The feeling of anguish quickly washes over you and is replaced with the utmost rage when you pick your head back up and see all the Barcelona players celebrating their heart out from the win. 

We should’ve won it, you thought as you grit your teeth in anger, we fucking deserved to win this game, not them. 

Your eyes scan the field until your vision lands on Aitana and you can’t help but think her celebrations are a little more showboat-y compared to the rest of her teammates. You’re seething in anger now, if it was possible, smoke would be coming out of your ears from just how pissed off you are. 

The way she’s hopping around, her hands all over her teammates, every single show of emotion from her in particular just emitting more anger in you. The way her hair flows, the veins running down the side of her throat as she screams with joy, the way her jersey hikes up just a little whenever she jumps showing a peek of her defined abs, the way her shorts are rolling up with each jump revealing more and more of her thighs, the way the muscles on her arm are flexing as she throws them up and down, the way…

Your running thoughts are interrupted when you feel a hand on your shoulder. Looking up to see who it belongs to, you see it’s Eva Navarro, one of your closest teammates and friends in the team, offering you a somber smile. 

“Next time eh?”

You can only give her a tight-lipped smile in response, not really knowing how to answer her right now. 

“C’mon chiqui, let’s go thank the fans for their support and get back to the locker room. It’s no use sulking any longer out here”, Eva says to you as she offers her other hand. You promptly take her hand and stand up, as the both of you head to the stands, applauding and thanking the fans that had shown up to the game. After making your rounds, your arm wraps around Eva’s waist and Eva’s arm loops onto your shoulders, heading back to the tunnel.

“I know you’re angry right now. Good. Use that energy and channel it into your training for next time”, Eva tells you, her voice defeated but there’s a certain conviction behind it that has you feeling a bit more motivated again. 

Yes. Next time. There’s always a next time. 

Out of your line of sight, Aitana is looking at you with the biggest smirk on her face and feeling all smug about it, having noticed that you had been staring at her for quite a while before Eva interrupted you. 

I won, again. Those words are the only thing in her mind as she watches you walk towards the tunnel.

It’s been like that between the two of you for a while now and you’re not sure how it started but there's a sense of personal rivalry that you have with Aitana, something that has come up organically so whenever El Clasico comes around, there's a deeper and more underlying motivation to give your 110% whenever you get the chance to play; remove that huge smirk of Aitana’s face in any way possible and crush that huge ego of hers. 

It’s not like Aitana meant to create a rivalry with you as well, far from it but its the way you burst onto the scene at Real Madrid when you had just signed for them last season, dunking on Barcelona twice in your first Clasico; the second goal due to a lapse on concentration from Aitana herself that had you free to score a banger from outside the box which led to you and the team winning the game. Aitana has then taken note of you and even though you’re still not a guaranteed starter you managed to carry the team to their first ever trophy by dragging the team to a win at the Copa de la Reina final, which Aitana has to admit it’s impressive but god she’s a little infuriated by your rise in stardom in the league. Both of you playing for your teams biggest rivals did help in spurring on that rivalry though and that's how it has manifested till today. 

The debrief in the locker room from your manager wraps up and you let out a sigh, the air in the room feeling too much for you now, the hum of loss and despair lingering too much for your liking. It’s too suffocating being inside the room longer than you have to so you shoot Eva a glance and point your head towards the door, indicating that you’ll be outside for a bit and Eva nods, understanding what you’re trying to tell her. As you pull the door open, your eyes spot the Barcelona players finally streaming in from the pitch and heading towards their locker room. Closing the door behind you, you choose to stand just beside it, soaking in the way they’re all still celebrating as rage fills you all over again. 

Aitana is one of the last few players to enter the tunnel and when you spot her you can’t help the huff that escapes your lips, clenching your jaw in anger from the sight of her alone.

Aitana was busy talking to a few of the Barcelona staff before she spots you and excuses herself from the conversation, locking her eyes on you as a smirk slowly appears on her face akin to a cat-like grin. She’s oozing smug and cockiness within that smile and fuck you wish you could just wipe it off her stupid face right then and there.

Instead of heading to the locker room, you see Aitana making up some excuse to the others though you’re not sure what as you’re out of earshot then walking away from the room and towards somewhere else more secluded, you figure. 

You’re not sure why but it's like your legs have a mind of their own and it starts moving to follow Aitana, you have no energy left to stop it, though keeping a distance from her, not wanting her to know you’re following her.

Aitana disappears as she turns a corner into a tiny secluded hallway and there's a split second in your mind where it’s saying you shouldn’t go there, that this is the moment you turn back, but your legs just carry on walking, curiosity clouding your instincts. 

When you finally turn the corner, you’re startled like a deer caught in headlights, eyes wide open. 

Oh fuck. Aitana’s literally right in front of you right now. You’ve been caught. 

Aitana’s arms are folded, leaning on one side against the wall as she shoots you a questioning glance with a raised eyebrow. You can only stare back at her, your heart beating faster and faster by the second, embarrassed and a little mad you got caught. The both of you stand there in silence facing each other, a charged tension growing in the air the longer you and Aitana stay silent.

You’re both not sure how long the silence lasted, probably just a couple of minutes but it felt like eternity as you and Aitana can feel every agonising second of silence, the breaths of both of your breathing being the loudest sound between the both of you.

Aitana lightly chuckles at you, shaking her head as she leans her back against the wall, clearly amused at the situation you’re both in right now.

“Why are you following me? Are you going to beat me up or something?”, Aitana jokingly asks.

You don’t answer her, the words not coming to your mind right now so instead you move to lean your back on the wall directly opposite of the one Aitana is leaning on. Your face is stoic, unreadable and exactly what you want it to be, to not give anything away to Aitana, any single emotion that Aitana can exploit and use against you. 

So there the two of you were, staring at each other, not saying a thing. You try to read Aitana’s expression, there’s annoyance and smugness written all over her face but behind it there's a certain inquisitiveness behind it, eager to know more. More of what you’re not sure and you think that’s what Aitana’s thinking right now too.

“Well? Nothing to say for yourself?” Aitana breaks the lingering silence, a hint of mock behind her question. She lets her arms down to rest by her sides, her right index finger tapping on the wall against her.

“I- Well we should’ve won that game and you know that too,” you state as a matter of factly. 

Aitana lets her head fall back as a chuckle escapes her lips, amused with your response, clearly not expecting that to be the first thing that comes out of your mouth after all that silence. 

Her laugh cuts the tension in the air, you’re not sure what it is but there’s something about it, the way it sounds coming from her mouth that’s got a growing feeling within you, something really guttural and it's creeping over you fast, just waiting to be unleashed at any moment. 

“Really? That’s the thing that you wanted to say?” 

You hold your breath for a moment, well it's not the only thing you want to say to her, you thought but the way her voice sounded replying to you has got your anger rising rapidly and it’s like something decides to take over your mind now, pure instinct.

“Oh, that’s not the only thing you slimy cocky-,” you start going off on her, your inhibitions released, each word carried with a small step towards her till you’re in front of her, close enough to touch. 

“-asshole. You’re so fucking full of yourself, you know that?”, your voice all seething in anger, letting out your deepest and rawest emotions to her, totally unfiltered. She asked for it, and oh she's so getting it. 

“So stuck up, so fucking arrogant with a huge fucking ego that everyone around you loves to stroke well guess what? Not me!”

“You know what? It’s high time someone puts you in your fucking place and wipes that stupid fucking smirk off your stupid fucking face,” you hiss, voice thick with hatred. 

Aitana bursts into laughter, seemingly entertained by your words before leaning in just a little more, her jaw clenched, infuriated eyes staring into yours. 

“Make me then. I fucking dare you”, Aitana threatens you with a soft whisper, feeling her breaths on your face which is growing uneven by the second. “...sore loser,” escapes her lips, barely audible but enough for you to hear.

To hell with her.

“Fuck.”

“You.” 

Your hand grips the collar of Aitana’s jersey all bunched up as you pull her in to close the remaining distance. The kiss lands hard, fast and messy. The tension between the both of you finally snaps. It’s not careful or neat, it’s full of urgency, full of desperation, as if the two of you had been waiting far too long to let this out. 

Aitana reciprocates the energy almost immediately, instinctively clutching at your jersey, pulling you closer and closer till there’s barely a millimeter of space between your bodies left.

The kiss screams reckless and needy, the kind that says I’m taking everything that I can get from you. 

You can taste the neediness on Aitana’s lips, feel the desperation from the way she’s clinging onto you. Jerseys tugged at, bunching up, seams stretching, all being pulled at and apart from two pairs of hands with clumsy urgency. 

Both of you stumble in the hallway as Aitana pulls you through a door into a dark empty room and shuts it with a kick of her leg. You’re not sure what type of room you're in as you don't take the time to look at your surroundings, assuming it’s one of the small meeting rooms but you also don’t care much for what it is anyway. 

Hands immediately all over each other, fingers brushing every inch of skin like a spark, leaving a trail of fire along its path. 

You don’t think about anything at all, nothing about right or wrong, how the world outside this very room doesn’t matter one bit. Instead, your thoughts are clouded by how good Aitana’s hands feel, how she refuses to let you go. The air in the room fills up with heat and desperation, and all you see is Aitana’s mouth, lips parted and waiting. 

When you lean in again, Aitana doesn’t freeze, this time she surges forward with fervent lust. Your lips crashing into each other hard and sharp with need as you push her up against the wall. Your hand grips Aitana’s jaw, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, taking what you have always wanted but had been too blinded by pure hatred to claim. 

Aitana moans into your mouth, taken by surprise from your movements and it only spurs you on, your fingers digging into her jaw as you grip her harder, holding her in place, not allowing her any inch of space to escape if she tries. 

Aitana’s self restraint is gone at this point, grabbing your jersey in one hand and yanking you closer towards her, your chests colliding together. Her other hand finds its way to the back of your head and fists in your hair, holding your head there with purpose. 

You moan into her mouth at the roughness of her hands and Aitana takes this opportunity to slide her tongue into your mouth, trying to take control of the kiss. And you let her for a moment, enjoying the way she’s trying to claim every nook and cranny. As Aitana pulls away to catch her breath, she doesn’t hesitate to bite down on your lower lip, hard. You jump backwards, the sting from the bite making you flinch and groan. 

“What the fuck,” cursing at her through clenched teeth.

“Deserved.”

Aitana says mockingly at you, not an ounce of remorse shown on her face. 

Her lack of an apology pisses you off, your hand tightens its grip again on Aitana’s jaw, fingers digging into her skin. Aitana winces a little in pain but you don’t care as you pull her in again, the kiss colliding harder this time. 

Lips moving fast and greedy, Aitana responding with eagerness but you push harder, controlling the pace, guiding the rhythm. The kiss grows hungrier and messier, mouths moving against each other almost violently in its intensity. 

And when you feel Aitana trying to take the lead, trying to press forward, you only press back harder, deepening the kiss. Your other hand snakes under her jersey, gripping her waist tightly as you take back control, determined to not lose again, not this time. 

Aitana frees herself from the wall, pushing you backwards till the back of your knees hit the edge of something, you’re not too sure what but still you aren’t too bothered anyways. 

Aitana shoves you backwards, your back landing hard on the surface beneath you which you now realise is a table, your breath caught in your throat. 

Your lips reconnect again as you pull Aitana down towards you by the collar of her jersey, who’s now straddling you as you force her body flat against yours. It’s a messy and wet kiss, almost bruising as you pull Aitana in tighter. 

You can’t help but groan into Aitana’s mouth when you feel her boner poking at you on your inner thigh through her shorts. Hunger and pure need washing all over your body at the sensation. Instinctively, you roll your hips against her, needing to feel her against you and Aitana groans this time, deep and guttural, not being able to hold back just how good this all feels for her too.

Your hand travels in-between your bodies and underneath the jersey to cup Aitana’s breast, palming and massaging it through the fabric of her sports bra, smiling into her mouth until you break the kiss, grabbing a fistful of Aitana’s hair tight with your other hand, forcing her to lean her head back just enough for you to face her. 

“You take and take, so fucking much. Now it’s my turn to take from you.”

Not a request. A demand. And a demand that you’re more than determined to fulfill. 

Aitana smirks at your words, defiant. “Take it then.”

You yank her hair back even more, exposing her pretty throat to you, diving in and licking one long stripe from the crook of her neck all the way to the underside of her jaw then you bite down. Hard and deliberate, just enough for the indents of your teeth to be visible, marking her. And a punishment for her snark remark.

Aitana’s body responds to you immediately. A raw and obscene moan ripping from her throat, uncontrollable and sounding so filthy, like music to your ears.

You pull back just enough to see her, you’re the one smirking now at her, all smug. 

“My turn, not yours. My victory. Mine.” You whisper against Aitana’s ear, a thinly veiled threat.

A warm feeling spreads all over your body when Aitana can only helplessly moan at your words, eyes wide and lips parted. 

Your hand stops its movements on her breast, moving downwards, playing with the waistband of her shorts then swiftly having it removed, tossing it mindlessly to the floor. Aitana leans in to devour your mouth again, more lust and hunger behind her lips and you reciprocate the same energy quickly.

Between wet kisses and lip bites, the two of you manage to take off the rest of your clothes, now bare to each other, skin on skin. Both of you roaming your hands all over exposed skin, studying every groove, every single twitch of muscle. You also take this opportunity to roll her nipple between your fingers, slightly pinching and tugging at it, enjoying the way her perky perfect nipples feel on your fingers.

A string of spit is the only thing connecting both of your lips as you pull back from Aitana, panting, breaths ragged. 

“Now, I’m gonna take from you. This time, I win. Not you.” You say, voice low and soft but laced with intimidation. Your hand reaches down and grabs onto her hard length, running it through your wet folds, enough to get it covered in your slick. 

You push her inside you, deep and rough, no hesitation. You hold your breath at the intrusion from the initial sting but it’s drowned by pleasure, savouring just how good, how fucking amazing it feels to have her inside you. 

Aitana jolts, her breath catching in her throat, not expecting you to have pushed her inside you with such quickness. Her nails dig into your sides but she doesn’t push away. She revels in being wrapped by your warmth, overwhelming pleasure spreading into her body. Her hips rock forward instinctively, chasing the pleasure. 

“That’s it. Such a good girl. Show me what makes you special.”

Aitana mewls at your praise as you wrap your legs around her, locking her in place so she can’t run. A hand moves down to cup her ass cheek, giving it one hard slap, a red hand print starting to take form. 

A smirk forms on your face as Aitana’s body shivers, no doubt part of it is from the sting of your open-palm smack. Aitana’s helplessly rolling her hips against you, moans spilling from her mouth, her thigh muscles tensing, thrusting into you harder and deeper. 

“More,” you mutter, both hands grabbing her ass with an iron-like grip and forcing her deeper inside you with each thrust. Moans from the both of you filling up the room, noises of the slapping of skin to skin reverberating around, loud enough that it drowns it out. You keep Aitana’s mouth close to your ear, wanting to hear every little moan, every little grunt that falls from her lips. 

“Feels good-,” 

“-so, so good.” Aitana lets out in between groans, her head falling down in ecstasy, resting it on your shoulder.

Both of your movements grow messier with each passing second, your bodies tensing as you chase each other’s highs. Wetness, slick, moans, flesh.

You break first, loud and hard, uncontrolled, spasming around Aitana’s cock. Aitana soon follows, a soft voice moaning out your name as she fills you with her warm cum, hips rolling helplessly against you, riding through the aftershocks. 

As the high wears down, Aitana’s body goes completely limp against yours, her chest rising and falling in tandem with yours, just breathing. The air around hangs low, heavy and a hint of tenderness. Letting the silence fill back up the room again as your pants grow softer, both of you regaining your breaths. 

You don't let the serenity of the moment last too long though, grabbing a fistful of Aitana's hair and pulling her head off your shoulder, forcing her to face you.

“We’re not done yet, far from it. I’m taking everything I can get from you,” your voice is clear and sharp, demanding.

You push her head down, her lips crashing onto yours, wet, rough and messy, both wanting to dominate, wanting to claim. It’s more like fighting than kissing, it’s all consuming and deep down you don’t want it to ever stop. 

Aitana feels the same way too, kissing you with such intensity that it feels like she’s trying to take your breath away, completely and fully intoxicating herself with the taste of you. You’re like a fucking drug, one little bite and it’s completely taken over her whole body, and all she wants is to unravel herself in it. Filling up her lungs and drowning completely in the essence of you.

You flip the both of you over in one fluid motion, your lips never leaving each other. Aitana lets out a soft sound at the movement which you take advantage of, pushing your tongue into her mouth, overtaking the kiss. A show of dominance from you and oh how you needed this, needed Aitana to just be a fucking mess under you, because of you.

Your bodies are melting into each other, hands all over anywhere they can grab, scratching, digging, marking, claiming, so deep within each other. The feel of every single muscle, every bit of skin that’s wet from sweat and slick.

Without warning, you lift up your hips and sink back down hard on Aitana’s cock, both of you groaning together at the sudden sensation, echoing in the empty room. Aitana’s arms wrapping around you and pulling you impossibly close to her, her nails digging into your skin, almost suffocating like she’s desperate for you to stay, desperate to get anything from you. 

You ride her slowly, testing the rhythm but it’s also deliberate, savouring every little flicker of pleasure that’s spreading all over your body. 

Aitana’s head tips back onto the table, moans coming out shaky as you start to bounce faster on her, taking her deeper into you each time you move down. Her mind is so far gone, in a totally different headspace, the way that it feels to be wrapped around by you, grinding on her, using her to chase your own pleasure, it’s like nothing she’s ever felt before and god she can’t seem to stop chasing it. She’s thrusting back to meet your hips, to move deeper into you, to move with you.

Your hand comes up, wrapping around Aitana’s throat and presses, not to choke but enough pressure just for her to feel you. 

“Look at you, so utterly pathetic and so fucking needy,” you say, voice low and cold, into her ear before biting down on her earlobe. A smile creeping on your lips when you feel Aitana flinching from the bite, hearing her let out a moan so deep and raw, enjoying the way she’s unraveling under you. 

The feeling of being owned and used by you, the roughness, all of it getting to Aitana and she’s not sure how much longer she'll last.

 “You take the goals, the wins, the trophies and all the honour but I’m taking this.” 

This time Aitana is the one that breaks first, shattering with a loud cry as tears that had built up in her eyes finally stream down her cheeks, your words pushing her over the edge. Pounding her hips erratically into you, every thrust hammering every single drop of cum she has, emptying her warm delicious cum inside you, all for you to take.

You continue grinding on her with the same rhythm, chasing your own high and feeling Aitana’s cum spilling inside you, the way her cock’s twitching helplessly as her own orgasm rips through her has got you seeing stars, your legs shaking uncontrollably. 

Then your own orgasm hits, tearing through you all over again, consciously biting down on Aitana’s shoulder to muffle the sounds coming from your mouth, particularly a soft moan of Aitana’s name slipping from your lips, it’s all too much but absolutely needed. You’re so far gone in your own orgasm that you barely hear the hiss that Aitana lets out from your bite, her nails dragging down your back as the both of you continue to ride out your orgasms. 

When it’s done, you finally collapse on Aitana, your whole body going slack on top of her, breathless and shaking. You’re still gasping for air against her shoulder, skin feeling hot, sweat damp and sticky between your bodies. 

No one speaks, no one moves. For a long moment. Bodies tangled together, Aitana holding you almost tender-like but tight enough like she doesn’t want to let you go. Your fingers gently scratching at her scalp, nuzzling your head on the crook of her neck, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, fitting well together like pieces of the same puzzle. Letting the silence fill out the room again, breathing slowly falling into sync with each other. The ferocity and savagery of what you both had just done, quiets down into something more delicate and gentle, infecting the air around with some sort of still calmness.

Eventually, you push yourself off Aitana with a groan, muscles still trembling with effort, feeling some of Aitana’s cum dripping out of your entrance which you let spill back onto Aitana before rolling over to her side. Aitana slightly grimaces from the loss of contact, the feeling of your warmth that's been replaced with cool air being too stark of a difference, hitting her like a slap. 

You get up from the table, eyes scanning the floor looking for your kit, a little difficult considering the room is kinda dark and that you both had discarded your clothes on the floor with no concern earlier on. 

Aitana lifts her head off the table, leaning onto her forearms, watching your every movement through half-lidded eyes, her lips parted and wet, still tasting your saliva on her. 

You shake off every article of clothing you find and pick off from the floor, only looking back at Aitana to toss the ones that belong to her. With practiced swiftness, you put on your underwear and shorts at the same time, letting Aitana’s cum that’s still dripping a little from you fall onto it. Aitana stands from the table and gets dressed too, you can’t help yourself and shamelessly check Aitana out, burning the shape of her perfect tits into your memory, the shape of her bulge as she adjusts it into a more comfortable position after she puts on her shorts. 

You grunt audibly as you put your jersey back on, feeling the sting on your back at every touch of fabric on your skin. Aitana has scratched you real good it seems, you’re now sure she has left red lines all over your back. You’re not the only one marked though, Aitana traces the indents of your teeth on her skin, the one on her shoulder particularly a little painful, feeling a sting when she presses on it. She lets out a long exhale at the sensation then pulls her jersey over herself. 

Lips still swollen, thighs slightly trembling with each step, the two of you having a souvenir of your own from each other. 

Both of you walk back in silence, making your way to your respective locker rooms, ready for a much needed shower. Neither of you chose to talk about what it all was, what it meant. Your fingers brush against Aitana’s with each step, maintaining contact, like the both of you aren’t ready to let go of one another just yet but no one takes the chance to interlace them together. 

As you both part ways, walking to the entrance of your locker rooms, your eyes meet once more. Cold. Intense. A sense of recognition behind it but also uncertainty. 

You have a feeling this won't be a just one and done thing, that this is only the beginning. And you’re sure that’s what Aitana senses too. 

Closing the door behind you, you see that most of the team had left already. Well shit, you didn’t realise you were gone for that long. Eva looks up from her phone and spots you, raising an eyebrow. She’s already showered and changed, waiting for you to head to dinner together. Fuck you had forgotten about that, your plans with her after the game, guilt creeping up on you at the realisation. 

“Fuck, Eva I’m so-”

“You know, you should make sure your hair looks decent next time. It’s so obvious that you had sex. But don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” Eva says candidly, winking at you, cutting off your apology. 

“Oh, uh yeah, you’re right…”, you trail off, scratching your head at the embarrassment you’re feeling at being found out. “-wait hold on, what do you mean next time?”

You’ve been begging Aitana for weeks to watch this together because it’s been some time since the both of you even had some quality time together. It’s been a while since you both had even gone on a date too so you thought, what better way to do both, kill two birds with one stone, to have one with your girlfriend by binging a show and cuddling up together at your shared home.

Her schedule as of late has been hectic and whenever Aitana gets back home, she has been too tired to do anything else with you except cuddling for a bit in bed right before drifting off to sleep. In the mornings it's worse, you're still in bed and she'll be up in the kitchen fixing something for breakfast for the both of you right before she leaves for work with absolutely no time for some morning cuddles.

You do have to admit to yourself that you miss having sex with her too but looking at how exhausted Aitana’s been coming home lately, you can only feel pity just wanting to initiate it. Besides, it isn’t the end of the world if you both don’t make love once in a while. It does make you more appreciative of the little time you both have together just cuddling with her, she feels like home.  

You’re a little startled when you feel a pair of hands on your shoulders, Aitana letting out a light chuckle from your reaction to her presence before she walks around the sofa and sets herself down right beside you. You take quick note of what she’s wearing which is notably the same thing as you, a plain tank top which shows off her immaculately chiseled arms with shorts that show off her deliciously meaty thighs. Aitana pulls you in close, wrapping her arm around your shoulder, enlacing your fingers with hers and lays your head right next to the crook of her neck, feeling her breathe you in, sighing into your touch as she leans on you. 

You’re in no rush to start the show, it’s been some time since the both of you had time to enjoy the feel of each other. 

“Alright baby, let's watch the show now?”, Aitana asks while lightly squeezing your hand.

Without wasting a second, you reach out for the remote that's on the coffee table and press play, settling yourself back down into Aitana’s embrace. A few comments here and there from Aitana and you as the show goes on but apart from that it's mostly a quiet silence that fills the room, the sounds of the show filling up the noise in the room. It’s always been this way with the both of you, neither of you like talking much while watching and preferring to comment after and that's one of the things you treasure about her, how different the two of you are in a lot of things but this one thing, it’s probably the one thing that you’re so grateful for. You’re not sure if you could stand to be with someone that constantly talks through a show or movie and well you don’t intend to find out. 

Instinctively, you’re aimlessly tracing patterns on her arms that's wrapped around you while watching and you don’t think too much of it, it feels wonderful to have physical contact with your girlfriend like this. It wasn’t much for Aitana initially, she loves the way you’re touching her, her mind feeling at peace as she’s watching the show with you. 

Aitana doesn’t know how many episodes had passed, its like a flick of a switch in her had happened, the way you’re nuzzling your head on her shoulder, the way your touches feel more pronounced like every single graze is slowly lighting her on fire, the way your body is just melting into hers, it all feels a little too good. 

Aitana shifts a little while clearing her throat trying to get her mind of just how good you feel on her. It’s not enough though as she feels the all too familiar warm feeling of blood rushing to her dick, the tension forming between her legs. 

Aitana silently curses at herself for getting worked up just from this, she knows how long you’ve wanted to spend some quality time together and here she is getting turned on from having you right by her side. God how easy it is that her body reacts to you.

Aitana keeps fidgeting around little by little, trying to take her mind off her impulses but every time she shifts a little, you move too and she’s clenching her teeth, just trying her best to keep her cool but you make it so difficult. 

Fuck, if only you knew the effect you have on her. 

It gets to a point where you’re a little annoyed now at her fidgeting around, huffing softly at her when Aitana shifts again. 

“Amor, what’s wrong?”, leaning back just enough to look at Aitana. Her face is stoic but you notice the appearance of her knitting her eyebrows along with her clenched jaw and how quickly she tries to hide it from you. 

“Nothing mi amor, just getting a little antsy from not moving, you know how it is.” Aitana replies and gives you a soft smile, this being enough of a reply from her, not wanting to think much about things. You lean back into her embrace though you do take notice of how her body stiffens slightly, her breath hitching but it passes by as quickly as it happened.

In Aitana’s mind, she's thankful you hadn’t noticed the growing member in her shorts but her self-restraint is waning by the second and it's starting to feel like she's being suffocated with the shorts on, her cock begging to be freed from its confinements. Her thoughts are so far gone from the show at this point, she’s just thinking about calming herself down just enough till the end of the show, but she's unraveling quickly, the tension between her legs becoming excruciating for Aitana to bear. 

She tried her best, she really did, paying attention to the show as best she could, taking note of little bits of important information from the show but her cock is absolutely throbbing now, even just the feel of your skin on hers is setting her on fire. 

Aitana momentarily shuts her eyes, trying desperately to control herself and when she opens them, she sees you still oblivious to her plight. It’s too much, she thought, this is all too much. Even though she's trying so hard to not ruin what obviously meant so much to you, the feral need of you growing inside her is surfacing and she fears she might just explode in her shorts at any moment. 

“It’s too much baby, I need you please”, Aitana pleads to you with a soft voice.

“I’m here amor, right by your side.”, scooting in even closer to her as you reply, totally unaware of what Aitana is asking for and how your movements are driving Aitana to her wits end. A barely audible whine escapes Aitana’s throat and you could feel the change in her breathing, each breath heavier and growing uneven. 

Leaning forward to grab the remote, you press pause towards the television before placing it down and looking back at your girlfriend. 

“Amor please, I- I can’t”.

You’re looking at her, confusion visible on your face, not sure what Aitana’s asking for. 

“What is it baby? Are you okay? You’re looking a little flustered”. Aitana’s head tips back, her eyes fluttering close once more before she opens them and looks at you with a soft expression on her face but clearly pleading at you. 

Still looking at her confused, Aitana lightly groans at your obliviousness, silently wishing she could just curl up in a ball and roll away from the embarrassment that she’s feeling. She can’t believe that her body is reacting to you like this, your touches aren’t even that sexual but god it’s electrifying. 

The ache between her legs is unbearable now so without a second thought, Aitana grabs your hand and guides it on her throbbing cock. 

Wow. Okay. You were not expecting that. 

“I’m trying to be good baby, I really am,” Aitana whispers, “But it’s so hard, too much, I want you.” She admits wholeheartedly, looking at you like she’s in a daze of lust and adoration for you. Your heart flips at her admission, to think that she’s reacting like this to you, her desire for you is strong that it has physically manifested itself. 

Aitana grips your wrist firmly, the one that she’s placed on her cock and pushes it down harder, just enough pressure that you’re now palming her throbbing member through her shorts. She lets out a shuddering breath at finally feeling some relief. You’re barely moving at the moment, too mesmerised and stunned by how she’s reacting to you, admiring just how far gone she is in her desire for you. Your other hand goes to cup her cheek, your thumb grazing the skin and you can hear her lightly mewling as she leans into your touch. 

You start to stroke her dick over her shorts with feathery touches as you lean in to kiss her. Aitana closes the remaining distance between the both of you, shifting so impossibly close to your side by holding onto your waist, her hand sneaking under your top, her fingers grasping on your bare skin. Her other hand finds the back of your head, grazing your scalp and you can't help but moan into her mouth at the sensation. Your hand that's cupping her cheek moves to wrap around the side of her throat, your thumb grazing over her jawline. 

Just making out with each other as your other hand continues to stroke her length, switching to open mouthed kisses when Aitana lets your tongue in, groaning softly at this pleasant surprise from her. 

Aitana is the first one to pull away though not far, just enough to catch her breath, your noses touching, lips barely grazing each other, both pairs of eyes locked onto each other. 

“Inside you please amor, I need to feel you”, Aitana breaks the silence with a breathless whisper, her hands on your waist digging into your skin with growing need. “...please”, barely escapes her lips, her voice thin as she begged again, her hips nudging into your hand that's palming her length, just searching for more. Aitana still can’t believe this is happening, how quickly she’s getting undone by your touch. 

At first she wouldn’t really show just how much she wants you, the feeling of embarrassment overwhelming her at being so needy for you but you slowly showed her the feeling of shame from her desire should never be hidden or shunned, you’re totally enamoured by her desire for you and you’re endeared every single time she expresses it to you. Even though she might still feel embarrassed at her neediness for you, she knows that you’ll always love her for it and never shame her for being so open about her desire. 

“I know baby, I know”, whispering in reply to her as your hand slips under the waistband of her shorts, groaning as your hand wraps around her length, feeling her cock throbbing under your touch. 

Your thighs rub against each other, pleasure growing between your legs quickly as you stroke up and down Aitana’s length. Her hips rutting up against your hand as she groans out loud at the sensation, the pleasure building up fast in her cock and you can feel it, the way it's twitching with each pulse, being able to feel the veins on her shaft. 

“Fuck- please amor it’s too much, I can’t”, Aitana helplessly whimpers against your lips, “-need to feel you, need to be inside you, please.” 

You nod against her forehead, connecting your lips once more with a kiss before you shift to straddle her. Aitana’s hands immediately grab onto the waistband of your shorts, eager to have it quickly removed and you’re more than happy to allow her to do so, lifting your legs one at a time to assist her. You try to remove Aitana’s shorts but it seems like she’s beaten you to it, her fully hard cock in full view of your vision, you can’t help it as you bite your lip at the wonderful sight. Her cock in all its glory, fully erect with a little precum just barely visible on the tip, all just for you.

Aitana’s hands grip your sides and line you up right above her, your wetness coating the head of her cock. Both of you simultaneously moan at the sensation, the tip just teasing at your entrance as you feel her cock twitch under you. Your arms go to wrap around her shoulder for balance as you lean in and capture her lips in a wet kiss once more before you breakaway and slowly start to sink into her, taking her inch by inch. 

You can feel her fingers digging into your skin as you slowly take her in, her breath hitching at the overwhelming pleasure of being wrapped around by your warmth. You also can’t deny how much you’ve wanted this too, to be filled up by her and god does it feel fucking amazing, you feel so full. 

It’s been a while since you had Aitana inside you like this and she knows that as one of her hand goes to your lower back, soothing all over the skin there as she latches her lips onto your throat, kissing and nibbling all over. 

“Take your time baby, you start moving whenever you’re ready”, Aitana says in-between kisses.

It takes a while for you to adjust to Aitana’s size, the way that she’s stretching you out is wonderful though it feels a little bigger than usual but you know it’s simply because it’s been a while since you had Aitana inside of you. 

With controlled breaths, you start moving above her, grinding slowly against her hips. Aitana groans against your skin as she feels you move, allowing her head to fall back in ecstasy. Her hands find their way to your sides, encouraging you every time you grind against her.

“Aitana”, is all you whimper, it’s all too much for you as you’re relentlessly riding her, leaning your forehead against hers. Your breaths and moans are driving Aitana to the edge, clenching her jaw as she tries her best to delay her orgasm. Aitana knows she won’t last long, especially after weeks of not emptying her cum inside you.

“Amor, I’m close”, Aitana utters against your lips and you nod in response, you can tell she is.

“Hold on a little longer for me baby, I know you can,” telling her as you speed up your pace, grinding on her harder and deeper, chasing your own orgasm.

Aitana grips your waist harder as she helps you to grind on her and you bite your lip at the pain of her grip as her nails dig into your skin but god it feels so good at the same time. She’s trying so hard to hold herself back just a little, every single thrust sending her into a different headspace, all in heightened pleasure and every second of it, agonising having to not shoot her load into you. 

“Fuck I-”, you whisper against her lips with stifled breaths, you’re close now and god you just need to feel her all over you. 

“Let go for me baby, I want all of you.”

Fuck. Those words sound really heavenly to Aitana’s ears right now, having waited so ever pathetically patiently just for them.

That was all Aitana needed to hear as she comes inside you with a near-pained cry, tears that had built up in her eyes streaming down her face. Her back arches into you as she digs her nails into your skin which you’re sure is gonna leave some marks, her hips thrusting erratically into you as you feel her filling you up with her warm cum, more than usual you note which has you seeing stars as you’re spasming around her cock. 

The high of both of your orgasms lasting longer than how it usually is and oh how you wish you could stay in this moment for a long time and you know Aitana feels the same. Feeling totally spent from working hard for both of your orgasms, your body goes slack, laying your whole weight completely on top of Aitana as you nuzzle your head into the crook of her neck. Aitana wraps her arms around you under your top, holding you close as her fingers draw patterns on your skin grounding you to her, enjoying the feeling of her skin against yours.

As the high wears down, you lean back just enough to face Aitana as you shift your hips a little and you can feel Aitana holding you down in place. “Can we stay like this for a while? Please? I don’t wanna leave just yet”, Aitana whines as she pouts at you and just how cute she looks like this, begging to stay inside you. You smile warmly at her before you lean in, giving her a light peck on the lips.

“Of course baby, I’m not going anywhere. I was just getting comfortable that's all”, you reply to Aitana as you lean into her again, arms wrapping around her shoulder just a little tighter, letting your fingers run through her hair gently, nuzzling your head into the crock of her neck. Aitana sighs contently at your reply, that being enough to nullify her uncertainty. 

Both of you lay there on the sofa, Aitana still very much deep inside you, enjoying the serenity of the post orgasmic bliss, one that clearly both of you had needed for far too long, your bodies snugging together in a warm embrace. 

After a couple of minutes, Aitana is the first one to move, both of her hands reaching to cup your cheeks and connecting your lips together with a short kiss. 

“I’m sorry mi amor, I know you’ve wanted to watch that show together with me for the longest time and well you know…”, Aitana trails off trying to explain herself, giving you an apologetic look. 

“Oh baby, don’t apologise. You have nothing to be sorry for”, you tell her as a matter of factly. 

“The show isn’t that important, all I really wanted was to finally spend some quality time with you.” Aitana looks at you with an earnest smile, your reply warming her heart, a feeling of pride emitting in her at your words. 

Without hesitation, Aitana pulls you in and kisses you deeply, pouring her heart out to you in the kiss and this pulls a little moan from you, loving the way she’s kissing you. 

Aitana pulls away, leaning her forehead onto yours, staring into each other's eyes, the way she’s looking at you like she’s trying to memorise every single little detail on your face. 

“You said you want some quality time with me, well how about we have some quality time in the bedroom then?” Aitana asks candidly as her thumbs caress your cheek. 

“Baby, I would love too”, you answer as you move off of her to stand up. Aitana immediately groans at the loss of contact with you, not expecting you to have gotten up from her that quickly.

“Amor, I could’ve carried you to the bedroom you know…”, grumbling at you as she stands up as well. 

You lightly chuckle at her in response which quickly turns into a yelp as you’re caught off guard when Aitana immediately carries you bridal-style. 

“Who’s laughing now”, Aitana asks all smug, a huge smirk forming on her lips, wiggling her eyebrows at you. 

You playfully smack her on the chest, feigning hurt at her statement but it all vanishes away when she gives you little kisses all over your face. You can’t help but giggle as you try to shove her away.

“Amor, no please stop it’s too ticklish”, you whine which just pushes Aitana to peck you with her lips even faster, not giving you a moment of respite from her attack. Well, it’s not really an attack when you thoroughly enjoy her babying you like this but it does tickle quite a bit. 

Finally, after what felt like forever, Aitana stops her teasing and looks at you with a warm smile which you can’t deny it’s got your heart skipping a beat. You still can’t believe she’s here and she’s really yours, cheesy and corny if anyone had seen how you were with each other but god you never trade it for anything else in the world.

“Let’s go to the bedroom now shall we?”, Aitana asks warmly and you nod in response. With that, Aitana walks quickly with you in her arms to your shared bedroom with a renewed conviction. 

“You know baby, if you wanted to have sex, you could’ve just asked”, Aitana teases you as she lays you down on the bed and straddles you.

She leads you into the building of the training ground away from prying eyes into a secluded hallway. She kisses you deeply immediately as soon as she checks that there’s no one around, melting into your touch as you kiss her back, your hands finding her waist and pulling her closer. 

As your hands move further down, you can’t help feeling her through her shorts, groaning into the kiss as you feel her semi hard-on through it, softly stroking it up and down with light feathery touches. Your heart flutters, to think that she’s like this just from kissing you warms your heart.

Feeling breathless, Aitana breaks the kiss, her hand holding the back of your neck, noses touching and with the softest of whispers she begs, “Mi amor, please fuck me, I need you”. 

“Of course I will baby, I’ll fuck you properly when we get back home okay? Go and take a shower first, you kinda stink”, lightly teasing her as you push her away towards the showers while making your way back to the car. 

It hadn’t even felt like 15 minutes had passed before seeing Aitana right by the car door scrambling to open it, looking like a woman deadset on finishing her mission; getting fucked at home. 

“Vamos?”, as soon as she had her seat belt on, looking at you with lust and hunger in her eyes while shamelessly checking you out. You chuckle at her enthusiasm but a soft smile forms on your lips, deep down knowing that you want her just as much as she wants you. 

During the drive back home, you notice how fidgety Aitana is, not sitting still even for just a moment so you take her hand and plant a light kiss on the back, hoping that’ll calm her down.

You don’t know how it started but you can feel her intently staring at you now, eyes like she wants to devour you. Her hand innocently placed on your thigh at first, caressing it gently until her hand starts travelling up your leg, definitely teasing you now when it reaches in-between your thighs and feeling you through the shorts you have on. The moan that escapes your mouth encourages her to continue as she leans over the centre console and nibbles on your ear, taking her time knowing that it drives you crazy whenever she does that. She’s got you gripping the steering wheel as she slowly moves down to your neck, licking and kissing at it clearly trying to get you all wet and ready for her when you are both home. It takes you a lot of self-restraint trying to hold yourself together and not just find a secluded area to park to fuck her right then and there in the car.

Then Aitana grabs your hand and places it right on her very visible hard on through her shorts, guiding your hand up and down her length, her head falling back with her mouth wide open as she finally feels some relief of her own having your hand just like this. Her shorts clearly soaked from all the precum even though she’s just changed into them and god, you can’t believe you’ve got her all wet like this, barely even touching her. Filthy moans from her mouth filling up the car and you can’t help the way your hands go under her shorts, “Holy fuck, I love your cock,” groaning at finally feeling her throbbing cock that's twitching under your touch. It fits perfectly in your hand and you enjoy how you’re able to feel every single vein; you can’t believe this is all because of you, all for you. 

Long strokes up and down her length, circling the tip, her hand still on yours guiding you to fuck her faster, her hips bucking up at you as you keep up with your movements. Aitana’s other hand finds it way under her shirt to caress her tit and you know she’s close when she’s like this, so you quicken your pace continuing to stroke her hard length from the head to bottom, hearing her strangled moans and uneven breaths which spurs you on. 

“Come for me mi amor, I want all of you”. Aitana’s head falls back as she lets out a wailing moan and with just a couple more strokes, you could feel her cock convulsing, cum shooting out of her, spilling onto herself and her shorts. Her hips buckle up at you as you guide her through her orgasm, milking every single drop of cum from her. Aitana’s body goes slack against the seat and you feel her cock slowly going soft in your hand, moaning appreciatively at the sight of Aitana like this, all spent from her orgasmic bliss. 

"You're such a good girl for me, so desperate to come for me that you couldn't even wait till we get back home hmm?", lightly teasing her as she finally comes down from her orgasm. 

Aitana grabs your hand that’s still holding her now soft and flaccid dick, entwining your fingers together as she looks away from you, suddenly feeling shy and embarrassed that she came so easily under your touch. You gently graze her hand with your thumb, giving her a quick glance with a gentle smile on your face, hoping that’ll help her feel better and maybe a promise of something better to come. 

Finally arriving home and as soon as you have parked the car, Aitana quickly grabs her things from the back and makes a run towards your home while screaming, “I’ll meet you in our bedroom!”

You can’t help but chuckle as you hear that, your girl being so eager and ready for you to fuck her. Stepping out of the car, you fumble for your keys before locking it and pulling on the car handle just to check that it's actually locked. When the car door doesn’t budge, without delay you sprint your way to the house to catch up to her, managing to quickly lock the door as fast as you had entered through it. 

Turning the corner, you reach the hallway and spot her almost at the entrance of the bedroom. Dashing towards her, she squeaks in surprise as your hand catches her shoulder and spinning her around, immediately kissing her deeply. You push her up against the wall, totally engulfing her so that she can’t escape, her mouth opening in shock at your sudden movements and you take this as an invitation to push your tongue inside her mouth. You groan into her mouth, loving the way her tongue feels against yours and just getting to taste her saliva mixed with yours. 

Sloppy kisses and bodies arching into each other, both sets of hands exploring each other's bodies, craving as much contact as possible, molding and fitting into one another like your bodies fit so well together. 

Aitana is the first one to break the kiss, but her hands snake its way to the back of your head and hold you close, so close that both of you are basically breathing in each other’s share of air. Both of you take in this moment just to calm things down, feeling each other's chest rise and fall, eyes staring into each other as you take the time to enjoy just the feeling of one another. Your hand goes to graze at her cheek lovingly and as you admire every single little detail of her facial features, from the creases of her eyebrows down to her lips…god her perfectly shaped rosy red lips, thinking about how perfectly it fits onto yours every single time you kiss her. 

Your wandering thoughts push you to reconnect your lips together once more as you grab Aitana by her hips and guide her to your shared bedroom. It helps that you know the layout of the house like the back of your hand so you don’t even need to look at where you’re going, as both of you continue kissing each other, tongues exploring each other’s mouths like it’s the first time all over again, passion and pure lust taking over your whole body at this point.

As soon as Aitana’s legs hit the edge of the bed, you push her roughly onto the bed, hearing her cute little yelp at the sudden harshness from you. She props herself up on her forearms with her legs spread as she blatantly eyes you up and down, intense eyes slowly ingesting every single shape and curve of your body, like it's the first time she’s seeing you this way, eyes trying to capture you onto a photograph in her mind and saving it for later. Aitana’s shameless gaze on you gives you a newfound courage, stirring something deep within you as you feel more bold.

Taking a few steps back, you in turn check her out, her mouth agape as her eyes wander all over you, her chest rising and falling unevenly seemingly trying to catch her breath, her immaculate v-line and a little of her lower abs poking out from her top that's slightly rolled up, the curvature of her still very soaked shorts not hiding the fact that she’s got a very obvious hard-on once again. 

God what a fucking sight it truly is, your thighs rubbing together as you feel yourself getting wet again just from seeing that alone, the thought that you were the one that did that to her, its making your head spin. 

Shit. You need her. 

You take your top off and your shorts soon follow, thrown absentmindedly onto the floor as you walk towards her. Aitana moans loudly from the sight of you as she looks down at your clearly soaked underwear, roughly taking her top off when you reach the edge of the bed, standing in-between her legs. Her eyes are now fixed on yours as she waits for you to make the first move. 

All the built up emotions from the car ride to this very moment surfaces to your mind, taking over your entire soul as you bend over with your hands on either side of Aitana’s head for balance and line up your hips on top of hers, sinking down until her tip touches your still clothed folds. 

“Oh fuck, baby” moaning immediately at the feeling of having her dick finally touch you and god you can’t wait to have her inside you. Your hips start moving up and down at a snail’s pace, letting her tip brush on you through your underwear, just enjoying the feel of having her cock on you.

Head thrown back all lost in her own pleasure while letting out the most delicious of moans you’ve ever heard, looking at her you can see that Aitana is enjoying this just as much as you are. 

Hands bunching up the bed-sheet beneath her as Aitana locks her gaze onto yours, her voice dropping while muttering, “Amor, I need you to fuck me. I don’t want to come inside my shorts again, I want to come inside you.” 

“Please, let me come inside you”, whimpering weakly at you, like she’s at her wits end, her will hanging on by a thread, untrusting of her own body to fully let go, her only solace being inside you. 

The fervent need to be inside you, to feel connected to you, to be fully surrounded by your presence and enveloped in your warmth, those thoughts running through her mind as she begs for you. 

Fuck. Look at her. 

Eyes looking at you with the softest expression you’ve ever seen from her, so pathetic and yet so tender. Her lips, the perfect shape, slightly open as she’s breathing heavily but also so pretty, especially the sounds spilling from them. 

God, how could you not give in to whatever she wants, your babygirl, the love of your life, all laid bare just for you. Knowing her history of being terrified of intimacy like this, her past lovers treating her how they think she should be just because she has a dick. Your heart swells at the show of vulnerability from her, the trust that Aitana has for you to take care of her and treat her well, your mind clouding itself with an overwhelming desire for nothing but her. The sheer need in every inch of her.

Pushing yourself off and sliding down to kneel beside her, you hook your fingers on the waistband of her shorts and pull it down, inch by inch revealing the shape of her shaft. Thoughts running wild at the view you have, like you’re bidding your time as you slowly unwrap her, savouring it. When the waistband of her shorts is only covering the head, you can't help the way you hold your breath in as you finally expose herself to you, Aitana lifting her knees, shimmying to help you fully free herself from her shorts. 

What a sight. Aitana’s fully hard cock springing up and landing on her lower abdomen, tip leaking out the most delicious wetness of precum. “Fuck baby, all this for me?”, groaning as you let your hands run up and down her sides, just taking it all in and admiring how she looks. Your eyes travelling up her body until it reaches her eyes and she's already looking back at you, those sweet doe eyes filled with love and intense desire for you.  

Without wasting a second, you start kissing up her left leg, hands caressing her entire lower body, licking and nibbling at skin when you reach her inner thighs, wasting no time in your effort to mark her. Soft little whimpers spill from Aitana’s mouth, as she feels you biting down on her skin spurs you on even more, sucking and biting harder then licking it up as your lips travel further up her inner thigh.

“Fuck…Amor I-,” her breath caught in her throat, “I can’t, I need you”. 

The same confession again but this time it sounds a little different, like she’s pouring her whole heart out to you and placing it in your hands, trusting you with her whole body. You let those words sink in for a moment, your lips hovering over where she wants you most then diving in and taking her balls into your mouth, sucking lightly while letting your tongue drag all over. Her hips jerking at you, chasing more from you, cracked moans spilling from her mouth, you can't help but moan at how good it feels to have her like this in your mouth. You’ve never done that before but something about this specific moment that finally pushed you to do it and you’re glad Aitana is enjoying it just as much as you.

You free yourself of her, leaving a faint kiss on it. Kissing your way up her shaft, upwards onto her abdomen, a smirk forms on your lips as you feel her abs twitch at every little kiss.

Upon reaching her chest, you pull back with confusion in your voice, “Why are these still on baby? I wanna see you”. Reaching towards her back, scrambling to unclasp her bra as she does the same for yours. 

“Fuck baby, so beautiful”, groaning as your hand reaches out to cup her tit, palming at her breast. Aitana’s breath hitches, feeling the contact, her hand reflexively grabbing onto your wrist trying to hold it there and God you can’t deny how it's driving you insane how much she wants you. Your mouth latches onto her other nipple, sucking it, tongue working all over her nipple, teeth lightly nipping on it. “So fucking perfect, all for me”, murmurring into her skin as you move your lips upwards again, you hand still cupping her breast, licking and biting at the skin on her neck. 

Reaching the edge of her lips, you’re a little startled when Aitana turns her head and connects your lips together, opening up her mouth to you, full access for your tongue to enter. Aitana’s hand snakes around you onto the back of your head, letting out a moan into her mouth when you feel her fingers scratching at your scalp, her cock pressed against your thigh; oh just how good this all feels. 

It’s intimate the way you’re both kissing, matching each other’s veracity, but fuck when you feel Aitana start to grind on you, you’re reminded just how badly she wants you. You pull back from her mouth, gaze locked on hers as you bring your hands to cup her face, your thumb grazing her cheek, you’re looking at her like she’s the moon and stars, the person that brings light into your darkness, how you wish to let her feel just how serene you feel whenever you’re with her. Your voice low and hush as you tell her, “Shhh it’s okay baby, I’ll take care of you I promise”.

Leaning back, slowly you remove your underwear with quickness but before you could toss it aside, Aitana grabs onto your wrist and brings your hand towards her face, burying her nose into your underwear and sniffing it. 

“Oh fuck baby”, groaning at the sight, her taking her time to smell your underwear before she throws it away. 

“I’m sorry mi amor, you always smell so good I just couldn’t resist”, speaking softly while giving you the most adorable look ever, afraid she might’ve taken it a step too far with that. 

“No baby, don't ever apologise, okay? Because that was so fucking hot. Like really fucking hot oh fuck” All this sends your emotions into overdrive and you can’t wait any longer, positioning your hips right on top of hers, your hand finding her cock and stroking the tip as you spread her precum all over the head. 

Finally oh finally, you lower yourself down just enough for the head of her cock to tease at your entrance. The simultaneous moans both of you spill from your mouths upon the contact, feeling her cock twitch under your touch. With no time wasted you move her tip up and down your folds, coating her cock with your wetness to get it wet enough for you. Aitana reaches out and wraps her arms around your waist pulling your whole body directly on top of her, pressing her body so impossibly close to yours, just wanting as much physical contact with you as she can. 

Feeling like it’s wet enough, you bring her cock back towards your entrance and before you let her inside, you give her a little peck on the lips and pull back just till your noses are touching as you bring your hips down onto hers. 

“Merda”, Aitana breathlessly groans out against your lips when her head enters your entrance, hands gripping your waist tighter, mouth falling open not being able to hide the bursting pleasure she feels as you sink down on her inch by inch. 

“Fuck baby, feels so good,” whimpering against her lips, “You feel so fucking good”, when you bottom out on her. 

You stay like this just for a moment, enjoying the sensation of being filled up by Aitana. Oh how snug it feels to have her inside you, how perfectly she fits like she was made just for you. Hands on your waist move towards your ass with a firm grip on them knowing Aitana’s signalling you that she’s ready. 

You start rolling your hips, the pleasurable feeling slowly growing all over your whole body. Wasting no time Aitana matches your rhythm, meeting you in every single thrust and oh god its so fucking good both of you moaning into each others mouths, sharing the same breath. 

“Aitana I-”, it's all too much, you’re losing your composure and rhythm as you speed up, grinding on her with more fervor. 

With one hand still on your ass, you feel her strong arm hooking on your shoulder, her hand fitting itself on the back of your neck pulling your head down towards the crook of her neck, trying to ground you to her but god you know she’s losing her composure too. Your arms move to wrap around her shoulder, grinding on her cock harder and faster, needing to feel all of her so impossibly deep inside you, what you’ve been craving for all day. 

“Amor, I’m so close”, Aitana whimpers weakly into your ear and you know she is, with the way her thrusts are becoming uneven, driving her hips deeper and deeper into you. You speed up your movements and how you feel the muscles of your lower body start to burn but you push through that pain, anything for the love of your life. 

“Be a good girl and come inside me baby,” breathlessly grunting in her ear, “I want all of you”. 

“Amor!” Aitana screams as she comes, her legs trembling under you, still pumping into you through her orgasm, feeling her warm and precious cum shooting all inside you. Her hands scrambling to hold your back, her fingers digging into your skin as you feel her drag her nails all over, crying out your name over and over again. 

The pain and pleasure of her scratches and the grinding of her hips hitting you so perfectly fuck your mind is so hazy of her. Clenching around her as you savour how good it feels to finally have her load inside you, your grinding hasn't faltered and with just a few more thrusts, you’re coming with her too. Instinctively biting on Aitana’s shoulder, muffling the yell that spills from your mouth as you grind on her through your own orgasm. 

Both of you are in a bliss of your own orgasms for a while, just holding each other through the sensations and emotions. When it finally settles down, Aitana is the first one to move, leaving a lingering kiss on your temple. She grabs your chin, turning you to face her and rubs her nose on yours then leaving a light peck on it. 

Both of you stare into each other's eyes for a moment, enjoying the quiet intimacy of it before Aitana breaks the silence. 

“Can’t believe I get to come home to you”, muttering lightly then leaning in, pressing her lips to yours in a gentle embrace. You can’t help the, “Te amo, te amo tanto”, that faintly escapes your lips, so many things running through your mind, all encapsulated in that sentence. Aitana hums softly in response, leaning in to connect your lips once again with a short kiss, “Te amo mi vida”, mumbling against your lips. 

Aitana’s hands find your hips, trying to help you off but you quickly whine at her. “Wanna stay like this a while more, please?”, while giving her the most pouty eyes. Aitana sweetly smiles at you, nodding, knowing that you’re the only person she can never have the heart to say no. 

And so you're both laying there for a while, bodies tangled with each other, Aitana still very much deep inside you. You don’t know how long time has passed but you feel Aitana’s hands start to roam lower on your body, tracing lightly all over your skin until she’s fully grabbing your ass. She gives each cheek a light smack, making you yelp in surprise. Leaning back, you raise your eyebrow and give her a questioning look. 

“Are you ready for more?”Aitana boldly asks, “Because I am”, wiggling her eyebrows at you while giving you a cheeky smile. And Aitana definitely is because you can feel her growing hard again inside you; what a feeling it is, feels so heavenly every single time.