Meeting online, Leon and I had spent six months getting to know each other through intimate late-night phone calls and long, vulnerable text conversations. After my divorce, I hadn’t been making room for anyone else, let alone someone like him—a man who was everything I thought I didn’t need. He was patient and intentional, with that quiet strength Sagittarians are known for, but somehow, he’d managed to sneak his way into my thoughts. Somewhere between his honesty and his steady, almost protective energy, I found myself craving his presence, that warmth and comfort in his voice when he’d say, “Heyyy.”
And now, here we were. Meeting in Cartagena for his birthday—one I hadn’t even expected to be celebrating with him.
I arrived in Colombia mere hours before him. I reshowered, perfumed myself and slipped on a white sundress with spaghetti straps that hugged my ample ass. A knock at the door sent a thrill down my spine. My heart raced as I opened it, finding him there, fly as fuck with chiseled chest and arms. He left nothing to my imagination as his excitement was apparent by the way his dick stood at attention in his Polo joggers. Baby was finer than I expected, with freckles dusting his cheekbones. A light-skinned baddie, his eyes held mine for a moment before he took a single step inside, enveloping me in a sexy embrace.
“Hey, baby,” he whispered as he lightly kissed my neck. Fuck. His lips were soft.
I’d thought I was ready for this, but nothing prepared me for how his touch would feel. The warmth of his hands on my ass as he jiggled my clappas as he held me, the way he smelled—clean, familiar, and something just him. He didn’t say much, but the way he held me said everything: I was his, and he was here, all in.
We stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, swaying slightly to the rhythm of Cartagena’s nightlife pulsing beneath us. He looked down at me, that quiet intensity in his eyes that I’d only ever heard in his voice.
“Feels like it’s been longer than six months,” he said softly, brushing his thumb over my cheek. “Am I what you expected?”
My pulse raced as he held me close, his fingers tracing slow circles down my spine. At that moment, I knew he’d seen through all the walls I’d kept up. I hadn’t made space for anyone since my divorce, but Leon’s presence felt inevitable as if he’d slipped into the gaps without me noticing. He was everything I hadn’t thought I needed—measured, deliberate, grounded in a way that let me finally feel… soft.
I reached up, fingers caressing his lips, feeling the tension, the unspoken words he held back. I thought Sagittarians weren’t supposed to fall hard, but here he was, looking at me like I was all he needed.
Kiss him, girl. I punked out.
He led me to the balcony’s edge with a quiet resolve, pressing me back gently against the railing. His mouth found mine, a slow, deliberate kiss that deepened as his hands found their way up my sundress, attempting to slip off my panties. Leon was pleasantly surprised to find that I wasn’t wearing any.
I reached ferociously for the black mamba that was poking me through his joggers as he continued pressing into me.
Leon managed to tease out every ounce of tension we’d built for months. His fingers brushed my skin, igniting a sensation that was equal parts new and familiar as if he’d known exactly where to touch, exactly how to unlock the parts of me I’d kept hidden.
He broke away just enough to put my back to him and whisper against my neck, “Tonight’s about you, too. You know that, right?”
I could only nod, breathless, as his hands traced the curve of my hips, his mouth pressing soft, deliberate kisses down the side of my neck. In the background, the ocean’s gentle roar and the warm night air surrounded us, wrapping us in an intimacy that felt raw and untouched as the sand below.
And for the first time in what felt like years, I let go—of the walls, the past, and any thoughts of what came next.
He lifted me in one smooth motion, carrying me inside the suite, the dim lights casting a warm glow over everything. He set me down on the edge of the bed, his gaze never breaking from mine. His fingers ran down my arms, igniting every inch of skin he touched.
“Tell me what you need,” the birthday boy whispered, his voice low and thick. He removed his hat and shirt and then lowered my straps in one fell swoop, allowing my dress to fall to the ground.
At that moment, I didn’t need to say a word. He seemed to know, reading my silence as his cue. I scooted back further on the bed, legs open, wet, throbbing pussy exposed. Leon leaned in close and climbed on top of me, but this time with more hunger. And by now, his dick could cut diamonds, and I was ready to be cultivated and polished. His tongue grazed my body softly and possessively as it roamed over me, savoring, titillating, teasing, and exploring. And then, I felt his warm mouth on my throbbing box. Parting my lips and going right for the treasure, Leon lightly tongue kissed and sucked my clit until I was on the verge of exploding.
I couldn’t breathe.
“Damn, you taste so good, Baby,” he said through my incessant and loud ass moaning. I couldn’t front— this man’s mouth was incredible.
His words hung between us, raw and unfiltered, and I felt the longing we’d both held in our voices for half a year pulse between us.
Though he was the birthday boy, he didn’t rush me to cum. He doubled down on that cold ass head and proceeded to initiate the two-finger scoop on my G-spot. Nigga.
Is he trying to make me squirt?
He created a waterfall between his mouth and fingers, and the levee was about to break. He methodically thrust his fingers back and forth inside my pussy with the right hand. With his left hand, he gently pressed into my lower belly, adding slight pressure to my pelvis.
Leon was mixing the perfect orgasmic cocktail as his tongue quickened on my clit.
“Yeah, it’s over for her,” he thought to himself. Pleased with his work and my trembling body– he began to count backward from ten.
Every count pushed me to bust, and it felt like I was about to implode and explode simultaneously.
“Ayyyyyyyyyyyyy, Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii,” I shrieked as a single tear dropped from my eye. My body tensed up from head to toe. My body convulsed as he kept strumming my G-spot and furiously licking my sweet spot.
After what seemed like an eternity, my body went limp. He smiled a devilish grin as he came up and kissed me slowly in the mouth. I sucked his lips, taking in my flavor…
“You good, Baby,” the birthday boy said, chuckling at the aftermath of his work.
Breathlessly, I replied, “Hell yeah.”
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