He kisses me, pressing his fingers into my jaw while his tongue delves deeper, teasing me, making me want his tongue on my clit, plunging inside me. He’s fucking my mouth, getting me riled up to the point of desperation and I feel crazed and delirious.
We don’t talk. There is no space between us for words. We just communicate through skin on skin as I run my hands under his shirt to his bare stomach and firm chest. His skin is hot to the touch, and I’m pulling his shirt off, wanting the softness of my body to meld against the heat of his.
His shirt is off, then his pants and underwear, my leggings and panties are pulled down and discarded, and every time we break apart to remove our clothes, our lips rush back to each other like long-distance lovers.
His head dips down to kiss and lick my breasts again and I’m reaching over his shoulders, feeling his soft skin and taut muscles, giving him a light scratch with my nails.
A moan comes out over my nipple, the vibration rolling through me, and then I feel him grabbing his cock, adjusting himself between my legs.
I spread them a bit to let him in, but he just rubs the thick head of his cock against my clit in circles.
“Fuck,” he whispers hoarsely, and then mumbles off a bunch of words in Spanish that I would normally want the translation of but right now I think I get it.
Whatever he’s feeling, I’m feeling the same, especially as he dips the head of his cock inside me, just briefly, and with a sucking sound, drags my wetness back over me.
“Ah,” I gasp softly, my hips starting to press against him in urgency, my nails digging in so deeply I know they must be breaking skin. I don’t think I’ve ever needed sex this intensely in my entire life.
“I love it when you hurt me,” he says, before bringing his mouth to my throat and sucking along my neck. “Knowing you can heal me too.”
I take my hands away from his shoulders, not sure if I’m really hurting him or not, but he pulls back to gaze into my eyes. “Put them on my back, on my ass, and make it harder.”
And at that, he thrusts himself inside me.
I still for a moment, my lungs constricting as I unfold around his girth, then as he slowly pulls back out, my hands are at his ass and I’m tugging him back, nails digging in deep.
Damn this ass. Most footballers are blessed in the booty department, but Alejo’s ass practically needs its own orbit, a bouncy, muscle-packed piece of machinery that knows how to make it count on the pitch and in the bedroom. It’s the fuel behind his thrusts that makes me lose my breath each and every time his cock pumps in deeply, dragging against my most sensitive spots.
His mouth finds mine again and he pulls me into a long, hard kiss as he keeps working me, and I’m so fucking wet it’s obscene. I raise my head and look down, watching him fuck me. The sight of him moving in and out of me, his thick shaft shiny with my desire, the sound graphic, it’s like watching a porn come to life.
“You see how wet I make you?” he says before determination flits on his dark brow. “I can make you wetter.”
Then he’s straightening up and grabbing a pillow from the head of the bed, lifting up my hips and shoving the pillow underneath.
He leans back on his knees and I can’t help but wince.
“Your knee?” I whisper, knowing that it’s probably okay on the soft mattress but still.
“Never been better,” he says, his mouth open as he grabs my hips and starts pulling me on to his cock, the angle changing.
Shit.
My eyes flutter closed as my body winds itself tighter and tighter.
I can tell Alejo wants to go all night, but I can feel my orgasm in the distance, getting closer and closer. If he starts playing with my clit, I am done for.
He grins at me, deliciously sinister, and I know he knows this.
“I’ll touch you when you tell me to touch you,” he rasps, his strong shoulders moving overhead as he pumps in and out. “I won’t send you over the edge until you’re ready.”
I nod, biting my lip, and it causes him to lean down and kiss me, hard and rough and