Lili

Texts…

Duck lips

Oakley

Event

Dolled up

Family trip

Work distractions

Spanish girlfriends

Skirt

Date night

NYC

Requests (so I don’t forget any 😂)

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A/n: Just to say, this is fictional and just for fun. Nothing here is meant to reflect or assume anything about anyone’s real life.

Wearing a very appealing outfit.

Or, more accurately…

Hardly any outfit at all.

You only notice because your eyes happen to drift in that direction. Your feet, however, keep moving.

The result is you nearly walking straight into a lamppost.

A kid cycling past lets out a laugh, but you barely register it.

Because there she is.

You’re not entirely sure how long you’ve been standing there staring. Long enough that it’s probably starting to border on socially unacceptable.

Then again…

Look at her.

You knew the photoshoot had happened a couple of months ago, but Alexia hadn’t been allowed to show you anything beyond a hastily snapped selfie from the changing room. It revealed next to nothing.

This, however…

This is a very pleasant surprise.

Warmth spreads across your skin, settling low in your stomach.

Normally, you would welcome that feeling.

Right now, though, it’s wildly inconvenient.

It’s 8:14 a.m. You’re standing on a street that’s steadily filling with commuters and tourists, and you aren’t seeing Alexia until at least six this evening. Today just happens to be one of the days she’s training later.

You let out a quiet sigh before reaching for your phone.

If nothing else, she deserves to know what she’s done.

You: Erm excuse me what is this???

Alexia: 😉

You: You need to warn me about these things

You: I nearly walked into a lamppost

Alexia: 🥹 bebé are you okay??

You: No!

Alexia: In my defence I didn’t know they would put it there

You: You’re so fucking hot

You: like wtf it’s not even 9am I can’t be feeling like this

Alexia: Like what bebé?

You: You know what

Alexia: I think I’m going to need you to say it

You: WET

Alexia: Okay fuck I wasn’t expecting you to say it

You: Don’t underestimate me when I’m horny

Alexia: Damn bebé 🥵

You: Please tell me they let you keep this outfit???

Alexia: It’s still in the box, but yes

You: You’re wearing it

You: TONIGHT

You: … please 🙏

It’s the final text that gets you through the rest of the day.

Alexia: Ay dios mio, anything for you, amor 😘

The promise of what’s waiting for you when six o’clock finally arrives.

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You’re convinced time does it on purpose. The moment you’re waiting for something specific, the hours suddenly decide to crawl by at the slowest pace imaginable.

You’d even finished work a little earlier than usual. Your mind had been in a frenzy all day, and apparently one Nike advert was all it took to make you more productive than ever.

Although advert hardly does it justice.

Your girlfriend is breathtaking every single day, but that photoshoot in particular…

Well.

It has done wonders for your motivation.

You were, as the kids say, locked in.

You’d finished everything on your to-do list, answered emails you’d been putting off for days, and even brought a few tasks forward for next week.

Then, feeling a little guilty that everyone else was still working while you had nothing left to do, you’d told the team they could all clock off early.

Maria had looked at you suspiciously.

“What’s brought this on?” she’d asked.

And as much as you loved Maria, and would normally tell her almost anything, you weren’t about to admit that your girlfriend’s Nike campaign had left you hopelessly distracted for the entire day.

You’d had a key to Alexia’s apartment for a while now, so after work you happily caught the bus over, changed into something comfortable, and got dinner started so it’d be ready by the time she got home.

When you hear the front door open at 5:42, you can’t help the smirk that spreads across your face.

She’s early.

Maybe she’s been just as eager as you.

You turn just in time to see her wander into the room, and a small gasp escapes before you can stop it.

Not because she’s wearing anything remarkable.

Simply because it’s her.

She’s as beautiful as ever, and somehow she’s yours. The thought settles warmly in your chest every single time.

She’s effortlessly casual, right down to the easy confidence in her stride. Her hair is still slightly damp from her shower as she shrugs off her jacket, draping it over the back of a chair.

Your eyes never leave her.

And you’re almost certain she knows it.

Her expression remains perfectly neutral, but she pointedly avoids looking at you. You could swear there’s the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

Then, finally, she lifts her eyes to meet yours.

Your fingers tighten around the edge of the counter. It’s the only thing stopping you from crossing the kitchen and throwing yourself into her arms. For now, you’d like to preserve at least a little dignity.

You can afford to lose your composure once she’s wearing that outfit.

“Hola, amor,” she says, all sweetness and innocence.

“Hola,” you reply, your voice coming out a little higher than intended.

She wanders over, stopping just in front of you.

You keep both hands planted firmly on the counter.

Her eyes drift over you, lingering for a moment. Which is generous, really, considering you’re wearing baggy shorts, an oversized T-shirt and your hair is piled into a messy bun.

Without saying a word, she reaches past you, steals half a tomato from the chopping board and pops it into her mouth.

“Mmm.” She hums thoughtfully. “Dinner smells amazing.”

“It’s just pasta salad.”

She shrugs. “Still amazing, amor.”

Instead of stepping away, she moves closer.

Her hands come to rest on either side of yours against the counter, boxing you in without quite touching you.

You swallow.

Because suddenly she’s everywhere.

Her shampoo. Her perfume. The warmth of her body so close to yours. The quiet confidence she carries so effortlessly, the one that makes entire rooms turn when she walks in, somehow making your knees feel weaker every single time.

It shouldn’t still affect you like this.

Not after everything.

Not after all the mornings you’ve woken up beside her, all the nights you’ve fallen asleep in her arms, all the little moments where she’s just Alexia, the woman who lets you steal her hoodies, sings badly in the kitchen, and laughs when you complain.

But then she looks at you like this.

Like you’re the only person in the room.

And suddenly you remember that this is Alexia Putellas.

The woman everyone else sees as untouchable. The woman who somehow still looks at you like you’re the one who leaves her breathless.

“What’s wrong, bebé?” she asks, her voice impossibly innocent. “You seem a little… tense.”

Your grip tightens.

“I’m fine, baby.”

You are absolutely not fine.

The corner of her mouth twitches.

“How was your day?”

“Good,” you answer, determined to keep up with whatever game she’s playing. “Very productive, actually. I got loads done.”

“Sí?” Her eyebrows lift. “Motivated then?”

“Mhm. Very.”

“So…” She draws the word out, taking one tiny step closer until you’re close enough to feel the warmth of her body. “You weren’t distracted by anything today?”

She knows.

She absolutely knows.

Your cheeks burn.

You consider denying it. Playing it cool for all of three seconds.

It doesn’t last.

You cup her face with both hands and pull her into a deep kiss.

You feel her smile against your lips before she kisses you back just as eagerly, her hands settling on your waist as she steps closer, gently pushing you against the counter.

The waiting.

The anticipation.

The advert that’s been replaying in your mind since this morning.

It’s all there in the kiss.

Warm and familiar, yet somehow desperate all at once.

She parts her lips almost instantly, and you meet her without hesitation, your tongue finding hers as though you’ve both been thinking about this moment all day. A soft, muffled sound escapes her, one that settles low in your stomach, while her fingertips slip beneath the hem of your T-shirt to rest against the warmth of your skin.

Your own hands drift to the back of her neck, holding her close.

Dinner is forgotten.

So is the rest of the world.

You stay like that until your lungs begin to protest, every inch of you warm from being so close to her.

When you finally pull apart, it’s reluctant, only to catch your breath. Neither of you moves very far. Her hands remain around your waist, your foreheads almost touching.

Then she smirks.

“You’re too easy, amor.”

You huff, trying, and failing, to look offended.

“I’ve been waiting all day,” you admit, your voice still slightly breathless. “All fucking day.”

“Just because of one photo?”

“It’s not just a photo, though, is it?” You shake your head. “I’m pretty sure my brain chemistry changed the second I saw it.”

She laughs. A proper, unrestrained laugh. It makes you smile despite yourself.

She reaches up, brushing a few loose strands of hair behind your ear before letting her fingertips linger against your cheek.

“Do you know how embarrassing it was?” you continue. “I dread to think what I looked like. Probably some lovestruck fangirl standing outside a shop window, staring like I’d never seen a woman before.”

She raises an eyebrow.

“You mean you’re not a lovestruck fangirl?”

You grin.

“Obviously I am. I just don’t want the innocent bystanders of Barcelona knowing that.”

She shakes her head fondly, the smile never quite leaving her face.

“If I’d known it was going to have that effect on you…” she says softly, “…I would’ve worn it the day they gave it to me.”

Your hand slides to her shoulder, your thumb absent-mindedly tracing along her collarbone.

“You’ll still wear it?” you ask, suddenly sounding much less confident than you feel. “I mean… I don’t want you to think you have to.”

That smile returns.

Slow. Knowing.

“Of course I’ll wear it.”

She leans in just enough for her nose to brush yours.

“You’ve been waiting all fucking day,” she says, echoing your words with unmistakable satisfaction.

You can’t help but laugh, your cheeks warming all over again.

“But dinner first, sí?” she says, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek before finally stepping away.

The absence of her is immediate. You already miss the warmth of her hands.

“Please don’t tell me you’re going to eat as slowly as possible just to make me wait even longer?”

She pauses in the doorway. Slowly, she turns back to look at you. The smile on her face tells you everything before she even opens her mouth.

“Now, now, amor,” she says, all feigned innocence. “Remember…”

She lets the silence hang for just a beat.

“…good things come to those who wait.”

She punctuates it with a wink before disappearing down the hallway.

You stare after her for a second before letting out a dramatic sigh.

“You’re enjoying this far too much,” you mutter to yourself.

A laugh drifts back from the hallway.

Yeah.

Dinner is going to be a very long affair.

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“Are you ready, amor?”

There are a lot of words you could use to describe how you’re feeling right now.

Excited.

Overwhelmed.

Flustered.

Grateful.

Giddy wasn’t one you would’ve expected. It isn’t usually the emotion associated with seeing your girlfriend in very little clothing.

But giddy is exactly what you are.

Your legs even do a little bounce against the mattress as you sit propped up against the headboard. Your hands are clasped neatly in your lap, and, honestly, you probably don’t look too dissimilar to someone politely waiting for a surprise.

Which, in fairness…

You are.

You’ve been politely waiting ever since 8:14 this morning.

You’d even been on your best behaviour at dinner. Your leg had only started bouncing halfway through the meal, and Alexia’s knowing chuckle every time she deliberately slowed down for another bite had tested your patience more than you’d care to admit.

Still…

You survived.

And now here you are.

Sitting on the bed while Alexia gets changed in the en-suite.

She could’ve changed right in front of you, but apparently that would’ve “ruined the surprise.”

So instead, there’s a wall between you.

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face.

“Sí. I’m ready,” you call back.

“Okay…” she replies. “Close your eyes.”

Your smile falters.

“Really?”

You hear her chuckle. “Mhm.”

You let out the most dramatic sigh you can manage before obediently covering your eyes with your hands.

“Okay. They’re closed.”

You hear the bathroom door open.

Your heartbeat immediately picks up.

You hear her pad softly across the carpet, stopping, you assume, at the foot of the bed.

“Okay,” she murmurs. “You can look now.”

You drop your hands immediately.

It takes a couple of blinks for your eyes to focus.

And then…

Holy fuck.

She stands there dressed exactly as she was in the advert.

Bright red sports bra. Matching jacket. Matching shorts. She’s even put on the knee-high socks.

Exactly like the photos.

Your mouth falls open.

She notices immediately.

A smug little smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she smooths her hands down the front of her jacket.

“Well?” she asks, tilting her head. “What do you think, amor?”

You open your mouth.

Nothing comes out.

“Better in person?” she prompts.

All you can manage is a silent nod.

Her grin only widens.

She does a slow turn, just enough to let you admire the outfit from every angle before facing you again.

“You know,” she says thoughtfully, “I actually quite like it.”

She glances down at herself before looking back up.

“It makes me feel…”

A playful smile spreads across her face.

“…sexy.”

That finally breaks your trance.

A breathless laugh escapes you.

“Mhm.” You shake your head. “I mean, you always look sexy. But this…”

Your eyes wander over her all over again.

“…this is something else.”

She catches your gaze travelling over her and raises an eyebrow.

“Enjoying the view?”

“Yes,” you admit, and the word comes out far too quickly.

Alexia’s eyebrow lifts higher, clearly amused.

“Don’t get me wrong,” you say, trying your best to sound composed. “I don’t usually believe in objectifying women…”

You pause.

“…but I might have to make an exception.”

Alexia laughs.

“I think you’re allowed,” she says. “Especially when I’m encouraging it.”

You finally drag your eyes back to hers.

Her smile softens.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier.”

She takes a slow step towards you.

“Some photoshoots are fun. Others are just another day at work.”

Another step.

“I don’t usually think about how they make people feel.”

She stops a couple of feet from the bed, close enough that you can see the warmth in her eyes, but she doesn’t reach for you.

“But after your message this morning…”

She smiles to herself.

“…I realised this campaign is going to be seen by thousands of people. Maybe millions.”

She gives a small shrug.

“That’s part of my job. I can’t control who sees it.”

Her gaze stays fixed on yours.

“But I do get to choose who sees this.”

She gestures lightly to herself.

“Not the photos. Not the advert.”

Her smile turns impossibly soft.

“This.”

Your breath catches.

“Only you get to enjoy me like this.”

For a moment, all you can do is look at her.

Because she’s right.

The campaign belongs to everyone else.

But this moment…

This version of Alexia, standing in front of you with that teasing smile and those impossibly gentle eyes, is yours.

You shift, climbing onto your knees before slowly crawling towards the end of the bed, never once breaking eye contact.

You’re almost certain you hear her draw in a sharp breath.

When you reach her, you settle back onto your knees so you’re face to face. Your hand drifts to the zip of her jacket, your fingers absent-mindedly playing with it, the metal cool against your fingertips.

A faint blush blooms across her cheeks.

The air between you seems to grow warmer with every passing second.

“I guess that makes me the luckiest girl in the world,” you murmur.

She blinks, caught slightly off guard.

Then a smile slowly finds its way onto her lips.

You lift a hand to her cheek, your thumb brushing gently across warm skin before you lean in and kiss her again.

She melts into it instantly, her arms winding around your waist as she draws you closer until there’s barely any space left between you.

The kiss lingers, slow and unhurried, carrying everything the two of you have been dancing around since this morning.

When you finally pull away, it’s only far enough to look at her.

Your fingers are still curled lightly around the zip of her jacket.

“Lie down,” you whisper, your forehead almost brushing hers.

She studies you for a moment, a soft smile lingering on her face, before quietly doing as you ask.

You watch her settle back against the pillows, that familiar look in her eyes making your heart skip. There’s something about the way she looks at you, like she’s completely yours in this moment, that makes your confidence grow.

You don’t waste any time climbing onto her, straddling her hips, moving closer until there’s no space left between you. Her hands find your thighs immediately, pulling you in like she’s been waiting all day for this exact moment.

You lean over her, one hand resting beside her head, your lips brushing against hers.

“You want to know what I was thinking about all day?” you whisper.

She nods, eyes fixed on you.

“You.”

A small smile pulls at her lips.

“How much I missed you. How much I couldn’t wait to have you home.”

You press a kiss to her cheek, then her jaw, letting every word sink in.

“I just wanted this. You and me. No distractions. No one else.”

Her expression softens, but there’s still that spark in her eyes, the one that tells you she knows exactly what you’re doing.

“Amor…”

“Yes, baby?”

She holds your gaze for a moment, like she’s trying to say everything without words.

“Please…”

You smile, leaning down to kiss her properly.

Slow and deep. The kind of kiss that makes everything else disappear.

For a little while, there’s nothing but the two of you. The warmth between your bodies. The quiet relief of finally being together after a day spent wanting each other.

You take your time with her, not because you’re teasing her, but because you want her to feel it.

Every kiss. Every touch. Every unspoken reminder of how much she means to you.

Alexia spends so much of her life giving herself to everyone else. You want her to know what it feels like to simply be wanted.

Really wanted.

You watch the exact moment her composure slips away. Her eyes darken as she looks up at you, her fingers tighten their grip, and a slow smile tugs at your lips.

“There you are,” you murmur.

You kiss her again, deeper this time. Your tongues meet, slow at first before the kiss turns hungrier, neither of you willing to pull away. When you finally do, it’s only so your lips can wander lower, brushing along her jaw before finding the sensitive skin of her neck. A soft sigh escapes her as you continue down to her collarbone, kissing just above the tight hem of her sports bra.

You shift lower, your weight settling against her as your gaze lingers for a moment.

God.

You don’t think you’ll ever get used to seeing her like this.

Strong shoulders softened beneath your touch. The gentle curve of her waist. The defined lines of her stomach earned through years of training, somehow sitting perfectly alongside skin that feels impossibly soft beneath your fingertips.

She’s beautiful.

Not because she’s Alexia.

Not because millions of people would agree.

Just because she’s her.

You lower your head, your lips trailing over the defined muscles of her stomach. You take your time, pressing a kiss to each one, lingering over every touch as though you’re committing her to memory. You want her to feel cherished just as much as desired.

Beneath you, her hips give the slightest roll.

You smile against her skin.

You love that she can’t hide how much she wants you.

By the time your lips reach the waistband of her shorts, you don’t rush. You ease the fabric down just enough to expose the skin beneath, pressing a kiss there before slowly pulling them lower.

Her breath catches.

Instinctively, her hips lift to help you, and your eyes immediately drift between her thighs.

Already slick.

Already waiting for you.

Your mouth parts as your gaze lifts back to hers.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” you murmur.

She searches your face, her lips parting slightly as her breathing grows uneven.

Then you settle between her legs, making yourself comfortable. You press a lingering kiss to her folds before slowly licking along them until your tongue reaches her clit.

A broken sound leaves her instantly.

Her fingers disappear into your hair as your tongue moves against her with patient, deliberate strokes. You don’t rush her. You learn her all over again, paying attention to every breath, every twitch of her thighs, every quiet sound she tries and fails to hold back.

Her breathing grows uneven as her hips begin to move.

“That’s it,” you whisper against her skin.

You keep going, never letting her drift too far from the edge before drawing her right back again.

“Joder…” she murmurs.

Her thighs tremble around you, her back arching from the bed as she chases the feeling only you can give her.

When she finally comes apart, she cries out your name, her entire body shaking beneath your mouth.

You don’t stop straight away.

Instead, you guide her gently through every aftershock, slowing only when you feel the tension gradually melt from her body. Soft kisses replace your earlier urgency, pressed carefully against the inside of her thighs as her breathing steadies.

Her fingers loosen in your hair.

A small, satisfied smile spreads across your face as you look up at her.

God, she’s beautiful.

You slowly shift back up her body, straddling her hips once more. Her hands find you instantly, settling against your waist like they belong there. She sits up to meet you, one hand sliding into your hair as she pulls you into another kiss.

It’s slow for all of a second before it turns desperate.

A soft moan escapes her as she tastes herself on your lips, her grip on you tightening.

“Joder, bebé…” she breathes against your mouth.

She doesn’t waste another moment. Your shirt is over your head before you’ve even realised what she’s doing, tossed carelessly onto the floor. Her hands move straight to your shorts, tugging them, along with your underwear, down your legs. You lift your hips just enough to kick them away before settling back over her.

Her mouth finds your nipple, sucking the sensitive bud between her lips with slow, deliberate intent. Her hand moves to your other breast, gently teasing your nipple between her fingers. The sensation has you squirming atop her, a helpless moan falling from your lips as your head tips back.

She pulls away, shrugging her jacket from her shoulders, never taking her eyes off you.

You lean in, expecting another kiss.

Instead, she lets her lips brush yours before falling back onto the pillows with the faintest smirk.

You know that look.

She’s already decided exactly how this is going to go.

Her hands slide back to your hips, guiding you towards her.

You go willingly, letting her pull you closer until you’re hovering above her.

Then she stops you when you above her stomach.

A small crease forms between your brows.

“Ride me,” she murmurs.

You barely have time to process the words before she pulls you flush against her.

The sudden contact steals the breath from your lungs, a startled gasp escaping as sensation rushes through your body.

You look down at her.

She’s smiling.

Completely, utterly pleased with herself.

“Really?” you ask, searching her face.

She nods, her hands settling reassuringly against your hips.

“I want to see you come undone above me,” she murmurs. “Show me exactly what my body does to you.”

Your breath catches.

You hold her gaze for another moment before giving a small nod.

Then, slowly, you begin to move.

The unfamiliar sensation makes your breath catch almost immediately. Your hands settle just above her collarbone for balance as you slowly find the rhythm she encourages. Every movement pulls another quiet sound from your lips, your body responding long before your mind has a chance to catch up.

Her hands never leave your hips, guiding you with slow, steady reassurance.

Alexia watches you the entire time.

She doesn’t look away for a second, her eyes fixed on your face, drinking in every shaky breath, every soft sound, every flicker of emotion she draws from you.

“You have no idea what you do to me, bebé,” she murmurs. “Watching you like this. Making a mess all over me.”

A helpless whimper slips from your lips.

The pleasure builds far quicker than you expect. Your movements lose their rhythm, your breathing turning ragged as your body chases the growing sensation. You had no idea it could feel like this. Your heat glides across her stomach, every shift of her muscles beneath you sending another wave of pleasure through your body.

You’re making an absolute mess on her.

You know it.

But you can’t bring yourself to care.

Judging by the way Alexia is looking at you, neither can she.

She watches you like you’re the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen, her gaze never leaving yours.

Your eyes stay locked on hers, your breathing becoming more and more uneven until the intensity finally overwhelms you, tipping you helplessly over the edge.

When you come undone, you body stutters, chasing the aftershocks before you fall forwards against her, your forehead resting against her shoulder as you try to catch your breath.

For a few seconds, neither of you moves. Your heartbeat pounds against your ribs. Her hands rub slow circles over your back, grounding you through the last lingering waves.

Then you feel her body tense beneath you.

Before you can lift your head, she moves.

In one smooth motion, she rolls you onto your back.

A surprised laugh catches in your throat as she settles above you, pinning you gently against the mattress.

She looks down at you, her breathing still uneven, her eyes impossibly dark.

The smile on her lips tells you she’s far from finished.

Your body feels wonderfully heavy beneath her, every muscle loose with contentment as she hovers above you. Her gaze finds yours, the hunger still there, softened now by something infinitely more tender. She looks at you like you’re everything.

Slowly, she leans down, her lips meeting yours.

The kiss is different this time.

No longer frantic. No longer desperate.

Just slow, deep, and impossibly intimate.

It lingers, unhurried, each kiss saying everything neither of you can quite put into words.

As she kisses you, her hand begins to wander. It traces the curve of your waist before sliding lower, her fingertips brushing lightly against the inside of your thigh.

You shiver.

A quiet sound slips past your lips.

You’re still sensitive, every nerve ending humming from your own release, and she feels it immediately.

She slows.

Every touch becomes gentle, deliberate, giving your body time to respond. She takes her time, her fingers gathering your wetness before slowly circling your clit, the soft, measured movement drawing another broken breath from your lips.

You melt beneath her.

She never rushes you. Never asks your body for more than it’s ready to give.

Her lips never stray far from yours, brushing soft kisses against your mouth as she watches every reaction.

With a quiet hum, she slowly slides two fingers inside you.

You gasp into the kiss.

Your back arches instinctively, your body welcoming the warmth of her touch. One hand finds her back, your nails catching lightly against her skin, while the other slips into her hair, holding her close.

“Fuck…” you breathe, the word barely more than a whisper.

She lifts her head just enough to meet your eyes.

“Is this okay?” she asks softly.

The concern in her voice makes your chest tighten.

Even now, when she knows you so well, she still asks.

Still makes sure.

You nod immediately, unable to find your voice, your forehead resting against hers.

A small smile flickers across her face.

Then she begins to move.

Slowly at first.

Patiently.

She knows your body almost as well as her own, adjusting her rhythm with every shaky breath that leaves your lips. Her fingers curl just enough to draw another gasp from you, and she watches your face the entire time, completely captivated by every reaction she pulls from you.

You cling to her, your breathing becoming uneven as the feeling builds.

Every movement pulls you closer. Every soft sound she makes in response to yours pushes you nearer to the edge.

She presses a trail of kisses along your neck, pausing to suck softly at your skin, the sensation making you shiver.

The tension coils tighter and tighter until it feels impossible to hold it back any longer.

“Alexia,” you gasp.

“I’ve got you, bebé,” she murmurs against your skin, the warmth of her breath enough to send another shiver rolling through you.

And then you break.

Your thighs tremble around her as pleasure rushes through you in powerful waves, your body tightening around her fingers. A cry escapes you, muffled as you bury your face against her neck, clinging to her while she gently carries you through every second of it.

She doesn’t stop immediately.

She lets the aftershocks fade naturally, slowing only when she feels your body begin to relax beneath her.

Only then does she carefully withdraw her fingers. Her eyes never leave yours.

A familiar warmth settles in your chest as you watch her bring her hand to her lips, smiling softly at the flustered look that immediately crosses your face.

A quiet laugh escapes her.

“So beautiful,” she murmurs.

Then she lowers herself onto you, resting her head against your shoulder as though that’s where she’s always meant to be.

You wrap your arms around her without thinking, holding her close as your breathing gradually steadies.

She presses a lazy kiss against your shoulder, her fingers trailing lightly along your ribs.

You smile, your fingers combing gently through her hair.

For a long moment, neither of you says anything.

You simply lie there, tangled together, listening to each other’s breathing, neither of you quite ready to let go of the moment.

Eventually, she lifts her head just enough to look at you.

“Are you okay, bebé?” she asks softly.

You smile, your thumb absent-mindedly stroking along her arm.

“Perfect. Just perfect,” you murmur.

Relief and affection flicker across her face. She leans down to press a slow, lingering kiss to your lips before rolling onto her side and drawing you into her arms.

You settle against her chest, listening to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.

A comfortable silence falls between you.

Then you smile to yourself, the memory of the day washing over you. The moment you saw the photos. How she sat at the back of you mind all day. The anticipation of her wearing it for you. It’s perfect. She’s perfect.

“I think you might have to wear this again,” you murmur softly, almost without thought.

A quiet laugh rumbles beneath your cheek.

“Sí?”

You tilt your head to look up at her.

“Definitely.”

She grins, brushing a kiss against the top of your head.

“I think we can arrange that.”

You smile, nuzzling closer.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

She laughs again, her arms tightening around you just a little.

“Anything for you, amor.”

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A/n: Just a fun little something that came from the texts. So thanku @whaleshark11 for sending the pics 😘

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