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A: Si Mami, you are.
Once again, he’s successfully sealed the deal. Such a smooth talker. I wonder if they teach classes for that, or if it comes naturally.
Me: I look like death
A: Show me
Me: No! Then you won’t show up lol
If he thinks I’m sending him a picture, he’s lost his damn mind.
A: You’re beautiful Mami
I sigh deeply.
Me: See you soon
Then I jump out of bed and rush to make myself passible.
I didn’t want to look as if I’d tried too hard, especially considering the late hour, so I stuck with pajamas, fluffed up my hair a bit, and put on some foundation. It’s not how I would prefer to see Alejandro, but it will have to do.
He rolls up in front of the house not twenty minutes later, driving an unmarked company van. I hop in, greeted instantly by his soft, alluring smile.
“Hey,” I breathe. It’s as if everything is suddenly right with the world again.
“Hi.” He turns off the engine and lights, and we’re left in the dark, the only illumination coming from a street lamp across the street, and the sound of rock music coming from his phone.
He turns in his seat, and I in mine, and we face each other. There’s nothing in the middle of the van to separate us, and he leaves his seat, dragging a wooden box from the open back section of the van forward to sit on. He does it so fast that, within seconds, he’s got my head in his hands in that way I love, and he’s kissing me.
Our tongues duel, tasting and savoring one another. I clasp his face in my hands as his begin to roam between my legs and under my shirt. As always, Alejandro is a take-charge kind of man. He goes after what he wants, and I so admire that about him.
I let him lead the way, set the pace. It’s no surprise when he lifts my shirt and breaks away from the kiss to wrap his lips around my breast. He’s a boob man, I think. And that’s fine by me.
I kiss the side of his neck, stroke his head, and lavish in his touch. While his mouth is on my breast, his hand sneaks down the front of my pants. I open my legs wider, allowing him full, unobstructed access. His fingers feel perfect inside me, and he knows exactly how I like to be touched, just what it will take to send me soaring.
Dropping to his knees on the hard metal floor, Alejandro fits himself between my thighs. He’s everywhere, his body warm and strong and the perfect damn fit. Unable to stand it any longer, I bring his face back to mine, needing to taste those luscious lips of his that I can never seem to get enough of.
Maybe I should have brought him into the house… But even as the thought passes through my gray matter, I know it wouldn’t be a wise idea. I need to be absolutely sure he’s sticking around before I can do that. It’s one thing to risk my own heart, and another to risk that of my children.
One thing I will never do is put another person above them, as their own father has. So I take what I can when I can until I think the situation warrants something more.
As the heat between us rises, Alejandro periodically scans the street and the house. He’s worried about someone seeing us, whereas I’ve been so wrapped up in him that I’ve barely considered it.
Pushing the box back, he sits down and draws me in to follow, until I’m on my knees before him, our positions reversed, and we’re blanketed in shadows. He’s wearing shorts, and as he continues kissing and fingering me, my hands sneak their way up his thighs, beneath the silky material.
This man has me crazed with need, and I’ve only been with him for twenty minutes, give or take. How does he do this to me? How does he make me go out of my mind with lust with just a look? Hell, just his voice, a text, even. I swear he’s cast some voodoo spell on me. I’ve never in my life felt so damn out of control, as if I’d take any risk without a second thought.
Just like the first time at the hotel, he takes hold of one of my hands and wraps my fingers around his shaft. And just like last time, I didn’t even notice him free himself. He’s so aggressive, and I love it. I stroke him as he does me, and kiss him as he kisses me, drinking each other in, absorbing ourselves.
A light washes over us through the windshield, and for a brief moment, we glance up with glazed eyes. A car drives past in the dark of the night, cutting through the silence of the otherwise sleepy street. Then it’s just us again.
Alejandro scoots the box and by default, us, back a couple more inches, and with a playful, knowing smile, our lips crash together again.
He kisses his way down my jaw, my neck, across my collarbone. Pulling my nightshirt aside, he kisses and licks my shoulder and then makes his way back to my mouth. Between us, his hands move away to do something, but I’m too preoccupied to worry what. I know soon enough when he knocks my hand away long enough to roll on a condom. Then, without preamble, he grabs hold of my hips and stands me up, turning me around in the process. I feel my pants slide down over my hips, but he’s careful to keep the front of me covered in case there are prying eyes about.
I grab hold of a metal bar that forms a cage separating the front of the van from the back as he grabs his cock and angles himself. With his guidance, I ease down, taking him inside me.
Just as I had in the rental car a few days ago, I reach back and grip the back of his neck, holding him close. He’s bracing himself on the edge of the box, and I’m holding the bulk of my weight up by the bar overhead. As he pushes up into me, I rock back into him, and together we create a rhythm as old as time.
