A Sip of Champagne and a Passionate Journey: Our New Home
I take a sip of my champagne and move toward my husband, kissing and removing his wine-colored suit, unbuttoning his shirt. He slides his hands along my purple sheath dress, unzipping it and letting it fall to the floor. I bite his lips and then pull away, saying:
"Not here. I have the perfect place for us."
I hold his hand and lead him towards the stairs, descending and returning to the majestic master suite. He lifts me up in his arms, and I wrap my legs around his hips, kissing him passionately. Carlos carries me to the bed, where I sit and help him take off his pants. He lies on top of me and starts kissing me, my lips, my neck, reaching my bra and removing the straps, pulling it down and freeing my breasts for him to devour eagerly. He continues to move his lips down my belly until he reaches my panties, which he slides down my legs, removing them. Carlos slips between my legs, eliciting moans with each touch, but just when I'm ready to climax, he stops and penetrates me without hesitation. He thrusts forcefully, brushing his thumb across my lips and then inserting it into my mouth, which I eagerly suck on while moaning. His other hand pulls my hips against him, making me moan louder as I feel him deeper. Carlos then lifts me from the bed and aligns me with his hips. I grind against him, driving him crazy. I ride him while pulling his hair and licking his neck. He grips my breasts firmly in his hands, lightly squeezing my nipples. I look at his face, and the expression of pleasure already completely consumes him.
"I'm going to come," Carlos warns me, panting. Then one of his hands descends to my clitoris. "I want you to come with me..."
I continue riding with passion, feeling Carlos's fingers massaging my clitoris. My whole body starts to tremble; I feel spasms in my belly and moan loudly as I climax intensely. Seeing me climax, Carlos continues thrusting forcefully inside me until he finally grabs my back and orgasms with a loud and intense moan. We lie on the bed, breathing heavily until we regain our strength. With great effort, I manage to look at the watch on my wrist, which shows that the viewing time was about to end. Carlos holds my wrist and then asks:
"So, what did you think?"
"Dangerous, but wonderful," I reply, smiling at him.
"Great, but what did you think of the place?" Carlos asks, furrowing my brow.
"It's magnificent; it's truly worth one million and seven hundred thousand euros," I respond, observing the surroundings. I really would love to live in a place like this.
"I liked it too... it feels like home," Carlos comments, admiring the bedroom.
"A one-million-euro home," I reiterate, biting my lips.
"Is that a problem for you?" Carlos asks, looking at me seriously.
"Well, isn't it a problem for you?" I inquire, sitting on the bed, surprised. "It's a triplex worth over a million euros."
"And does it matter?" Carlos asks, sitting down too. "I earn well, and you're doing great in your job too... We have a great apartment that we can sell and use as a down payment for this one." He notices my disapproving look. "You know I love our apartment. Even if we move here, I don't want to get rid of it."
"Alright, we can mortgage it if you don't want to let it go. We can use the money as a down payment and pay it off. We started our marriage, our life all over again, so it's only fair to have a new home... What do you think?"
"If it's possible, it's a good idea," I say with a weak smile. "A great idea."
"I know, and I've already made it happen," Carlos replies, kissing the top of my head. "Welcome home, my love."
***
I couldn't believe that Carlos had actually bought the apartment until we returned to the real estate agency, and Rúbia handed him the documentation. Our life took a new direction...
As we moved into our new apartment, we had to juggle our routines. Despite loving the loft as it was, both Carlos and I knew we needed to make some changes to make it our own, which meant renovations. We agreed to finish the renovation before Juan's birthday, which was in two months, and I wanted a big celebration—a two-in-one party for his birthday and the housewarming. Our schedule became extremely tight as we had Juan's birthday party, the renovation of the new loft, and our jobs that we needed to keep to pay the mortgage for our apartment. Yes, it sounds crazy, and we probably wouldn't manage to handle everything, like sex. Maybe in our old routine, but in this one, we are managing to include everything.
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