjob? Kinky?”

“Just vanilla and no anal sex, please,” she honestly said.

He nodded. “Thank you for telling me. No anal sex then.”

“Will you be gentle?” she asked with nervousness visible on her tone.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be gentle.” His lips captured hers and bit her lower lip, “Shall we?” He held her hand as he led her to the massive bed. Rosie laid on her back as he stood above her, eyes locked while he unbuttoned his shirt slowly. His broad chest came to her view and he leaned in thus he finally kissed her. Then kissed her shoulder and traced his lips over her neck, almost reaching her ear but not quite. She tilted her head, and he softly bit her after exhaling deeply. It did not hurt, but it made her craved for more.

“You are mine for tonight, Rosie. Mine.” His teeth nibbled her neck skin softly, causing to have a red imprint. “You looked so sexy in your dress but that will look good on the bedroom floor.”

He kissed her the way he wanted to be kissed, soft and moist and hot and breathy, desiring connection and proximity and the sharing of one breath, one sensation, one timeless and passionate instant. The heat swelled in her cheeks as his tongue met hers, at first quick and electric and amazing, then firmer, more determined, more interested in the heat that lay within, striving to track down that elusive liquid lightning that ran through both of them.

Rosie eagerly let him carefully undress her as his fingertips reached the hem of her dress. Her huge tits were exposed to his view, and she was left with nothing but a red laced panty.

“I was staring at those protruding nipples of yours while we were at the club.” With the tip of his tongue darting and whirling, he captured the peak of her nipple, while his hand found her other boob and gently squeezed for it, “So beautiful. God, I want to kiss your panty.”

His nose stroked against the fabric of her underwear, and his lips gave light kisses to her panty as he positioned himself between her legs while Rosie felt his beard brushing the skin of her thighs. His finger felt the outer fabric of her panty becoming wetter as he caressed it.

“Sergio…” His name escaped from her lips.

He was making sexy sounds beneath his breath and said, “Have I gotten your panty soaked, baby?”

“Please, Sergio…” she sobbed softly, squinting her eyes. Her fingers had reached his hair and were sliding through it, with him positioned between her legs. Sergio noticed that her body was crying for his touch.

“What do you want, baby?” he said it in a seductive yet stern tone. “Tell me, I am no mind reader.”

“I want you to devour me,” she answered clearly. “I want you to suck me like there is no tomorrow, I want you to worship my pussy. I want your face buried in between my thighs. Please, Sergio… My pussy is now yours. Pleasure it or wreck it, I want your touch.”

With no hesitation, the panty slid down from her legs. His muscular hands spread her legs and held them in place, her bare pussy was displayed in front of his face.

“Such a nice pussy you have, my French rose.” His finger gently teased her, parting her pussy lips.

Sergio gently kissed her pussy lips before sliding his tongue inside her. He made sure that his tongue was not missing any sensitive parts to simulate as it swirled inside her. She pushed her hips, arching on her back and her pussy brushing his face even more but his hands brought her hips back down to the mattress. Then his palms found her butt cheeks and fondled them.

“Sergio…” She let out a moan whilst gripping in the bed sheets.