Lahat ng Kabanata ng My dad's bestfriend: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Titre : Pedro in Sofia's Bed The house was plunged into absolute silence, disturbed only by the distant murmur of waves dying on the beach. It was past two in the morning. Pedro had been sitting on the edge of his bed for a long time, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. He hadn't turned on the light. The moon filtered through the shutters, drawing pale lines on the floor. He was reliving the conversation on the beach: Sofia's words, her soft voice, her presence beside him without judgment. For the first time in a long while, he'd felt... seen. Not as Javier's friend, not as Ellie's father, not as the broken ex-husband. Just as a man. And it terrified him. He finally stood, silently, pulling on only a pair of gray sweatpants. His bare chest was still warm from the shower he'd taken earlier, trying to calm himself. He left his room, barefoot, and moved down the hallway like a thief in his own house. Every creak of the floorboards made him hold his breath. He stopped in front of

Sofia woke up with her heart still beating too fast, as if the night hadn't really ended. The morning light filtered through the thin curtains, soft and golden, brushing the ceiling of her room like a promise she wasn't sure she deserved. She lay still for a long moment, the sheets wrapped around her legs, eyes wide open, staring into space. The images from the night before came back in waves: the weight of Pedro's body against her back, his arm around her, his hand sliding under her nightgown, his fingers exploring her with a cruelty that was almost cruel in its slowness, until she came in silence, Pedro's palm pressed over her mouth to muffle her moans. And then his departure, silent as a thief.She brought a hand to her lips, still sensitive, and murmured to herself."What happened...?"It was incredible. Incredible and terrifying. She who had begun to mourn, to convince herself it was all just an unhealthy obsession, a passing madness she had to bury for everyone's sake... and yet

The kiss had become a storm. Pedro kissed Sofia as if he'd been waiting for this moment his whole life, with an almost desperate urgency, his tongue exploring her mouth, his lips devouring hers. She responded with the same fervor, her hands buried in his salt-and-pepper hair, pulling him closer, as if afraid he'd disappear again. Their bodies were pressed together on the bed, the rumpled sheet beneath them, the soft light of the room casting gentle shadows on their skin.Pedro moved slowly down her neck, his lips tracing a burning path, nibbling the sensitive skin just below her ear. Sofia moaned softly, arching her back, her nails digging into his shoulders. He lifted her top in a fluid motion, exposing her bare breasts. His hands cupped them, kneading with contained possessiveness, his thumbs rolling over her already hardened nipples. When he took one in his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, Sofia let out a stifled cry, her hips instinctively arching

They moved deeper into the grove, away from the sound of the waves and the distant voices of swimmers. The late afternoon sun filtered through the foliage, casting shifting shadows on their skin, still salty from the sea. Pedro walked ahead, his hand gripping Sofia's firmly fingers interlaced, palms damp, as if afraid she might disappear at any moment. The trees closed in around them, their low branches brushing their bare shoulders, the shadow growing denser, more intimate, almost protective. The ground was covered in pine needles and dry leaves that crackled under their steps with a dry, sensual sound. The air was thick with a resinous, heavy, almost animal smell a mix of warm sap, damp earth, and their own fresh sweat. They didn't speak. Words were useless. Only their short breaths and the rapid beating of their hearts filled the silence, an increasingly urgent rhythm, like a drum announcing the storm.Pedro finally stopped in a small hidden clearing, surrounded by thick bushes and

She didn't need to be told twice. A second later, he was behind her, hands on her hips, fingers digging into her flesh. He guided his cock still hard, still thick, even more veined than before to her entrance. He pushed. In one go. All at once. All the way. Sofia screamed a muffled sound, strangled by pleasure. In this position, he was even deeper, touching a place she'd never felt reached before. Her anterior wall something primal and forbidden. Pedro began to move, slowly at first, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in with a sharp thrust. Each push drove her forward onto the pine needles. Each withdrawal tore a moan of loss from her. His pace increased. He took her harder, faster, his hips slapping against her round ass with each penetration. The sound of their bodies slapping echoed through the clearing, mingled with their hoarse moans, their ever-shorter breaths, the crackling of pine needles under their frantic movements. His hands left her hips to grab her hair