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𓈒 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 𓈒

A week your husband had been away from home. He was staying somewhere a few hours away while on a mission for work. You missed him, but hadn't texted him a bit because you knew he'd been busy.

Though, on this particular day, you really missed him—missed him in the way that made you crave his body. The body you temporarily didn't have access to.

You squirmed on the bed for a long moment, but it was hard to get comfortable, especially with Leon so heavily on your mind. As a last resort, you decide to text him.

“Hey babe, you free?” You type out the message and send it.

Surprisingly, he responds within a minute.

“Yeah. Just got back to the motel a bit ago.”

You bit your lip. Now, you had it confirmed that he was free. Your eyebrows furrowed as you thought hard for a moment; you wanted to send him a nude. Mostly in hopes he'd send one back, which surely he would.

You got up off the bed and rose to your feet.

You stripped off all your clothes.

You held your phone upwards as you began to pose in front of the mirror of your vanity. The mirror was large, and the bulbs that ran up along the sides casted a bright glow that accentuated your body. You rested your hand upon your hip as you then took a few pictures with the back camera.

You scanned over each taken photo to decide on your favorite. Underneath, you added a text: “Miss you.”

You were a tad nervous to send it; after attaching it to the conversation, your finger hovered over the send button for seconds. You swallowed, pushed your finger down on the button, and then tossed your phone down on the bed.

You sat back down a bit fidgety as you waited for a notification.

Minutes passed, but nothing. Curiously, you picked back up your phone, unlocked the screen, and checked. Just a simple “read” underneath your sent attachment.

Then, he reacted. From Leon, your picture had received a “❤️” reaction.

You still waited for the big moment—to see if he was going to send anything back.

And just another minute later, he did. Your phone dinged with a sent attachment from him: a picture of your husband, Leon, standing in front of the bathroom mirror—no clothes. His cock was thick with veins that ran up along it. It was halfway hardened too. Your pulse quickened at the sight, and created a heavier sensation within your groin.

He said: “Miss you too, sweetheart.”

With the picture up on the screen you held in your hand, it made you wish to touch yourself. However, apparently Leon had the same idea.

Just another moment later, he sent you a video. The video was of him jerking himself off; his large hand was wrapped around his dick—stroking it. He softly groaned within the minute-long clip. The camera was still angled towards the bathroom mirror.

That did it. You sat up on the bed and rested your head against the propped up pillows. You held out the phone to where your body was visible and your face was just slightly out of frame. You hit record as your right hand slowly traveled downwards; firstly dragging down your bare chest and then abdomen.

With your phone filming, you began to touch yourself. You were already aroused—it began just from your X-rated thoughts earlier… and then the attachments Leon had sent really done it.

Though unlike Leon, you weren't stopping after a minute. You kept on touching yourself for the camera to see. You did for several minutes with soft moans until you orgasmed on screen.

Your breath became heavy as you came down from the high, and you stopped the recording. Then, you sent it to Leon.

He again reacted the same to the attached video. You waited to see if he'd send something else—biting your lip as the patience was difficult to maintain.

After a few minutes, there was a new notification; an attachment from Leon. You quickly clicked on it and felt a gentle, warm blush arise to your face at what you saw.

What he had sent was another video of him masturbating—a longer video too, and by minutes.

You listened intently when he moaned softly through his gritted teeth, and even noticed whenever his abdominal muscles would flex throughout.

He'd whisper soft things too—praises about you, your body, and specifically the attachments you had sent him.

After a few minutes into the video, he recorded his own orgasm too. Ropes of cum spit out from the tip of his hardened dick. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes clenched shut as it happened. His hips jittered as well. Then, the clip ended.

The entire video flustered you further and made you feel all tingly. Your heart raced as you felt your groin stirring and fluttering once more.

You texted him: “I love you, babe. That was so amazing. You're so handsome.”

He responded: “Thank you, gorgeous. I love you too, and I miss you so much. I can't wait to be home.”

You stared at the conversation open on your phone screen. You really did miss him—and of course couldn't wait for what would go down when he returned home. It wouldn't be for another few days, but with the videos you now had access to, you'd be alright.

𓈒 𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 𓈒

Your hands ran over the computer sitting in front of you—typing and typing as you worked on calculating and processing your patients’ records. You sat on a rather comfortable office chair, though the constant hunch was aching your back.

It was getting late, but time seemed to move so slow as you worked. You had been sitting for what felt like hours, tirelessly dragging your fingertips across the keyboard. You checked the time on your watch—it was 9:47 PM.

Before you realized, your fingers began to slow their pace, and you could feel the tiresomeness in your eyes. Eventually, you passed out right at the desk—still under the roof of your work building.

—

You felt a hand nudging your shoulder sometime later. You stirred awake and sat back up in your chair. You turned your head to see the familiar face of your co-worker, friend, and (sometimes—moreover formal) patient, Carlos Oliveira. He was a part of the U.B.C.S., which was the group who came through the medical office you worked in most frequently. You never minded when Carlos came through; you enjoyed his company, and he seemed to enjoy yours back.

“You alright?” He asked.

“Oh—yeah.” You stretched your arms, “Did I fall asleep?”

“Yup… it's almost midnight now.”

“...Shit.” You murmured without a thought. “I should've left by now.”

“I figured.”

“What are you still doing here?”

“I had some meeting stuff to catch up with. I'm about to head out now… You good to drive yourself home?”

“Yeah, I'll be fine.” You stand up out of your chair and quickly straighten up the papers on top of your desk, then shutting off your computer for the night.

“Well… how about I drive you home just in case? We don't wanna have any ‘drowsy-driving’ incidents, do we?” He rests his hand on your shoulder. “I'll pick you up tomorrow morning, too. Since your car will be here.”

You flash him a slight grin, “Alright, if you insist.”

You grab your bag and briefly pat the pocket on the upper-left side of your shirt to ensure your keycard was there.

“You good to go?” He asks.

“Yeah.”

You walk with Carlos out of the room and down the large hallway to the main door. You fish out your keycard which read:

Umbrella Corporation

(Y/N)

Medical Assistant

And held it against the sensor which unlocked the door and allowed you to exit. Carlos then walked you to his car; you got into the passenger's seat while he took the driver's. You fastened your seat belt while he did the same.

“So… how were things today?” Carlos asked while sticking his keys into the ignition.

“Boring. It felt like today went by so slowly.”

“I feel you.” He peeked his head around to peer into the rear-view window and then pulled out.

“How'd… catching up on meeting stuff go?”

Carlos smirked, “Went alright—wasn't too awful.”

“Lucky for you.” You remarked in a playful tone.

“Sorry. I bet it was just so lonely with me not being there.”

“Oh, don't flatter yourself… Though a bit? Yes.” A grin tugged at the corners of your lips.

“I knew it…” He murmured, softly shaking his head.

You propped your elbow against the upper part of the door and rested your chin in the palm of your hand. You could feel the exhaustion in your eyes again as they sagged. You brushed a strand of hair out of your face and covered your mouth out of politeness as you then yawned.

“Am I that boring?” Carlos briefly glanced over at you. Your eyelids kept threatening to close but you continued to force them open.

“No, I'm just tired, promise. It's been a long day.”

“I know, I know… But I do need your help with directions on how to get to your house…”

—

Twenty minutes later Carlos pulled up in the driveway of your small, cozy home.

“Thank you, Carlos. I really appreciate you driving me out here.”

“It's not a problem. Glad I could help.”

He rested a hand atop of the steering wheel as his gaze lingered on you as you grabbed your bag from the floor of the car and placed your hand on the door handle.

“You sure you'll even be able to make it in without passing out?”

“I'll be okay, thanks.” You grinned and stepped out of the vehicle.

“Goodnight.” He said.

“Goodnight, Carlos.” You replied before gently closing the door and heading inside your home. Carlos didn't leave until you entered.

The first thing you did was rush to your bed, and plop down. Exhausted, you fell asleep right there nearly immediately —still in your white scrubs and everything.

—

You woke up early the next morning to get ready for work and engage in your everyday routine. You put your hair back into a neat bun, put on fresh scrubs and clipped on your ID, did your makeup, ate breakfast, and brushed your teeth. By the time you were nearly finished, your phone dinged with a message from Carlos:

“You ready? I can be on my way to get you now.”

You replied: “Yes, I'm ready.”

“Alright.”

You put on your shoes as you waited by the door.

—

You saw the familiar car pull into your driveway not too long later. You grabbed your bag off the nearby counter and walked out. You quickly locked up the house before making way to Carlos's car, and getting into the passenger's side once more.

“Hey. Good morning.” He glanced at you with a slight smile. He was in his basic, black uniform—the one which went underneath all of his tactical equipment. His dark, curly hair was fluffed up as well.

“Hey. Thank you for picking me up.” You put on your seat belt.

“Yeah, of course.”

There was an awkward silence as he backed out of the driveway. The kind that's filled with lingering, unspoken thoughts.

“You look nice today.” Carlos spoke softly. His eyes maintained strict focus on the road ahead.

“Thank you.” You smiled; his small comment made you feel so internally warm.

That same silence returned.

—

Carlos pulled into a parking spot outside of the large building, known as the famous Umbrella Corporation. The sign ahead stated “employee's only.”

Before you could reach for your bag, Carlos interrupted.

“Wait—before you leave, I wanted to ask you about something.”

“Sure.” You turned to him and locked your eyes onto his; your attention was now solely on him.

His fingers tapped on the steering wheel nervously, “...I wanted to see if I… could take you out later today? You're not working late, are you?”

A warm, minimal blush crept up your face. Carlos was asking you out? Did he mean a date? Your head ran many miles a minute. You felt satisfied; happy.

“Like… a date.” He stated clearly.

You gathered some thoughts and courage to respond. “I can! That sounds wonderful; I'd love to.” You smiled at him genuinely.

As if it were contagious, his lips then broke into a smile. “Good,” he nodded. “I'll text you later, yeah?”

"Sounds good!”

You both got out and headed into the building, side by side.

—

The following day was just the same as yesterday; boring and long with hardly any patients, which just left you to find random chores such as prepping and supplying. The entire time, your mind just went on and on about Carlos—about him asking you out. You were a bit in disbelief, almost. You never realized you had been hoping praying he would. To be fair, your eyes have been on him for quite awhile; ever since he was first transported into your medical care one time, and then when he kept stopping by after that—just to chat with you too.

You couldn't wait for later.

—

It was close to six in the evening when you were packing up to leave. You wrapped up what you were doing quickly as you were eager to leave, and headed out.

You hadn't seen Carlos the rest of the day. You thought, perhaps he was just busy, or either, by chance, he was nervous to run into you.

Once you were outside, you headed over to your car and got in, buckled up, and stuck the keys into the ignition. You put on some low music as you then made your way home.

—

You walked through the door of your home more thrilled than ever. You not at all hesitated to kick off your shoes, and run to your bedroom to start getting ready.

After digging your phone out of your bag, you saw a text message sent by Carlos:

“I'll come get you by 7:15.”

You simply responded with: “See you then!”

The time your phone currently displayed was 6:13—you had just about an hour to get ready, which you could make do with. You threw off your scrubs and rushed to your wooden dresser to pick out something fresh. You ended up pulling out a pair of straight, light-washed jean shorts, to put together with a black and slim-fitting off-the-shoulder top. You changed into the articles, and then added a black belt, as well as dainty jewelry for accessorization. It was casual, but put together.

Over at your vanity, you touched up your makeup and let your hair loose. You brushed through it gently but hurriedly, and ensured it was more than presentable.

After everything, it was now a bit past seven. You pulled out a set of black heels from your closet, slipped them on, and then grabbed your purse off the nightstand. All you had to do now was wait.

Carlos texts you at 7:14: “I'm here.”

You reply: “Coming!” And rush out into the living room, and then out the front door. You lock up the house before making way to his car and getting into the passenger's seat.

“Hey.” Carlos says to you, all while attempting to subtly look you up and down. “You look nice.”

“Thank you,” you smile. Then, you glanced at his attire: a basic, short-sleeved black top with a pair of jeans and a brown belt. You could tell his hair had been freshly washed as well.

“You look very nice too,” you add.

“Oh, also…” He cocks his torso to reach into the backseat. He then pulls from behind, a bouquet of red and pink roses, which he hands to you.

“Here,” He scratched the back of his neck nervously.

Your smile lit up further—your eyes too. You carefully grabbed the bundle of flowers and admired them.

“Thank you! These are lovely.”

He grinned, “Glad you like them. Now… shall we head to our destination?”

You fastened your seatbelt, “I'm ready.”

He backed out of your driveway, and then you two were on your way to wherever he was taking you.

“So, how were things today?” Carlos asked.

“Boring, again… I never saw you today, either—well, besides the morning. I was just wondering about it.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. I would've stopped by if I had time; today was a whole lot of going over future projects ‘n shit. Boring too if you ask me.”

“Sounds like it. Without having anyone to care for, lately I've just been doing a lot of nothing, basically.”

“Well… maybe I just need to get injured and then I'll really have an excuse to come see you—give you something to do, too.”

You chuckled, “Please don't. I'd rather you not get hurt.”

“I'm just kidding…” He huffed playfully. “Uh, we should be there pretty soon. Five more minutes, I'd say.”

“I'm excited to see.”

—

Exactly a few more minutes later, Carlos pulled into a parking spot in an area sort of isolated. There was lots of grass and shrub ahead, with even a small stream you could see.

“Where is this?” You asked curiously.

“It's a recreational park… I'd thought it'd be somewhere nice and peaceful. I see people walking through here all the time. There's even a pond up ahead with a gazebo overlooking it.”

“Good, I've been needing something like this.” You unbuckled your seat belt excitedly and got out of the car, ditching your purse inside to see as it wouldn't be of use, though you stuffed your phone in your pants pocket.

Carlos got out of the car too.

You both began walking the path that led over a tiny slope. All around there were flower bushes, lively trees, and mysterious plants. No one else appeared to be around either, which just added to the serenity of it all.

The sun was going to set late as well, giving you and Carlos more time to be about, due to it being early summer. However, the breeze luckily made it not too hot.

“This is really nice.” You state.

“I thought you might like it.”

The air you breathed in was fresh. The sound of your heels could be heard clicking against the gravel, too.

“I would have worn different shoes if I knew we'd be walking.”

“Sorry.” Carlos moved his hand to rest on your lower back as you two walked. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“It's okay, I don't blame you.” You grinned.

“Y'know I'll carry you if you get tired.”

“Thanks but I think I'll be okay,” you giggled.

After maybe ten minutes of walking with continued side-talk, Carlos assured that the gazebo was up ahead. After making way through a tight bundle of shrub, your eyes fell upon the dock in which the gazebo was built upon. It was crafted of dark wood, directly resting over top of the well-kept pond. Surrounding the pond was taller grass, many cattail plants, and large trees leaning over it on one side. Floating on the water were handfuls of lilypads, and even the occasional group of ducks. Some fish swimming below were visible, too. You had run into a few people by then, but they weren't minded.

“This view is amazing.” You said.

“Yeah,” Carlos agreed. “Let's head up into the gazebo. It'll be even better there.”

Suddenly, Carlos took hold of your hand and guided you slightly further up the path himself. You both stepped into the gazebo and leaned just against the wooden railing.

“This is beautiful.” You murmured.

“Told you it'd be better from up here.”

“Definitely…”

You glanced down at the water beneath, rippling whenever a fish came close to its surface or either when a duck bobbed its head below. You could feel Carlos's gaze on you though—which I mean, you didn't mind. You simply then turned your head, and smiled at him.

“You're beautiful.” He said—and his smile appeared more sincere than ever. His eyes were full of life and full of glee.

Your face became warm. “...Thank you.”

“I've wanted to say that for so long.”

“...I think you're very handsome, Carlos. There, I've been wanting to say that too.”

He kept on smiling, and then turned his head to look at the pond. It went quiet. Not the awkward kind now—the nice kind that was calming.

Carlos took your hand as it rested against the wooden railing. He held it and caressed the side of it with his thumb. After a moment, you averted your gaze back upon him.

“Thank you for taking me out here.”

“Yeah, of course.”

Your hand clung to his as his thumb continued the easing rub.

“I was hoping that we… could um—y'know… make this official?” He said softly, obviously a tad nervous.

Your mouth widened in a bright smile, “Yeah.” You offered his hand a gentle squeeze, “I'd love that.”

You wanted to talk to him more—tell him about how long you had waited for something like this—but your heart raced at the thought.

“You wanna stay here until sundown? I bet the view is to die for.”

You nodded with your lips still curved upwards, “Yeah. It'll be beautiful.”

And by the time 8:30 came, it was. The sky above was painted with strokes of orange, pink, and bright yellow. It even reflected gorgeously in the pond below. The rays of the sun were bright and shone through every puffy cloud. You snapped a few pictures of it yourself.

“Amazing.” Murmured Carlos.

“It's beautiful.”

“Y'know what I think would make it better?” He asked and was now facing directly towards you.

“What?”

Within a second after your curious response, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. His eyes closed shut immediately as both of his hands simultaneously climbed up to cup each side of your face.

It caught you off guard at first, but once your eyes fluttered shut too, and your lips began to kiss him back, it was all you wanted. Your hands made way to rest on his waist.

Carlos pulled away after some time. He looked into your eyes, and you looked into his with a smile forming high upon your face.

He grinned too, “Told you it'd make it better.”

Without even thinking, your body smashed against his and your arms wrapped around him in an embrace whilst you placed your head in the crook of his neck. One of his hands instinctively went to rest on your lower back as the other one wrapped around your upper body.

You loved his embrace; it was something so warm and inviting—though only to you, which you felt beyond privileged for. Words didn't need to speak in order to tell what you felt in this moment.

You unwrapped your arms from around his body and took just a step back.

“So, are we going back to your place tonight?” You asked.

Carlos seemed to fluster a bit, “Oh—yeah, if you want to. I'd like that.”

“Okay,” you gave him a peck on the cheek.

“You wanna head back now, or wait until the sun finishes setting?”

“Just a bit longer,” you assured and held his hand again. Your fingers intertwined with one another, and it was so serenely quiet that the only things that could be heard were the soft whippings of the carrying breeze, and Carlos's gentle breaths.

—

Once the sun was nearly fully set and the sky was beginning to show a dark blue to black, you and Carlos agreed to head back. You went down the same trail as you had come up, and the hold time your hand remained attached to Carlos's.

When entering his car, Carlos opened the passenger's door for you and let you in before heading over to the driver's side. He gave you a brief grin before pulling out of the area, and then making his way to take you back to his house.

“Thank you again. I had a wonderful time.”

“Mhm, glad you enjoyed it. Though, we still got time.”

—

Around ten minutes later, Carlos pulled into a parking spot located outside a basic apartment building. You grabbed your purse and the bouquet, and exited the vehicles the same time as him. He led you into the building, and then to the second floor where his apartment was. After a few steps down the carpeted hall, he stopped in front of his door and unlocked it.

“Here.” He let you step inside first.

He stepped in after you and closed and locked the door behind him.

You took a minute to gather in all your surroundings; you glanced around the place curiously. He had the place set up rather nice despite it being small. Truthfully, it did lack decor, but all was well-kept. The one thing you did notice was that he often had a picture frame laying around.

“Nice place,” you smiled while kicking off your heels neatly by the door.

“Thanks. You want something to drink?” Carlos took off his own shoes.

“Mhm, sure.”

He headed through the doorway into the kitchen, “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable.” He rummaged through the cabinets and fridge. “Um, what are you in the mood for? Black tea, beer—”

“Black tea's alright, please,” you responded while taking a seat down on the couch. You placed your items on the coffee table.

“Comin’ up.”

You just sat there a bit awkwardly and uncertain of what to do exactly; it was your first time being welcomed in his home. You could hear the sink running from inside the kitchen area where Carlos was. You just sat on the couch and waited for him politely.

Five or ten minutes later, he walks into the area with two steaming cups of tea. He handed you yours, and you wrapped your hands carefully around the blue, glass mug.

“Be careful, it's hot.”

“Mhm, thank you,” you set it down on a coaster which rested on the coffee table in front of you. The beverage had to cool first.

Things were a bit… uncomfortable now—in an awkward way, just because all this was new. You somewhat hoped he'd be the one to break the silence first. And luckily for you, he swiftly did.

“Y'know, I'm glad you're here right now.” Carlos's hand slowly crept over until it was gently resting on your right thigh.

You glanced at him with a soft grin, “Yeah, I am too…”

“What d’you wanna do, gorgeous?”

Gorgeous? Carlos just called you gorgeous? Oh your face felt warm again, for sure. He always knew how to make you blush—knew how to fluster you just right.

You stammered, “Uhh—”

“C'mon, I don't bite… Can I kiss you again?” His chocolate brown eyes stared into yours. It was an intense, but gentle, flirtatious gaze.

You nodded your head a bit shakily, “Yes, please, I'd—”

He cut you off by cupping your face, and pulling your lips against his in a soft crash. He kissed you. You kissed him back. Your hands too ran up his back and rested on his shoulder-blades.

This time, with this kiss, his tongue was being slipped into your mouth, and you parted your lips just enough. Before you knew it, your tongues were swaying together. You moaned ever so softly against his lips.

Carlos pulled away a few minutes later. He grinned, bit his lip, and ran a finger through your hair.

“You're a good kisser.” He says.

“You're not too bad yourself,” you teased him and he responded with a short chuckle.

You grabbed your tea off the coffee table as you figured it'd be cooled enough by now. You took a few sips; the taste was refreshing, and you could tell he sweetened it just enough. You set it back down afterwards.

After relaxing back on the couch, you leaned towards Carlos and rested your head on his shoulder. You then propped your legs up on the sofa to get more comfortable. Carlos's arm wrapped around your body and his hand rested on your waist.

“...Today has been amazing, Carlos. I know all I've done is thank you, but thank you.”

“Mhm,” his thumb stroked the exposed skin of your waist. “You have no idea how long I've been wanting to ask you out.”

“Oh—me too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Ever since you were dropped off in my care as a patient, I've had my eye on you. You were always so gentle, and had just the way with words to where you could make anything funny—and I mean, you still do. And it was so sweet how you kept always stopping by afterwards, talking to me, saying hi, doing favors, and what not.”

“I… didn't even realize it meant that much to you.

“Of course it did; you saved me from very painfully boring shifts.”

Carlos laughed, and you laughed along too.

Once the giggling had calmed down, things became sentimental again.

“I've always appreciated you talking back to me, too—actually listening. I loved that, so thank you.”

You reached for his free hand and held it. You intertwined your fingers with his.

“Of course—you're worth listening to.”

“Oh, don't make me kiss you again.”

You smirked, “I won't complain.”

With that, he unwrapped his hand from around your waist and reached for your chin to draw you in close. Once again, he attached his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut almost immediately, as did his. Suddenly though, his lips left yours and instead went onto your jawline. His breath was heavy against your skin. One of his hands trailed back down to grip your right hip, and the other caressed the side of your face.

Then after a minute of peppering kisses along your jaw, he moved down to your neck. You audibly groaned as his mouth sucked at a spot near the crook of your neck. Your fingers trailed up to tangle in his now frizzy, curly hair. You knew he was going to leave a mark with the way he was sucking at the surface of your skin.

“Mmh, Carlos—that feels good.”

He kept on, definitely after hearing your praise. Luckily for you, the off-the-shoulder top you picked out was perfect for the occasion after all. His lips trailed downward to now nip at your collarbone, and eventually his tongue began to graze over the area.

You knew he wanted to go lower with the way he ever so slightly tugged down at the collar. You figured he was too shy to ask.

“Take off my shirt.”

He halted, slightly backed away, and looked at you. “You sure, baby?”

“Mhm, please.”

He obliged and carefully lifted your top over your head, and then placed it wherever on the couch. You were left in your push-up bra—the one that hugged you in the right places too. Carlos was very obviously staring, with even a slight blush arising to his face, but he just leaned back in, and continued kissing you.

He scattered kisses on your chest, just around the cups of your bra and then down your sternum as far as he could go. Your hands still rested in his hair, occasionally stroking it.

He stopped for a brief moment to lift his own shirt over his head, and lay it aside. His chest was toned with a patch of dark, body hair, his shoulders were muscular—and you of course couldn't keep your eyes from wandering towards his defined six-pack.

“Carlos,” you paused and reached your hands behind your back, “keep kissing me, please.” Your fingers undid the clasp of your bra, to where you then slid it down your shoulders.

Carlos's eyes widened and his face was becoming flustered once more. You noticed his eyes glanced slightly downwards towards your now bare chest.

“Of course, gorgeous.” His hands rested on either side of your body, and he leaned back in to continue kissing your sternum. Your back leaned against the pillows and armchair of the sofa.

“Can I touch you?” His breath was a bit heavy against your skin. You could pick up on the slight hesitation his voice carried. It was sweet.

“Yes, Carlos. I want you to touch me. I promise I don't bite, love.” You pleaded with your hands now moving towards his back. They began to roam freely around his toned shoulder-blades, and even your finger traced up and down his spine. He subtly shivered.

His large hand carefully cupped one of your breasts and his mouth only trailed further until he was kissing your other breast directly. His thumb grazed over your nipple a few times as he softly kneaded the flesh of your breast—he acted as if you were a delicate porcelain and he was afraid to break you. After a minute, his mouth and hand swapped places so each of your breasts were lavished with an equal amount of attention.

“You're so gorgeous.” Carlos murmured.

You smiled down at him while he was now kissing the sides of your breasts. You were getting eager; you craved more.

“Carlos, baby?”

He slightly pulled away to look at you, “Yes?”

You blushed, “Do you have a condom?”

“Uh—shit… No, I don't.”

“Me either…”

His face was now in front of yours, “It's okay though, baby. I don't wanna rush things anyways.”

You sighed, “Yeah, you're right… We should take our time.”

“Can I still keep kissing you?”

“Yes, Carlos,” you smiled with a slight chuckle.

He grinned and dipped his head back down towards your neck and chest. You could feel how hard he was too, though he tried his best to conceal it. You yourself were dripping, but perhaps it'd truly be better to wait.

Now, you knew he didn't bite—and he knew neither did you.