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San Sebastían

It was just over a week before the engagement, and I was almost losing it in my apartment, the only place where I wasn't suffocated with questions and pressure.

"Hi, love," Carlos says as he enters the apartment. He lifts me off the couch and gives me a kiss that takes my breath away for a moment, calming me down. I notice that he's in a great mood. Carlos smiles and says, "I'm on vacation!"

"Yay! At least some good news today," I say, trying to avoid my irritation.

"And that's not the only one," Carlos says, holding my hand. He kneels down and asks, "Dalia Penedo, will you spend seven days with me in San Sebastian?"

That was the most indecent proposal I had ever received from Carlos, for two reasons: it's summer, unbearably hot even with the air conditioning on full blast, and going to a seaside city is a temptation. Just the thought of the cold sea water makes me shiver. Second, seven days alone with Carlos, without the interference of my parents and with our desire running high, significantly tests our commitment.

"So, what do you say?" Carlos asks, curious.

"I say yes," I reply, without enthusiasm. I move away from Carlos and say, "The problem is how you will convince my father to allow it."


"She's not going!" my father says, irritated by Carlos' request. He practically shouted, to the point where I could hear it from outside his office. I lean against the door again to listen to what's going on. "My daughter won't travel alone with her boyfriend."

"Sorry, Ramon. If you don't trust your daughter's future husband, who's here giving you his word that he won't do anything with her," Carlos starts, irritated, "you don't need to set the wedding date, or better yet, you can cancel everything because there won't be a wedding anymore."

I practically barge through the door, entering as I confront both of them. I can't believe that Carlos was going to end everything because of a trip. My father looks at Carlos and then lowers his head. I approach Carlos, holding his hand. When my father looks back at us, I know what his next words will be.

"You have proven yourself to be a man of integrity, Carlos," my father says. "I authorize you to travel, but I expect your word to be kept."

"And it will be," Carlos assures him.

What can I say? Those were the best seven days of my life, just the two of us. During the day, we explored all of San Sebastian. We visited the city's old port and Playa de la Concha, the most beautiful urban beach in Spain. Our biggest challenge was the night. As soon as we arrived at the lodging, our passion ignited, almost impossible to extinguish. We almost made love every night. The only way to relieve the tension without breaking our commitment was through oral sex.

Just like every night, we entered kissing and tearing off our clothes. Carlos practically ripped my dress, unbuttoning it all at once, realizing that I was only wearing underwear underneath. He lifts me and places me on the bed. Slowly, he removes my panties. Then he returns and lies next to me, running his hand over my body without touching my skin. Although I don't feel his touch, the heat from his hand radiates on my skin, making me shiver. He starts kissing my neck, moving down to my breasts, where he sucks them eagerly. Then he removes his shorts and lies on top of me, surprising me. He had never dared to do that before.

"Carlos..." I scold, but he captures my lips, preventing any arguments from me.

"Shhhh," he says, touching my lips with his fingers. I suck them, looking into Carlos' closed eyes. I feel his penis harden between my thighs. He opens his eyes and says, "Don't worry, I won't break our agreement."

He slides his hand between my thighs and touches my clitoris, applying gentle pressure. He kisses me and continues exploring every part of my body with his hands. Gradually, he moves downward, touching me only with his lips. Giving kisses and licks to my thighs and my groin, until he reaches my labia, running his tongue inside and outside of them. The sensation makes me writhe with pleasure and moan.

Then he explores my inner labia, licking from top to bottom, driving me crazy. He pulls away, blowing, then returns to play with my sex.

"Ah... Carlos... more, please, more," I beg like I had never done before. He had definitely saved everything he had for the last day.

Then Carlos dives into my vagina and touches my clitoris with his soft tongue. He starts making slow circular movements around it. Then he starts moving up and down, driving me wild... He knows I'm close to climaxing and then lightly kisses the tip of my swollen clitoris. Carlos then starts sucking it, gently. He increases the pressure as my moans grow louder.

"I'm almost..." I whisper more to myself than for him to hear.

When I least expect it, Carlos inserts his index finger inside me, making my eyes widen. He starts moving his finger, and I help him put it all the way inside me. Then he starts penetrating me with his finger while he continues to lick me. I feel my whole body tremble within a few minutes; I'm delirious with pleasure.

"Yes, Carlos, yes!!!" I scream in pleasure, gripping Carlos' hair tightly. Slowly, I feel my body arch. Carlos continues to lick me with even more intensity, savoring all of my orgasms. I collapse onto the bed, practically powerless.

"The pleasure was all mine," Carlos says, sitting up and lying next to me. He kisses my face and my lips.

I slide my hands down until I find his erect penis. I smile mischievously at Carlos and say, "Now it's my turn."

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