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The muscles in my legs have a mind of their own, twitching and dancing like Elvis with each circle Alejandro makes around my aching clit. I love how out of control it makes me feel…and I also hate it.
How the hell can he play my body as if he alone knows the melody? In all the years that I’ve been married, I can count on one hand the amount of times my husband made me come without some serious work on my end to get there, not to mention the countless times after sex when I’d wait until he left to use the bathroom to finish myself off.
With the high I’m riding now, I have a feeling that I won’t have that problem with Alejandro. I’m teetering on the edge right now, and I haven’t even had the pleasure of feeling him inside of me.
Which I want…so very badly.
His fingers leave me, and so does his mouth. Turning his head, I watch Alejandro suck my cream from his fingers, then he turns to me and pushes a second past my own lips, his mouth crushing down on mine, tasting my essence together. His hand is back down my pants a second later, and he kisses me like a man possessed as he continues fingering me. As for me? I’m verging on coming already. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
In the way I’m quickly growing accustomed to, Alejandro once again removes his hand from my pants and makes quick work of pushing them down my hips. My panties go with them, and I have just enough presence of mind to kick off my shoes, so my pants don’t get tangled up at my feet.
After I’m bottomless, it’s the work of a moment for Alejandro to shove his own pants down, but he doesn’t bother losing them altogether.
No. He’s too impatient, too eager to get inside of me.
I know exactly how he feels. My heart is thundering in my chest, and I don’t even give it a second thought when he grabs me by the hips and spins me around. The next thing I know, I’m bent over the bed, my hands indenting the mattress, and Alejandro is right behind me.
The feel of his cock slipping between my thighs excites me on a level I can’t even explain. It’s as if all the blood has rushed straight to my head, when in reality it’s all pooling between my legs, making me wetter than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
Gripping himself in his hand, Alejandro rubs the head of his cock through my folds, teasing my clit just once, and only once, before he penetrates me. Just like he kisses, he doesn’t hesitate for a second. He feeds me his entire length at once until he’s buried to the hilt, stretching me deliciously.
We both moan at the feel of being connected so intimately. In the back of my head, I still can’t believe I’m here, doing this, but it feels so out-of-this-world fantastic, I know that for as long as I live, I will never look back on this moment and regret a single second.
There is nothing more powerful, more thrilling, or more pleasurable than the feel of a man losing himself to you. Inside of you. There’s an exchange of power that’s profound. The moment when two people connect, stripped completely, and give in to their animal instincts is when they are at their most honest.
Alejandro is a lover, the kind of man who aims to please while taking the most that life has to offer. At this moment, as he grunts and grinds against me, as our bodies push and pull and develop a rhythm, I become aware of the free spirit that resides within him, the wildness that refuses to be tamed.
It’s that very wildness that attracts me to him the most, I think. And I crave to touch it, to have it touch me. And it’s also at that moment that I recognize the very same thing resides within me, an animal I’ve kept caged all my life in favor of performing my wifely and motherly duties. It’s a part of me that is now roaring to be let free.
“Te sientes tan bien, Mami,” Alejandro breathes as he grips my hips and rides me hard.
I have no idea what he just said, the words lost to the sounds of heavy breathing and skin slapping together. I don’t care either. I’m too focused on feeling…everything.
“Voy a vete a la mierda tan duro.” With that, his pace increases, and I feel him dig even deeper, his cock hitting depths that produce a twinge of pain, but it’s that added pinch that drives me higher. My excitement grows, swelling like a turbulent sea in the midst of the most perfect storm. I know without a doubt that he’s going to make me come, and I’m wholly focused on capturing it, of reaching that point of no return.
Just the prospect rips a string of moans and groans from deep within me. My back bows, my hips arch to deepen every aggressive thrust, and I hold onto the blankets with iron fists in an effort to remain standing. My legs are quivering like crazy, and my hamstrings are on fire, but none of that is enough to distract me from my goal.
“Oh, Alejandro, yesssss,” I hiss as my orgasm begins to take hold and build.
“Te gusta, eh?” There’s a hint of laughter in his voice that makes me smile. At least this time I heard what he said and the very little Spanish I retained actually translates. He wants to know if I like it. He’d better believe it.
“Yeah, baby,” I manage. “You feel so good.”
Bending over me, his chest to my back, Alejandro braces his hands on the bed beside mine and kisses the back of my neck, then sinks his teeth in ever so gently before moving to my ear. He skims the blunt edges of his teeth along the shell, his tongue curling around the edge before he whispers, “I want you to come for me, Mami. Right now.” Then he reaches around, two thick fingers finding my clit, and he rubs back and forth and around in circles, not so much coaxing my orgasm forward as he is demanding it.
I don’t need any more persuasion. With a cry, I’m thrust into oblivion where sensation consumes my every cell. My eyes squeeze shut, and my breaths freeze in my lungs as I surrender to the pleasure Alejandro has wrought on me. He’s relentless in his ministrations, wringing every last drop from me as he continues to pump into me.
It takes only a few heart-stopping moments for the orgasm to hit before receding once again, leaving me weak and shaky. But rather than collapsing face-first into the mattress like I want to, I hold on, giving the last tendrils of strength I have in me to Alejandro as he straightens his stance and strives for his own sweet release.
However, rather than continue to take me from behind, he catches me off guard when he once again takes control of my body, using his hold on my hips to turn me around. I look up into his dark eyes, consumed with desire and passion and this deep hunger that I feel reflected in my own thoughts and emotions, and I know in that instant that I am beyond lost to this man. I don’t know how or when it happened, but he holds the power to hurt me in his hands.
God, I really hope he doesn’t. After the year I’ve had, I don’t know that I’d survive it.
But for him, I’m willing to go the distance, I’m willing to try. I have to. There’s no other choice. I’m already in too deep.
It’s hard to believe it’s only been a few days.
