Chapter 5

Nota bene: the chapter features mature content!

I wake up only because a cocky sun ray fell on my left eye. I rub it, hiding my face in the pillow, but I still could feel its merry warmth on my skin.

"Where I am?" I gasp, immediately sitting up in bed. The blanket fall on my laps, and I realize that I’m naked. Someone is humming, almost purring like a contented cat, some very familiar melody. It’s Alana; she has already woken up before me, and now she’s busy in the bathroom.

I pull the blanket up all the way to my chin, covering my modesty, if there could be one left after what happened between us at night.

I don’t remember I’ve ever loved someone so much at night before, moaned and screamed so shamelessly, pressing my face to the pillow or biting and sucking on my fingers.

Alana, as she has promised, basically did everything herself, cheekily guiding me... It seems she even spanked me a couple of times on the buttocks... yes, she did, and it still hurts, by the way, but it helped me to come pretty quickly. I was moaning so loudly that, probably, the whole hotel heard us... or rather heard me. Alana turned out to be a very giving person; she seemed to feel that I needed it much more than she did last night. And it helped, for a night I forgot about my sister and mother, and, truth be told, this rarely happened, even after all these years. I wonder what sister would be like now? More likely, she would have been much more beautiful than me, and, of course, she would have been surrounded by crowds of handsome men.

How could this even happen between us? I was not drunk, in truth, I’m generally not inclined to any reckless actions, but the gentle singing coming from the next room proves otherwise.

I inspect the room with my steady gaze: my clothes were on the floor, and in the corner, there is a partly unpacked red traveling trunk.

"Hey, honey girl, can you give me a sponge bath, mmm?" Alana stands insolently naked, looking at me intently. She has my pink toothbrush sticking out of her dark, sensual mouth. She straightens her hair with a light movement, her eyes shining like two black crystals.

I feel very tight below, and my mouth is already dry. I nod sheepishly and get out of bed, hiding behind a white hotel pillow.

"Do you think you need a pillow in the bathroom?" Alana asks, smiling slyly. "Take it away; I want to look at you in the morning light."

I press it closer to my body. The heart is ready to jump out of my chest.

"Let’s take a morning shower together," I unexpectedly ask my night guest.

"But only on one condition, Esti..."

I pressed the pillow to my heaving chest even tighter, "What condition are you talking about?"

What does she mean? Something kinky? Something taboo?

Alana enjoys my shyness, standing up straight like a prideful goddess without covering the amazing nakedness of her strong body and sculpted abs, "I don't want to see this bloody pillow that has audacity to secrete your sweet nipples."