16

The day was starting to cool down, that morning and early afternoon heat was starting to fade, the sun was still there, but not its warmth anymore. The sky was still extremely blue, it was just before dusk, it was around three o'clock.

"How have you been all these days?" — Lia asked Lázzaro, sitting down on an upholstered bench in the speedboat.

- Good. — he lied dryly — And you?

- Good too. — also lied.

"Do you want to see inside?" The man pointed to the small white booth.

“Yes, I've never been on a speedboat. This whole view is the best. she revealed excitedly.

There was a small hole near the entrance to the cubicle, which Lázzaro made so that when it rained, there would be no stagnant water running the risk of creating mold or mosquitoes that transmit disease. This was the cause of Lia tripping and almost falling, if not for the man's arms to catch her in time.

- Careful! I was going to let you know, but I didn't have time. he said, breathing heavily from having his hands on her.

“Thanks, but I'm the one who needs to be more careful. Red-faced, she looked away.

“Third time I've saved you. He joked with a wink.

"Considering you almost killed me the first few times." Is the title of hero worth it? He scoffed and smiled.

— So I'm a villain, who does things wrong and sometimes right. he snapped, shaking his head.

Lázzaro noticed that he still hadn't let go of her, so before removing her arms very slowly, he pressed his fingers on the soft skin even though he knew it was wrong, Lia felt the heat spread throughout her body with the desire that that touch never stop.

- But you're well? —he let out a whisper in a voice so serious that it wet all the panties of the poor girl who almost involuntarily moaned.

"I'm…" He walked away, trying to pretend it hadn't happened.

I was sure there was an atmosphere there, I was also sure of the chemistry that existed between the two. She just couldn't say for sure what Lázzaro felt for her, but she, she felt so much for him that it hurt her chest to have to pretend otherwise.

After a minute of silence and a lot of hesitation, he asked the question that had been troubling him so much.

- Where are you living? He didn't look at her so he wouldn't feel ashamed.

- With a friend. He laughed humorlessly.

— Friend... — he murmured in disbelief.

“I think I should go. I don't even know why I'm here, we have nothing to say to each other. - Lia said looking at the sea.

- No! —She composed herself when she noticed his desperate intervention. —Let's eat. Want to eat something?

Lia noticed that he wasn't well, in fact he didn't understand anything. The other day he kicked her out of his life saying he didn't want her to feel anything for him or look for him again. Now here he was, asking for her company as if something really bad was going on, as if something had changed.

She wasn't going to screw this up.

- Let's go. What you have to eat? - she asked.

— Sometimes I stock this little pantry here — he opened the cupboard taking out a small box — There's pasta, steak in the freezer and... whiskey.

— So let's make pasta in white sauce. Do you like?

“I like anything. he replied with a sudden happiness washing over him.

- Right. Do you have vegetables such as onions, garlic?

“I think there's all of that in here. he stated when he looked and there was indeed.

"Would you chop the onion and garlic finely for me?" I will cook for you. — the young woman was enjoying being there so much that she just wanted to enjoy it and make him never forget the little moment together.

He just nodded with a slight smile and started the preparations.

Until Lazzaro gave a low, low cry.

- Oh my God! What it was? — Lia started with fright and went to him.

- Fuck. He groaned, putting his hand over his eye. Lia looked and saw the onion. — It's burning and I'm crying without wanting to cry!

— Don't put your hand in your eye, it's worse! —she exclaimed removing his hand and placing a cloth she found —Calm down, that's how it is. I don't think you've ever done that before have you? He smiled.

She called him to sit on the upholstered bench, took a glass of water, opening the man's eye that was cursing softly, the thin fingers slowly going up the face with all the care in the world, the water was poured inside the sclera - white part of the eye – and then massaged the eyelid.

To steady herself and steady herself in what she was doing, she had to press on Lázzaro's broad shoulder, a shock rippled through the muscle of his arm along with goosebumps. Every hair on the man's body stood on end and he had to clench his hands into fists to keep from shaking or going rigid.

She's taking care of me, for God's sake! He sent that thought to the dick in his pants to get a grip.

Slowly she moistened his eye a little more and massaged even more gently. Lázzaro closed his eyes, tightening his fists even more when his body almost trembled. Then he opened his eyes and took in the features of the most beautiful woman he'd ever met, in every way. The hair he thought was so beautiful was falling a little over his face, he wanted to get it out of there to get a good look at her.

But she squeezed his shoulder with a different force now, making him bite his lip to keep from exhaling with the force of sudden, mad desire. His breathing increased, his chest rising and falling while Lia also bit her lower lip, checking that his eye wasn't so red anymore.

- Improved? Her voice so soft it made him imagine her moaning under or on top of him.

- No. It still burns, add more water and massage more, please. The voice was almost pleading.

She added a few more drops of water and continued the relaxing massage. The repeated gestures created waves of electricity that passed over him in an erotic way, something that shouldn't be happening. She had no idea what her touches were doing to that man over there.

In an attempt at self-control, he closed his eyes and sighed, but that got worse as the sensations intensified, he felt his member get very hard and he started to fear that she would see.

Lia decided to get a little closer, she leaned her knees on his which opened automatically so that she was in the middle of them, this increased the uncontrollable heartbeat of the man who looked at his lap embarrassed by the part of the body that strangely at that moment did not could control.

Shit, what's going on?

Lia wet the cloth this time by placing it over both of his eyes, she ran her fingers over it with care and delicacy, her chest heaving inside feeling tingling throughout her bloodstream.

Inevitably, the girl moved closer to him, accidentally touching the hard part he couldn't control. A wind blew and she exhaled softly, the way she looked at him while caring was so pure and erotic at the same time that it was driving the man crazy. On an overwhelming wave of instinct, Lia touched his lips with her icy fingertips, his entire body stiffening, all of it.

Unable to think, he gripped her waist possessively. The young woman looked surprised, but without any fear, Lázzaro could only see there a woman as excited as he was, wanting him the same way he wanted her, attracted by something in him even after being rude. Even knowing he had a storm inside him, Lia wanted to get wet without fear of drowning.

Her eyes fell to the lips she so loved to see moving, the man with the strong arms pulled even closer to the waist of the fragile body until she felt the effect of her touch, the hardness between his legs.

The two could hear each other's breaths, it was no longer possible to disguise the chemistry they had.

— Lia... — Lázzaro whispered very close to her.

She lowered her flushed head, taking one of her hands from her waist, cupping her soft, scented curly hair. Her hand was still on Lazzaro's lips, so he couldn't be rational anymore. He opened his mouth a little, gently touching the tip of the slender finger with his warm tongue, encircling it.

Lia let out a loud sigh moving closer, her privates throbbing with unusual heat. His lips closed over the icy finger making her gasp.

- Hey dude! — the two left the erotic moment with someone calling from a boat beside — I think there's oil leaking there.