1. Argentinian Romance

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From the second Gabriel walked into the swanky Palermo restaurant, something about him just captivated me completely. I could feel his eyes gaze on me over the clinking wine glasses and bread. It made me feel naked and yet so alive.

This was a work dinner, after all. I try not to smile and gaze into the deep red swirl of my cabernet. So, this is your first time in Buenos Aires? His Argentinian accent is so sexy.

Um, no, third time. My eyes lift from across the table up to his broad chest until finally our eyes meet. Oh, so you're practically local now? Not quite.

I've only come here for work, so I've never had much time to explore. And that is how you two know each other? Through the design firm? Gabriel looks towards my colleague, Jackson, who nods.

What is it you do? Well, I own a bar in town, all organic wines and beers, and a winery up in the mountains. I take a sip of wine from my glass and lick my lips.

Is he still looking at me? His gaze is strong and steady. It makes me feel like electricity is running through my blood.

The waitress comes to our table and asks if we'd like anything else. Gabriel quickly grabs his card to pay before anyone else can. Hm.

Generous, I think to myself. Thanks for the drink. It was lovely to meet you.

Oh, please, the pleasure was all mine. And let me give you a ride to your hotel, no? On the inside, I'm celebrating.

Sure, I have a work meeting in the morning and could use the rest of the night to prepare, but who am I to say no to this opportunity? Yes, that would be lovely. Great, I'll grab my bike.

Gabriel pulls up to the front of the restaurant on a bright yellow Vespa. There's something so charming about him, in a way that's different from all the men I've met back home. Where to? The Algodon.

I climb on and wrap my arms around his waist, feeling the heat from his legs on mine. We arrive in front of my hotel. Would you like to come in for a nightcap? He doesn't have to answer before opening the front door for us both.

When the elevator opens, he places his hand on the small of my back and presses me forward. It's such a simple touch yet sends me reeling. In the elevator, our eyes meet.

He stands close enough that I feel the rhythm of his breath. Will he kiss me? The elevator dings, and I lead him down the hallway to my room.

I feel his eyes on my back the whole time. I'm glad I wore my black jeans, the ones that hug me tightly. We walk in, and he slides his arm around my waist and pulls me close.

He tilts my chin up slightly with his finger and meets my mouth with his. The contrast of the slight stubble of his beard and the warmth of his tongue is intoxicating. I can't stop myself from moaning a little as he kisses me.

I haven't been able to take my eyes off you. I smile and kiss him back. What could I say at that moment? My panties have been wet since dinner.

It's true, but I decide to let him find out for himself. He throws me onto the bed and pulls off my black wedges. I start to unbutton my pants and he slides them down my legs.

Then he removes his blue jeans and unbuttons his shirt. It's hard not to devour him or let myself be devoured by him in just a single moment. I want him all.

His laugh, his passion, the dimples on his left cheek, his mouth, his chest, his cock. Gabriel climbs on top of me and kisses my neck, which turns into biting. It doesn't hurt.

Instead, it just drives me wild. He alters between kissing, sucking, and biting my neck. He moves to my breasts and gently tugs on my nipple with his teeth.

I wrap my hands around the sheets as if I need something to steady myself from his kisses, like I could fall if I didn't have something to brace myself with. He makes his way to my pubic bone and slips two fingers under my black satin panties and slips them down my legs and onto the floor. He brushes his hand down my pussy and nibbles on my thigh until I beg him to taste me.

I reach my hand behind his head as if to say, Taste me. I want you to. Be patient, darling.

I need to make sure you're ready for me. I want to look at your pussy and see if you are. He spreads my thighs further apart until it almost hurts.

Rather than bite, lick, or suck, he just looks and runs his tongue along his lip. Can he see my clit throbbing? I've never had a lover look at my pussy like this.

It's strangely one of the most intimate and erotic things I've ever experienced. He runs his thumb around my vulva so gently as if tracing a circle around where he will fuck me. I dig my nails into the blankets and move my pelvis toward his face, begging for him to stop torturing me.

Suddenly, a primal version of him comes out. He wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls my pussy to his mouth, sucking it slowly. I have to yell.

He pulls back just a few inches. I can still feel his breath on my pussy. Are you ready? Yes.

Let me see. He pushes a finger into me and I moan with ecstasy. Yes, mi linda.

I can tell my wetness pleases him. He spends a few moments feeling what it's like to be inside of me, then slides his finger in and out, as if to play with how wet I am, how wet he has made me. Slowly, he stands up and removes his boxes, revealing a huge and perfect cock that I would do anything to have inside of me.

Are you sure you are ready for me, mi reina? Yes, please. I need to have you.

Really? Have me how? Inside of me, please.

It satisfies him to make me spell it out for him, I can tell. I need to be sure. Gabriel holds his cock and teases my clit with the tip of it, brushing slowly from side to side.

I want to scream. I could come from just this if he continues, but he doesn't. Instead, he holds his cock and enters me so slowly I could cry.

I moan and reach my hands to hold his waist. I moan into his mouth. He rolls his pelvis with the grace of a professional athlete.

He moves deeper inside of me, and our lips lock.