Late at night the house was silent.
Everyone was asleep .
But Arin lay awake on the spare mattress in the boys' room, staring at the ceiling.
Tomorrow was the last day of their trip.
After that…
he didn't know when he would see Rosa again.
The thought tightened something in his chest.
He couldn't ignore it anymore.
From the moment he met her he was so attracted to her and now it become his obsession which even he didn't realised.
Thinking this he stood up quietly, slipped out of the room, and walked down the hallway.
Even with enhanced senses, his heart was beating so loudly he could barely hear anything else.
He stopped in front of Rosa's door.
Took a deep breath.
And knocked.
The door opened slowly.
Rosa stepped out, wearing a soft nightdress, her hair loose, eyes tired but gentle.
She froze when she saw him.
"Arin…? Is everything okay?"
Her voice was soft from sleep, warm in the quiet hallway.
Arin swallowed.
For a moment, he forgot how to speak.
She looked… beautiful.
Not in a flashy way.
But in a comforting, mature, womanly way that pulled at his heart.
He forced himself to stay composed.
"Mrs. Vásquez…" he began, voice low, "can we talk for a moment?"
Rosa blinked, confused but curious.
"…Of course."
She stepped aside and let him into the dimly lit room.
Rosr stood near the lamp, hands held nervously.
"Arin… what's wrong? Did something happen?"
He took a small step toward her.
Then another.
Rose's breath caught.
Arin's voice was sincere, vulnerable in a way he rarely showed anyone.
"I know this may sound sudden. I know the timing is strange. I know that I don't even know you well ."
He looked into her eyes.
"But… I can't leave tomorrow without telling you my felling to you ."
Rosa's fingers trembled slightly.
"…Arin…"
He took a deep breath.
"I love you, Rose."
Her eyes widened, lips parting.
Arin continued without stopping
"When I first saw you… something clicked inside me. And the more I learned about you.
the deeper my feelings became."
Rosa brought a hand to her chest, stunned.
"Arin… I'm older than you—more than ten years. I'm a mother. I—I shouldn't—"
Arin stepped closer
"You think age matters to me?"
Rosa's breath trembled.
"I… I thought your heart was just being kind. That you were just gentle with me."
Arin shook his head slowly.
"It isn't kindness.
It's feelings ."
He lowered his voice.
"Rosa… I want you , I can't live without you because you become someone I truly love ."
Her eyes glistened.
Her heart, which was beating faster, become even faster hearing this.
"Arin…" she whispered, "I… I don't know what to say…"
Arin looked directly into her eyes.
"Just tell me you feelings."
Rosa looked at him for a long moment.
At the warmth in his eyes.
At the determination in his voice.
Her hand brushed her cheek
and she realized she was crying .
But for a different reason.
Not fron pain but Something warm.
Something she had buried for long time .
She whispered:
"…I tried not to feel anything for you."
Arin's breath caught.
Rosa continued, voice shaking:
"But when you helped my family with out demanding anything.
She looked at him with trembling eyes.
"…My heart moved, Arin.
And it scared me."
Arin stepped closer, gently taking her hand.
"Are you scared now?"
Rosa shook her head, tears falling softly.
"No… not anymore."
A small smile formed on her lips.
"Yes."
Arin froze.
"Yes… what?" he whispered.
Rosa took a breath.
"Yes, Arin.
I… love you too."
Hearing this he didn't hold back.
Without thinking he pulled her into a tight embrace, arms wrapping around her waist, holding her like she was the most precious thing in the world.
Rosa gasped softly— then melted into him, hugging him back, face buried in his chest.
His heart raced.
Her warmth drove him insane in the softest way.
He whispered against her hair:
"Thank you… thank you, Rose…"
Rosa lifted her head slightly—
eyes soft, lips trembling—
And Arin couldn't stop himself.
He leaned down.
She didn't pull away.
Their lips met—
Soft.
Warm.
Emotional.
A kiss filled with relief, gratitude, and feelings they had both tried to suppress.
Rosa's hands tightened on his shoulders as she kissed him back, breath shaky and sweet.
Arin held her even tighter, heart exploding with joy.
When they finally pulled apart, she whispered:
"…Arin… what are we going to do?"
He pressed his forehead to hers.
"We'll figure it out.
Together."
Rosa closed her eyes.
Seeing that he again kiss her soft red lips .
His kiss deepened, a silent, desperate plea that she answered by parting her lips further, inviting him in. The soft sigh she released was a surrender, a permission he seized with a grateful groan.
Without breaking the kiss, Arin backed her into the room, his foot kicking the door shut with a soft click that sealed them in their own world.
The lamplight cast long, dancing shadows across the simple wooden furniture. His hands roamed from her waist, up the silky curve of her back, feeling the delicate bones beneath her skin,It was as soft as he'd imagined.
Her hands were not idle. They slid from his shoulders down his chest, her fingers tracing the hard lines of his muscles through the fabric of his shirt. The touch was hesitant at first, exploratory, but it sent jolts of fire straight through him. He wanted to feel her hands on his skin.
He pulled back just enough to gasp for air, his forehead resting against hers. Their breath mingled, hot and fast. "Rose," he breathed, her name a prayer on his lips.
Her response was to tug at the hem of his shirt, her eyes dark with a desire that mirrored his own. He understood her action and helped her pull it over his head. It fell to the floor
Her eyes roamed over his bare chest , shoulders and his 6 pack abs, and the look in them was a mix of awe and raw hunger filled with desire.
He reached for the strap of her nightdress, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin of her shoulder. He paused, giving her one last chance to stop this, to pull away. She met his gaze, her expression unwavering, and gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod.
That was all the consent he needed. He slid the strap down her arm, then the other, his knuckles grazing her skin. The delicate fabric pooled around her waist, and he drank in the sight of her bared chest in front of him. Her skin was like cream, her big breast round and perfect, rising and falling with her quickened breaths.
He dipped his head, his lips finding the hollow of her throat, then trailing lower, pressing hot, kisses against her collarbone, down to the swell of her breast. He took a hardened peak into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, and she cried out, her back arching, her fingers gripping his hair.
He lavished the same attention on its twin before sinking to his knees before her. He hooked his fingers into the waist of her nightdress, his eyes locked on hers. He slowly drew the last piece of fabric down her hips, over her legs, until it lay in a silken puddle on the floor. She stood before him, completely naked, vulnerable and breathtakingly beautiful.
He rose, his hands cupping her face, and kissed her again, a deep, possessive kiss that left them both breathless. He lifted her as if she weighed nothing, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carried her the few steps to her bed, laying her down gently against the sheets.
He quickly remove the rest of his own clothes, his eyes never leaving hers. When he joined her on the bed, the skin-to-skin contact was electric. He settled over her, his weight supported on his elbows, his body a hard, heavy line against her softness. He could feel the frantic beat of her heart against his own.
He kissed her again, slower this time, savoring her. His hand traced a path down her side, over her hips , to the soft skin of her inner thigh. He felt her tense, then relax as he stroked her gently. His fingers drifted higher, through the soft curls, to the heat at the core of her. He found her slick and ready for him. He circled the sensitive nub with his thumb, and she moaned into his mouth, her hips rising to meet his hand.
He explored her body, listening to the sounds she made, feeling her respond to his touch. He slid a finger inside her, then another, moving in a rhythm that made her writhe beneath him. Her breaths came in short, sharp gasps, her head thrown back in pleasure . He watched her face filled with pleasure as he brought her closer and closer to the edge, until she cum with a cry, her body convulsing around his fingers.
He gave her a moment to come back to herself, pressing soft kisses to her temples and forehead. Then, he positioned himself between her legs, his long erection pressing against her wet entrance. He looked down at her, his expression raw with emotion. "Rose," he whispered again.
Rose who was saw how long his erection felt kind of afraid but nervous at same time, so She reached up, her hand cupping his cheek. "Arin. Please."
He pushed into her slowly, inch by inch, fighting the urge to plunge into her with single thrust. She was tight, and he felt her stretch to accommodate him. He watched her face for any sign of pain, but saw only pleasure and a deep, aching need. When he was fully sheathed inside her, he stopped, buried to the hilt, letting them both adjust to the profound intimacy of the moment.
Then he began to move. He started with long, slow strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in, deep and hard. Each thrust deep .
She met him, her hips rising to meet his, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. The pace quickened, the rhythm becoming more frantic.
The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking—the slap of skin on skin, their ragged breaths and her cries of pleasure.
He could feel his own release building, a coiling tension in his groin. He reached between them, his thumb finding her sensitive bud again, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. It was enough to send her over the edge a second time. Her inner muscles clenched around him, her orgasm a powerful wave that pulled him under with her. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep inside her one last time and release his seed into her womb.
He collapsed onto her, his face buried in her hair, his body trembling with the aftershocks. For a long time, the only sound was their ragged breathing as they slowly returned to earth. He rolled to the side, taking her with him, so they lay face-to-face, their limbs tangled together.
He brushed a damp strand of hair from her forehead, his heart swelling with a love so fierce it almost hurt.
But Arin's body hummed with a restless.energy. The initial release had been a dam breaking, but the river of his desire was far from spent. He lay beside Rose, his heart still hammering, his erection pressing insistently against her thigh, a testament to a hunger that had only been whetted, not sated.
He felt a primal, possessive urge take hold. He wanted to claim every part of her body, to memorize the feel of her body against his in every conceivable way.
He shifted, rolling over her again, his knee nudging her legs apart. She looked up at him, her eyes widening slightly as she felt his renewed hardness against her. There surprise in her gaze as she doesn't belive his erection was still standing proud even after having a intense sex.
Seeing her still surprise. He dont care and entered her again with powerful stroke, and the feeling of her wet heat enveloping him was just as intoxicating as the first time. He began to move, his pace faster this time, more intense
This wasn't a gentle exploration; it was a raw, primal taking. He hooked his arms under her knees, lifting her legs higher, changing the angle, driving deeper. Her cries were sharper now, more deeper , spurring him on.
After a few moments, he pulled out, his breath ragged. "Turn over," he said in a low voice .
Hearing this she look stunned but still she rose to her hands and knees, presenting herself to him in most tempting way
The sight of her huge and round ass sent a jolt of pure lust through him. He knelt behind her, his hands gripping the Softness of her huge ass, spreading her ass wide. He guided himself to her wet entrance and thrust into her from behind.
The angle was devastating. He sank deeper than ever before, hitting a place inside her that made her cry even louder . He held her hips in a tight grip, setting a punishing rhythm, his hips slapping against her ass with each forceful thrust. The room was filled with the raw, wet sounds of their coupling, his grunts of exertion, and her unrestrained moans. He watched his slick shaft disappear into her body again and again, the sight pushing him closer to the edge.
With a roar, he slammed into her one last time and his body went rigid. His cock pulsed as he pumped another hot, thick load of his seed deep into her womb. He collapsed over her back, his chest heaving, his face pressed into her sweat-slicked black hair.
But even as the tremors of his orgasm subsided, the fire in him didn't die. It banked, glowing hotter. He wanted more. He wanted to see her face as he took her.
He pulled out, his manhood still rigid and glistening with their combined fluids. He lay on his back and pulled her over him. "Ride me," he said his in voice hoarse.
Straddling him, she rose up and then sank down, impaling herself on his thick long length. She braced her hands on his chest and began to move, finding her own rhythm. She rolled her hips, grinding down on him, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Arin watched her, mesmerized by the sight of her using his body for her own pleasure, her breasts bouncing with every movement. He gripped her hips, guiding her, thrusting up to meet her downward strokes, driving himself impossibly deep.
Her movements became frantic, erratic. She cried out his name as her orgasm crashed over her, her inner walls clamping down on him like a vice. The sensation was too much. He gripped her ass, holding her down against him as he erupted for a third time, flooding her insides once more.
She slumped against his chest, her body trembling and spent. But Arin was not done. He was insatiable. He gently rolled her off him, laying her on her side. He spooned behind her, lifting her top leg and guiding his still-hard cock back into her slick, overflowing entrance. This time, the pace was slower, more deliberate. He kissed the back of her neck, her shoulders, his hands roaming over her breasts and stomach as he rocked into her with a deep, steady rhythm. It was a languid, possessive taking, a marathon of sensation.
He lost count of the times he took her. He filled her with his seed until it trickled out of her, down her thighs, a testament to his relentless need. He was a man possessed, driven by a love and lust but fortunately Rose room was away from other room so he don't worry about noise being heard.
Finally, releasing his last seed in her womb, Arin stopped and look at unconscious Rose whoes body was covered with red marks, he felt slightly guilty as he overdo it , so he kiss her forehead and covering her with blanket and start wearing his clothes because it was not time them to show their relationship to others.