Chapter 6
Chapter six
The Next Morning
I wake before dawn.
Anticipation thrums through my entire being.
Lying still, I listen to Barcelona stir below and a vision of her arrives in the quiet.
Rosa.
Not a dream, not memory. A presence.
Her voice threads through the dark like low music. I can hear it. I see her lips part, revealing perfectly white teeth when she smiled on the plane. The flush climbing her throat when she spoke about needing rest. The way her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip while she listened to me.
My cock hardens instantly. I grip the base. It literally throbs in my fist. Without thinking, I spit into my hand and start working myself over, twisting at the crown where I’m most sensitive. Pre-come immediately beads at the slit, slick and warm as I smear it down my shaft.
I imagine her mouth there instead of my fist. Dark eyes looking up at me, lips straining around the girth of my cock. My strokes quicken. Pressure builds at the base of my spine. I’m close now, hips lifting off the mattress, muscles tightening.
When I come, it’s a full-blown explosion. Hot, sticky ropes spatter across my stomach and chest and hit the underside of my chin. I lie there panting, cock still twitching in my grip, fluid cooling on my skin.
The moka pot hisses from the kitchen, snapping me out of the orgasmic haze. I drag myself up, wiping my stomach and chest off with the edge of the sheet. My cock is still half-hard and heavy between my legs but I pad naked across the polished floors of my flat, leaving the dirtied sheets behind.
The strong, bitter coffee grounds me for a moment. I drink standing by the window, letting the caffeine fuel my body.
I have the most important meeting of my life this morning, but all I can think about is tomorrow, seeing Rosa and making her more than just a fantasy.
Dragging myself to the shower, I cup myself to keep my dick from bouncing on my stomach. When I step in, the spray hits my shoulders as steam rises around me. I close my eyes and she’s there again. Kneeling before me. Looking up through wet lashes. Pouty lips open in anticipation.
I’m instantly hard. For the second time this morning, I wrap my hand around myself. Closing my eyes, I imagine her lips parting. Taking the tip at first. Swirling her tongue along my sensitive ridge.
My head falls back against the tile as I stroke faster, picturing her taking me deeper, her small hand cupping my balls, rolling them gently between her fingers.
The pressure builds and I ejaculate on the shower wall in thick streams. Then stand trembling, watching the evidence spiral down the drain.
My God, control has never felt so fragile as when I think of her.
I step out of the shower, still shaking from coming twice in the span of an hour, something I haven’t done in forever. My cock is hypersensitive as I towel off, but at least it completely calms down.
Satiated for the time being, I put my suit on like armor. Blue, crisp, a reminder of the man I’ve been for too long. Controlled. Disciplined. Never one to let my libido derail my day.
I text my older brother, Miguel, the lawyer who’s made this all possible to find he’s already waiting for me outside the building.
“Ready to be rich, hermanito?” he asks from the open window.
“Ready to be free,” I correct, squeezing his shoulder as I slide in beside him.
We drive through Barcelona’s morning light, as Miguel reviews the final contract points with me one last time. His voice is a comfortable backdrop to the familiar view of Sagrada Familia.
“You built something extraordinary,” he adds when he’s satisfied I’m prepared. “Papá would have been proud.”
The meeting unfolds in the corner office of Vitis Global. Their CEO, Adriana Marquez, rises when I enter. “Santiago,” she smiles as she extends her hand, “I’m proud to own the company built by a man who taught half of America’s sommeliers how to actually taste wine.”
I sign my name to each page as Miguel indicates. Ten years of rebuilding my training academy, flying to every wine region in the world, tasting and teaching and hundreds of sleepless nights are distilled into a few strokes.
“Congratulations” Adriana takes the wire instructions from me. “The money should clear by noon.”
It’s official. Within two hours, I’ll have more zeros in my bank account than I ever imagined. “Thank you, Adriana. I’m honored you’ll continue my legacy.”
Outside, Miguel catches my elbow before I can escape. “Dinner tonight? Mamá’s expecting us.”
“Wouldn’t miss it,” I promise, embracing him properly. “Thank you, Miguel. For everything.”
Back at my flat, I hang my jacket carefully because habits of precision die hard. Then I loosen my tie and stand at the window. Barcelona swells with light below me and, for the first time in a decade, I have nowhere I need to be except exactly where I want to go.
The thrill of anticipation courses through me, a constant reminder of what’s hopefully to come with Rosa. We may have only had a few hours together, but something deep inside knows our connection is real. I crave her touch.
Closing my eyes, I imagine her standing before me. Hips pressed against the counter, breath quickening when I reach for her. I picture her turning her head and whispering my name. My kitchen filling with soft sounds and shallow breaths.
Every part of me tenses with desire. I fight the urge to shove my pants down and take myself in hand for the third time today.
Instead, I grab a notebook and start to write. Not work stuff. Or poetry.
A plan. For Rosa. For us.
It doesn’t take long for me to fill the pages with a list of places where passion and privacy collide.
A day trip to a secluded beach, where the air is filled with the scent of salt and sunscreen.
A picnic in a hidden cove, fresh fruit and cold wine shared between kisses.
A drive to a quiet vineyard, where the wind rustles the leaves and the vines speak of enduring passion.
An evening back in the city at a quiet table in a dimly lit corner, where we can share secrets, hopes, and desires.
If things go well, a cozy inn nestled in the hills, where the sheets are crisp and the air is cool.
Somewhere I can explore every inch of her body without interruption.
I’ll watch her face flush with desire as she experiences pleasure like never before and revel in the moments when she lets go of all control.
The page fills with dreams. Promises. Each one, I intend to keep.
I’m finished by the time the city shifts into early evening. Standing on the balcony, I watch people fill the streets as the breeze cools my heated skin.
It’s not even a question. I want to be the man who makes her every moment count. Who doesn’t rush something worth savoring.
Somewhere down below my flat, Rosa is finding her way on her own. Hair loose. Eyes sparkling with curiosity and desire. Maybe even looking up at the same sky, as excited to see me as I am to see her.
Tomorrow can’t come fast enough.
If I’m lucky, she’ll be game for a month of exploration, discovery, and unbridled passion.