I arch my back until the back of my head rests against the wall, my hands going into his hair, holding his head.
My god he’s got amazing hair.
It’s thick and silky and strong, the kind you want to pull and tug at all night long.
I make a fist in it as he slides a finger under the hem of my bottoms, pulling it to the side until I’m naked and exposed.
There’s a moment, a pause, where everything slows down and my heart beats so rapidly that I wonder if the steam room is a good idea, and then he nudges his face in and covers my sensitive skin in a long, slow lick.
I cry out in a ragged moan, my body so starved for this, for him. We could quit right now and it would still be worth it, just for me to know that I’m still a living, breathing sensual woman with needs, a woman that could make a young man like this worship me with his tongue.
But god, I hope this keeps going.
I don’t ever want him to stop.
With one hand pushing the fabric to the side, he pushes a finger inside me, while the other hand moves back to my hip, holding me in place as he assaults me with lips and teeth and tongue.
Holy shit, holy shit.
I’m going to come so fast, it’s pathetic.
God, this is too. Fucking. Good.
He seems to know how to play me just right, almost hitting all the perfect spots, alternating between rough and soft, not afraid to cause a little pain, knowing how to make me grow wetter and thicker and needier. He just needs a little more guidance, and I have no problem stating what I need.
“Harder,” I whisper to him, my words rough. “Lick me harder.”
He’s eager to learn, I’ll give him that much. He responds in an instant, and I pull his face further between my thighs until there’s nowhere else to go, until I’m possibly drowning him.
“Yes, yes. Right there,” I cry out. “God, yes, Alejo, keep going.”
He lets out a low groan that vibrates through my body like electric currents, and he plunges three fingers inside me, sucking my clit into his mouth in one long draw.
“Yes! Oh god.” I don’t care if I’m vocal. My legs spread wider and he eats me out like he’s in a frenzy, messy and wet and hungry.
My orgasm sneaks up on me like a hunter on his prey.
One second I’m growing tighter and tighter, and the next it’s as if I’m shot straight up through the ceiling and into the sky. My body quakes violently, and I let go of his hair to grasp the edges of the bench, holding on while my hips thrust, making nonsensical noises.
“Oh god,” I say, the words falling from my mouth in a breathless prayer as my brain feels completely jumbled. I’m senseless and thoughtless and something very, very raw and real.
When I open my eyes, all I see is steam, all I feel is everything. He’s drugged me with his tongue.
I straighten up, my muscles cramping from the way I was positioned, but before I can really get my bearings, Alejo steps up onto the lower bench between my thighs, his head nearly touching the ceiling, and he dips down, cupping my face in his hands.
His mouth is wet from me, his face covered in sweat. I’m sweating too, and when he kisses me, I taste the sweetness of my own desire and the salt of his exertion.
“How was that?” he murmurs into my mouth, taking the time to run his tongue along the rim of my bottom lip before sucking it with a moan. “Did I please you?”
I laugh, pulling away an inch to gaze into his eyes, his beautiful eyes that are so heavy-lidded and drunk with need. “Yes, you pleased me.”
He kisses me again, long and hard and drawn out and then brushes my damp hair off my face, gazing at me with a mix of carnality and tenderness. “Can I please you again?”
His voice is hoarse, just a little rough, just a bit of a hint of what he has in mind.
“Sí,” I tell him, and he grins at me, sliding his fingers back in through my hair and covering my mouth with his, kissing me even deeper than before, his lips opening and closing against mine, wet, wanting, his tongue stoking the flames inside.