to my bikini top, pulling down the straps and the sides until my breasts are spilling free. His palms spread against both breasts, gently squeezing, feeling.
“Oh,” he moans and then says something in Spanish that sounds so decadent, my body gets goosebumps.
“What?” I manage to say as he pulls away and lowers his head to my breast.
“You have perfect breasts,” he remarks before he places his lips over one of my nipples, slowly bringing his tongue around it in measured, pressing circles. With a sharp nip he takes it between his teeth and gives it a tug, bringing that low, aching need back between my legs.
As if I didn’t just come, as if I’ll never be satisfied.
“I can teach you more Spanish now, if you’d like,” he murmurs, focusing his attention on my other breast as he cups the both of them. “Tus senos son más grandes que mis manos. Y tengo manos grandes.”
With a lick he sends my eyes back into my head.
“What does that mean?” I gasp, my hands moving up to his shoulders where I dig my nails in.
“Your breasts are larger than my hands and I have big hands. I wonder what it would feel like to fuck them,” he says. “But first I need to fuck you properly.”
My eyes widen at his bluntness, and before I know what’s happening, he’s pulling off my bikini bottoms and then lifting me off from the top bench and onto the bottom one. The air down here is cooler, and my brain is struggling to catch up with what’s happening. He sits down and pulls me down on top of him, so I’m straddling him. I grab the upper bench for leverage while he grabs his cock and positions it in place beneath me.
He stares into my eyes like a man possessed, the kind of intensity that makes my stomach flip over and over.
Slowly, so slowly, I lower myself down on him, doing exactly what I was fantasizing over in the pool. He’s still watching me with a serious, focused expression, the kind that cuts far inside me, like this is the most important moment of his life.
“Fuck,” he says through gritted teeth, his jaw tense as he slowly sinks into me.
And fuck is right.
My eyes close, my body widening to accommodate him. He’s big, I knew he was, and I’m wet as sin. And yet each movement downwards is taking my breath away, making it hitch in my throat.
Inch-by-inch I slide over his cock until I’m at the hilt and we both let out a long, shuddering breath. I open my eyes to see him gazing at me, and I’m captured by the determination on his face, torn open by the vulnerability. I’m a close-your eyes-and-come kind of girl when it comes to sex, but with Alejo, he wants the eye contact, he wants to look at me and I can’t help but do the same to him.
It brings the experience to another level, one that makes me hunger for him so acutely that I can’t physically bear it.
Impatiently, I use my upper body strength to lift myself up along his shaft before coming back down, but he cries out softly. “Despacito,” he says through hushed words. “Con calma. Do not rush. Let me feel you slowly. I have been waiting too long for this to be rushed.”
He places his hands over my hips and starts to control the tempo. “Easy,” he murmurs, bringing his mouth to my neck. “Just like this. I need to fuck you just like this.”
I close my eyes to his touch, to his lips, to the torturous way he’s making me slide up and down over his length, stretching over his girth, the tip of his cock hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves inside me.
I gasp lightly, my nails digging into the wood of the bench, the sweat trickling off me and onto him. There’s pressure inside me that wasn’t there before, a knot being pulled tighter and tighter, making my body start to shake with anticipation.
Alejo runs his tongue up along my neck, starts nibbling at my jaw. One hand lets go of my hip and slides along my clit. I’m so drenched, from him, from me, from sweat, that I’m hair-trigger sensitive.
“Córrete para mí,” he says through a grunt as his pace gets faster. “Come for me.”
There’s strength and determination and control all over his gorgeous face, and he’s the master of restraint right now because I know how badly he’s