Shawn and Rosaly

Rosaly left work at exactly five o'clock. She was anxious and even a little nervous about what she was planning and it was the first time she had done something so daring. She was always so shy about certain things, and only when she danced did she leave all inhibition aside, because she imagined she was playing a role, and the sexy girl who would show off on stage to an audience full of people was just a character who had nothing to do with the real Rosaly.

But that night she wanted to be the one who charmed Shawn Mendes, she wanted when he looked at her to see who she really was and not the fantasy that seduced the male mind.

As she had promised, she had taken a taxi to his apartment, and all the way along she thought of the surprise she had prepared for him, smiling as she imagined how he would react.

She reached the apartment and looked around. Everything there had a touch of Shawn's personality, and even if he didn't spend much time there, his presence was everywhere, and if she closed his eyes she could hear his voice.

He went into the shower and took a long bath. Then he moisturized and perfumed his skin, dressed carefully, and made up to the right extend. She put the finishing touches to herself by looking in the mirror, and was satisfied, now she just had to wait.

Shawn opened the door of the apartment and wondered why the whole place was in a twilight. Where would Rosaly be? His gaze was drawn to a piece of colored paper strategically left for him on the table with the message: please sit in the living room and wait for me.

Shawn didn't understand the message very well, but curiosity overcame him and he sat down on the living room couch, wondering what Rosaly was planning. Then soft music began to play, and she appeared wrapped in colorful veils that gave her an air of mystery. Rosaly held the ends of the first veil and began dancing, her sensual movements stimulating Shawn's imagination. She dropped the veil, and began dancing with the second, making charm, letting her long hair fall down her face like a silk curtain. Shawn was fascinated by her beauty and her dance that enveloped him in magical energy, not allowing him to speak or do anything. The veils were removed one by one, and left on the floor of the room, as she swirled to the sound of music that gave a touch of malice to the show Shawn was watching. When the last veil was removed, and the dance of the seven veils was completed, Rosaly sat on Shawn's lap and with her fingertips drew the line from his forehead, then touched the tip of his nose, the lines of his jaw, reaching his lips and with her thumb rubbed his lower lip, and when she glued her lips to his, Shawn felt overwhelmed by an insatiable desire for her, and they kissed as if they had never done that before. He picked her up on his lap and took her into his room. When they got there, he put her on the floor, and observed her wonderful exuberance dressed in a red, sexy belly dancing outfit.

Taken by the moment, Rosaly took a step toward Shawn, and without taking her eyes off his, opened her shirt and threw it to the floor. Then she slid her fingers across the stiff muscles of his chest, and soon replaced her fingers with her lips, covering him with soft kisses until she reached the abdomen without any fat. Shawn swallowed dry as he felt Rosaly's mouth come down his body in a slow caress that was driving him crazy. He pulled her to him, and took off the top of her clothes, leaving her gloriously naked from the waist up. Without wasting any time, he took off the rest of her clothes, stripping himself then, and they were both naked facing each other. Rosaly looked at the man in front of her, his magnificently sculpted body, and thought she had never seen anyone so beautiful, while Shawn watched every detail of her body, her beautiful face flushed with desire, and thought she looked like a pagan goddess made especially to receive his touch.

He took her to bed, with short, warm kisses, seeking to find in her mouth her pure woman essence. Then he nibbled her earlobe, moving his lips around her neck, down her chest, stopping to play with his tongue on each of Rosaly's breasts, making her arch her body giving herself completely to him.. He continued to provoke her through her abdomen, and when he reached her sex, Rosaly thought it would explode with passion and voluptuousness. She had never felt anything like it, and she never thought she would be able to give herself so passionately. With Caio, it was never like that. He didn't care about foreplay, he took what he wanted without caring about her pleasure. Because of that, and for a long time, Rosaly had thought there was something wrong with her, because when she heard her friends commenting on the wonderful intimacy they had with their boyfriends, Rosaly knew that with her it wasn't like that, she didn't feel anything, except repulsion for everything related to that kind of intimacy and then she was convinced that sex was not for her.

And now Shawn proved her wrong, for she was vibrating in his arms like never before with Caio, and her body was like a complete bonfire in the hands of that man who made every moment an exchange of feelings and sensations Shawn touched all the sensitive parts of her skin with his hands and lips, making her beg for more and more caresses.

Shawn couldn't stop touching her or kissing her, she had such sweet taste that he couldn't seem to get enough of that intense, passionate girl. The more pleasure he gave her, the more excited he became, and when he finally made her his woman, their bodies trembled with boundless pleasure that left them exhausted but satiated. Rosaly couldn't believe what she had experienced in Shawn's arms, and she unexpectedly found that she loved him.

Shawn had never had that perfect connection with anyone. He loved Rosaly, he was sure of it now, and the realization of that fact made him even more determined never to let her out of his life.

They lay there and hugged each other with only a tiny light illuminating the room. Rosaly looked at Shawn and saw that his face was relaxed. She raised her hand and touched his face, lingering in each line and in each contour. Shawn held his hands, carried them to her lips, and kissed each of her fingers sensuously. Rosaly groaned softly, realizing a little embarrassed that even that simple caress could turn her on. Within seconds, her body was ready for him again, and it was her turn to touch him as she wanted, driving him mad to the point that neither of them could stand it anymore. They then joined their bodies together, becoming only one in an explosion of senses that neither of them thought possible. When the flames calmed down leaving them completely lost in each other, Shawn looked at her with brown eyes still shining from the heat of passion and said in an emotional voice:

- I love you, Rosely.

- I love you too, Shawn. - Her voice was just a whisper, but he could hear her perfectly, and so they fell asleep delighted to find that they belonged to each other. And what tomorrow would bring? Only the future could say.

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