Madrid

Raúl

To be champion is something indescribable. I don’t really know what I feel right now, there are so many feelings involved, a movie goes through my mind, it seems like a dream. Touching the trophy, and feeling its weight in my hands made me see it as a reality. I am champion of the Champions of Europe for the first time. The celebration on the field seems endless, I look for my family in the stands, I can’t find them, the stadium is one big party. When all the cheering on the field is really over, I take off my shirt and head for the access tunnel, and beyond that they are. My mother is the most emotional, it’s a moment of family fulfillment, not just for me, but for everyone. And when I let go of my family, my eyes meet hers, and a feeling of pleasure takes over me, her desire is clear.

I hug her tightly, and Alana clings to me, I feel her mouth lightly touch my neck, I feel her excitement.

– Congratulations my love! – he tells me with enthusiasm.

Then I’m taken by surprise by a wonderful kiss, desperate, full of longing. I reciprocate in the same way, and before I can go any further, Alana stops. I pull away, and she does the same. We know where our kisses will take us if we linger like this.

– I need a shower, are you waiting for me? I ask, and look in the direction of my family. Everyone nods in agreement. I turn toward the locker room, but before I pull away, she calls out to me.

– Raúl… Keep your match uniform in your bag!

– Do you want it? He doesn’t say anything, and shakes his head in the affirmative.

[…]

Before leaving the locker room, I did what my girlfriend asked me to do. I’m intrigued, what is she going to do with this uniform? The night was intense, full of celebrations, many, in fact… The guys from the team, the coaching staff, the family. The hotel was too small for all of us, I could barely sleep. And as soon as it dawned, we were already boarding back to Madrid.

I open my eyes slightly, and through the darkness of the room I realize it’s night. I look beside me, and a smile forms on my mouth as I see her. She sleeps peacefully. I take a deep breath and get up, I need a shower to refresh myself, and some food would do me good too. As soon as I get out of the shower, I find Alana still lying there, but to my delight, she’s awake. His eyes roam over my body. I look at her and smile.

– Good evening, Miss Garcia! Are you admiring your boyfriend’s body? – I say, and she smiles before answering me.

– How convinced! I was looking at the wall… It’s so beautiful!

– Ah!… Is the wall beautiful? Know…

Alana continues with a cynical smile plastered on her face. I lie on the bed beside her, stroke her hair, she closes her eyes and bites her lip. I get on top of her, touch her face and kiss her passionately. She wraps her arms around my back, I caress her thigh and I feel my hand under her nightgown, I go up her waist until I reach one of her breasts, I squeeze, and our kiss heats up. And before the situation can linger, I break the kiss and walk away. Alana opens her eyes and stares at me without understanding anything.

– I know what you’re going to ask. And the answer is: I want it too. But, I’m starving. I ate on the plane in the morning, and by the dark it must have been around ten o’clock…

– Everything is fine love. I’m hungry, although I’m also a different kind of hungry… We can save it for later!

– She speaks and looks at me with a sinister smile on her lips. It is a fact that her behavior has changed, and I love seeing her like this, more daring, sensual and very fiery.

– I know we haven’t had much time together since Ibiza , but I promise I’ll make it up to you. And I’m not just talking about sex, I’m talking about our relationship in general, I need to be closer to you, participate in your life, just like you participate in mine… After all, I know it must not be easy to root. for a team, and dating the rival’s defender, right?

– Truth! he says, and I caress his face. Alana closes her eyes, and I lightly kiss her lips.

[…]

After we have dinner, Alana offers to help me with the dishes, but I insist that she doesn’t have to. She goes upstairs to the bedroom while I wash what we used for dinner. Once I’m done, I walk up the stairs slowly. My house is very quiet, unlike me they got a few hours of sleep at the hotel, and when they got home they didn’t immediately pass out in bed, as I did. I walk into my room, and as soon as my eyes land on Alana, my entire body reacts to hers, so exposed covered only by a sheer nightgown. She looks at me, and continues her activity. I sit in the armchair to watch his private show, smearing cream on his leg that is propped up on the bed. Alana knows I appreciate it, smiles slightly and looks at me.

– Did you decide to sit down and watch?

– It’s a very interesting show to watch. After all, this indecent nightgown sets the right tone for sensuality! – I say, and she stops her activity, makes a face of fake indignation in my direction.

– Is my sweater indecent? How absurd! – She says, and runs her hand around her body over her nightgown. – Just because my skin shows a little, and my panties?

– A little? I can see everything… And the only part covered are the breasts, the lace is covered by another fabric, which makes it difficult to show them. She continues to stare at me, runs her fingers around her breasts.

– It’s satin! – she says, and goes back to picking up the cream wrapper.

I don’t want to watch anymore! I want to touch her, feel her body, and hear her moans. I get up, walk towards her, and hold her waist tightly, I push her hair away and my mouth lightly touches her back, she arches and I continue kissing until I reach her neck. I walk my hand over her belly, I go up until I reach her breasts. But Alana puts her hands in mine.

– Raúl… Please stop! – she says, and I can’t understand, but I let go of my hands that were around her breasts.

– What was there? Did I do something wrong? – I ask, she turns and looks at me.

– I do not want you…

– You do not want me? Like this? You told me that you had a specific type of hunger, and… – It doesn’t let me finish my sentence, and it surprises me.

– I want to make love to Real Desportivo de Madrid’s number 5, not to you!

– What? Like this? – I ask, perplexed, not understanding what she is saying.

– Do you remember the uniform I asked you to keep? – he asks, and I shake my head in the affirmative. – Then I want you to dress!

Alana is always surprising me. This is new, does she want me to wear the finals uniform so we can have sex? I went looking for the uniform in the closet, which was still inside my training bag. I take off my shorts and t-shirt , throw them anywhere. In record time, I put on the shorts, and then take the shirt. I observe every detail of the piece that bears the team’s color, and its badge. I wear it without blinking. Something intrigues me. What made her have a desire like that? I honestly don’t know, I’d love to know. I come out of the closet, and see her sitting waiting for me .

– So, am I ready now? – I ask, and she stares at me in amazement.

– Not. No way…

– Like this?

– You’re not ready, socks and cleats are missing!

– What? Do you want me to wear that? Alana, I don’t understand… First you ask me to put away the match uniform, which hasn’t been washed, there’s still some grass left. Then you ask me to wear it, don’t you think so and want me to wear socks and boots? Can you explain to me what you intend?

She looks at me, and a sinister smile forms on her lips. Alana gets up and walks towards me, stands in front of me, brings her hand to my face, caresses it and says something to make me want her more.

– You did not understand? I want to make love with the defender of Real Desportivo de Madrid, shirt 5, the one the press has been praising for not giving space to the forwards… – She stops for a moment, bites her lip and continues. – And how hard it gets into them!’ This is the man I want to spend the night with, understand now?

She takes her hand away from my face, pulls away and walks over to the porch. He stops, turns towards me, and looks at me quite intensely. Everything she does, her movements seem well calculated. She wants to drive me crazy with lust .

– But… If you’re not willing, no problem. We can sleep!

Alana speaks with devilish ease, and I can tell she really wants to play with fire. I don’t answer anything, I head to the closet. I believe I was faster than Flash. I go back to the room, and she’s still sitting, her gaze brightens when she sees me and a satisfied smile forms on her mouth. I approach, and the smile on his face fades into a seductive look. Before her my heart accelerates, my body intensely desires this woman. Alana became an addiction, and during all those days that I was away from her I had no peace, luckily I had training and games to focus. But now I only think of one thing, I want to bury myself inside her, give and feel pleasure. She is aware of the desire I feel at this moment, looks at me lustfully, takes her hands to the strap of her indecent nightgown, and pulls it down slowly, calculatingly. I approach, take one of my hands to her thighs, she pulls back and lies down waiting for me. I bite my lip, smile and ask.

– You know exactly what to do to make me crazy, don’t you cariño? – He smiles and answers me.

– You like?

– Love! Now tell me something… Does seeing me dressed like that turn you on?

– A lot, and I only realized that when I was in the access corridor to the locker room… I imagined so many things, including in the locker room!

– How my girlfriend is getting naughty! I say, and she smiles.

– Let’s stop talking, I want to have sex with that defender who goes hard on opponents, and doesn’t let them breathe…

– So does that mean I have to go in hard?

She doesn’t answer me, just nods, and I feel her legs wrap around my hips. I take her mouth in desperation, she returns the kiss. I move my hand down to her intimacy, I feel the wetness on my fingertips, and I know that we urgently need each other.

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With each thrust she asks me for more. And I’m going crazy, that way I’m going to come before her, but I want to satisfy her in her crazy fantasy of wanting to have sex with the defender of Desportivo. She rises a little, bringing our bodies closer, I stop my movements a little and kiss her mouth. It doesn’t take long and she puts herself in the same position, I firmly hold her hair and increase the speed of my movements, her moans become much more audible and I feel that she is as close as I am. And in this madness of sensations, fantasy and desire, we reach the final point: orgasm.

Lying down, cuddling, listening only to each other’s breathing. I stroke her hair, she stares at me, and from the look in her eyes… I feel like she’s going to say something to surprise me.

– Ready for the second half, quarterback?