The torrential rain forced her to accept Mrs. Célia's invitation. Leo's mother, always welcoming, insisted that Bia wouldn't drive in those conditions – and she was right. A quick call to Danilo, the information that her ex-boyfriend was on duty, and her husband's worry was momentarily dispelled.

Bia was accommodated in Leo's room. A comfortable suite, soft bed, private bathroom. Alone, she took a long shower and, upon exiting, realized the obvious: unprepared, she had no clothes to sleep in. The solution was to lie naked between the sheets, her cool skin in contact with the fabric, the rain outside lulling the silence. She fell asleep in a few minutes.

She doesn't know how much time passed, but a sound startled her from her deep sleep. Water. Shower. In the suite's bathroom. Her heart raced. Someone was in the bathroom. Someone who had the key to that room. Someone who...

Leo.

She froze. His whole body lay still under the covers, his eyes still closed, his breath held. The shower turned off. The bathroom door opened. Footsteps. The mattress gave way under his weight.

Leo lay down naked, as usual. In the dark, his hand wandered distractedly under the covers until it found skin. A soft curve. A shoulder. He froze for a moment, processing. The soft, rhythmic breathing of the figure lying on her back, her bottom slightly projected backward in the position of someone fast asleep. He recognized the silhouette. The scent of her hair. The familiar curve of her hips.

Bia.

A slow smile appeared in the darkness. The rascal that he was, Leo didn't say a word. He didn't wake her. He didn't ask. He used the darkness and the silence as accomplices.

His hand began to slide. Slowly. Feeling the sleeping body like someone exploring forbidden territory. It went down her arm, her waist, the curve of her hip, until it reached her thigh. Her skin was soft and warm. He felt her body tremble slightly under his touch – an involuntary, almost imperceptible tremor – and his penis instantly hardened. His hand moved forward, sliding along the inside of her thigh, slowly moving upwards towards the center. When his fingers found her intimacy, he felt it.

She was soaked.

Wet, slippery, warm. It wasn't just any wetness – it was pure, abundant, undeniable arousal. Her body knew. Her body wanted it. Even if she slept, even if she pretended, the truth was there, slipping between his fingers. Leo didn't hesitate any longer. He adjusted himself on the bed, pressing his body against hers. Chest against back, hips against buttocks. His thick penis, now hard as a rock, slid naturally into the valley between her buttocks, finding the slippery entrance. A slight pressure, and he penetrated. Bia's pussy swallowed him whole in a movement that seemed magnetic. Slippery, tight, perfect. Leo wrapped his arms around her – one arm around her neck, muscular and firm, the other finding one of her breasts, his hand closing over it with immediate possession. He began to move.

Slowly at first. Soft, deep thrusts that made her body ripple against his. He felt her breath change, become shorter, more restrained. He heard a muffled, restrained moan, as if she were fighting to keep quiet. This excited him even more. The rhythm quickened. The thrusts became stronger, deeper. The sound of skin against skin filled the silence of the room, mixed with the rain outside. His hand squeezed her breast harder, his fingers feeling the erect nipple. His arm around her neck pulled her back, arching her back, offering her even more to him.

Bia didn't resist. Her eyes remained closed, but her body responded. Her hips began to move with him, finding the rhythm, seeking more. The moans she tried to stifle escaped between her lips, small, hoarse, increasingly frequent. She felt the orgasm rise like a wave. She didn't fight it. She surrendered. She came with an intensity that made her whole body tremble in his arms, her pussy contracting in violent spasms around Leo's cock that filled her. A louder moan escaped, finally free, muffled only by her mouth, which she kept closed, and by the rain that covered everything.

Leo felt each contraction. He felt her body surrender completely. And that was enough. He continued thrusting, deep, firm. Then he allowed himself to come. He ejaculated a generous, hot, full volume inside her, while he pressed her tightly against him, his arm on her chest immobilizing her, keeping her there, filled, possessed.

For a few seconds, they remained motionless, only feeling each other's panting breath. Then, their bodies relaxed. Sleep returned. Leo didn't let go of her. He remained embracing her, his arm still around her neck, his hand still on her breast. His penis, now flaccid but still inside her, remained in place – large enough not to slip out. The rain fell heavily outside, and the two, nestled together under the blanket, fell asleep.