I start fucking him harder, up and down, his cock sinking in deeper and deeper as his fingers play with me, pushing me past the point of no return.
“I’m coming,” I cry out, my back arching, my hair spilling back like a waterfall. “Oh, Oh.” My eyes pinch shut and my grip on the bench grows vice tight as I ride him like a fucking cowgirl, and then…
The world is splintered into a million shiny pieces.
“Oh god,” I groan, voice broken and delirious, and I’m coming hard on his cock, squeezing his length as he pumps his hips up into me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
My thoughts are rabid and my body is twisted on itself with pleasure, like I might not ever untangle.
Then I’m falling.
I want to fall forever.
“Now we don’t take it slow,” he says, pressing his lips against mine in a hurried kiss, my chest still aching for breath and I’m climbing off of him in a daze.
He’s flipping me around so that I’m bent over, my back arched, ass in the air. I grab the edge of the bench again and he grabs my hips, pulling me back.
He enters me with one hard, stiff thrust, and the air is expelled from my lungs. His rhythm immediately grows punishing, with the hard slap of his hips against my ass echoing in the steamy room.
“Yes, just like this,” he says through a groan. “Yes, Thalia. This is it. Right here.”
He trails off and his grip on my hips turn mean with a bruising kind of strength, and I’m drunk on the way he’s fucking me, so rough, so fast, like he’s finally letting himself loose.
He’s turning into the animal I knew he was.
Rough, eager grunts fill my ears until his breaths become shorter and shorter, like he’s planning on fucking me right through this wall, and his hand is over my breasts, pinching my nipples, trailing down to my clit.
His sounds are enough to make me come again, let alone his deft and confident touch, but this time I’m holding back, waiting for him.
“Fuck, fuck.” The words seem to fall from his mouth. Sweat drips onto my back. His cock drives in so hard I almost lose my grip. “You feel like the sun. El hermoso sol.”
Then his fingers press into my skin so hard it makes me cry out, and the mix of pleasure and pain melds with his low, growling noises, and I’m coming, my body quaking with pleasure.
He’s coming now, too.
“Thalia,” he cries out with rasping breath and then I feel the warmth of his cum as it spills inside me. “Thalia, Thalia.” His grip on my flesh loosens, his pace beginning to slow.
I’ve never been fucked so much and so thoroughly in my life. Three damn orgasms in a row and Alejo seems like he can go all night. I suppose that’s an advantage to by being fucked by someone younger.
The thought wants to turn into something more. It wants me to think about it.
Think about what I’ve done.
What just happened.
But the haze of the orgasm has slowed my brain and my limbs feel like jelly, while my soul is soaring elsewhere, higher and higher.
Holy. Shit.
Alejo slowly pulls out and I feel his seed run down my legs.
My body feels empty without him.
My heart is pounding from him.
And the awareness of the situation, the reality of what just happened, is knocking at the door of my conscience, trying to get in.
I can’t believe he just fucked me in the steam room.
He places his hand on my lower back since I’m still bent over. “Are you okay?”
I get up. Too fast. The steam, the heat…everything is making me feel dizzy.
“Yes,” I say, my hand to my head, closing my eyes briefly. “I’m fine. I think…I think I need to get out of here.”
“Of course,” he says, handing me my bikini bottoms. “Do you want help?”
I shake my head and try to get them on, holding onto his arm for balance.
I glance at his cock, half-spent and yet looking like it could go again.
What the hell? Is he a machine?
“Where did you put your swimsuit?” I ask.
“It’s out there.”
“Okay, I think I should go first, then you follow me.”
“I might just stay in here for a few more minutes,” he says.
I nod. “Okay.”
I make a move to go but he reaches out and grabs my arm, pulling me up to him and kissing me. “Tell me you’re not running away,” he says