Hello my lovelies, in honour of it being my birthday this week, I have thoroughly, thoroughly indulged myself. Ngl this has taken me a while to get round to and make it good enough to post but here it is. I hope you enjoy it. Is it essentially porn-with-no-plot? Yes, yes it is. But oh well 🤷🏻♀️. Also it’s a full fic (… like 5.4k …)
First Time in a While (18+)
Alexia Putellas x Reader
Description: You and Alexia haven’t had ‘actual’ sex in a while and you’re horny.
TW: Smut. 18+. Cunnilingus (R giving). Fingering (R giving). Thigh riding (R receiving). Sucking a strap (Alexia) Cowgirl (Alexia). Squirting (Alexia). Dirty Talk (R giving). Mentions/implied subspace.
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A/N: it jumps straight into more mature content so the whole story is under the cut.
It had been a month. One whole exact month since the last time you had sex. Well, that wasn’t strictly true - you ate Alexia out on the kitchen table just the other day, and she had fingered you in the shower a few days before that and you had watched her use a vibe over FaceTime the week before. But it had been a month since you had full on proper sex. Like in a bed, where you were able to take your sweet, sweet time and fully enjoy the moment.
To put it shortly, you were so fucking horny.
And it didn’t help that Alexia seemed to none the wiser to your … predicament. Wondering around in your old Wolfsburg hoodie (that may or may not have been Ingrid’s way back in the midst of time) and nothing else. Or standing at the counter, munching on a bowl of fruit, her sports bra hugging all the right places, her joggers slung low on her hips.
But you were busy. In the way that life got sometimes. It was no one’s fault, but with so many changes during the off-season, the pressure was building a lot earlier than you were used to. It meant that your days were longer, your media commitments and training sessions going well into the evening. And by the time your off-day had rolled around, you were too exhausted to do anything other than sleep with Alexia’s head resting on your chest and sharing a few lazy kisses.
It was as she was in the bathroom getting ready for bed that the flicker of an idea came. It had been far too long since you had a proper session, one where you were able to truly take your time with her. You were propped up against the pillows, vest top loose and boxers resting low on your hips. You knew you looked good, especially when you lifted your hand above your head and just rested oh-so-casually.
Just were studiously ignoring Alexia as she re-entered the bedroom. You heard her footsteps stop and breath hitch.
My god, you looked a sight. Alexia was about ready to combust. Tattoos on full display, muscles flexing deliciously, that airy breeze of nonchalance.
“Hey, baby.” You smiled, eventually looking up from your phone. “I’ve missed you.”
Alexia rolled her eyes. “You saw me not even five minutes ago.”
“I still missed you.” You pouted, reaching out for her. She moved further into the bedroom, taking your hand and climbing onto the bed.
“It’s warm tonight, no?” You hummed, sitting up a bit.
“Un poco,” a little, Alexia agreed, watching you intently.
“I think I’ll be too hot with my top on tonight.” You pulled the hem of your shirt up and over your head, throwing it somewhere to be picked up later.
Alexia blinked, genuinely buffering a little bit as she took in your now-almost naked form.
“M-maybe I should take mine off too?” Alexia asked, her voice an octave lower that normal as you settled back in your usual position.
“Whatever you think is best, beautiful girl.”
“I wouldn’t want to overheat.”
“Not at all.” You smiled, reaching out for the hem of her top, a ratty incredibly oversized old blue one that you think was from your Everton days.
Slowly, you peeled her shirt up, exposing inch upon inch of soft skin. You never got tired of seeing Alexia in any form of undress. You gulped at the sight in front of you. “Stop staring,” she huffed, swatting you.
“Can’t help it, baby. My girl is stunning.” You pulled her forward, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss.
“You’re just a perv,” she teased.
“Hey, I caught you staring earlier too.” You wiggled your eyebrows, finally allowing her to rest against your chest.
“Cállate.” Shut up.
“Just saying, beautiful,” you teased, hand carding through her loose hair.
“Whatever,” she grumbled, placing a light kiss to your chest.
“Want me to talk to you?” You asked.
“MmHmm, tell me about your tattoos,” Alexia instructed, already feeling her eyes droop with sleepiness.
“Ok, mi princesca. Let’s start with my first one …”
Alexia could tell. From the moment she opened her eyes, you had That Look. The one that told her she wouldn’t be leaving the bedroom, let alone the house, all day. The one that told her she was yours. Hungry. Insatiable. Primal.
She could tell from the moment she lifted her head off your chest. That glint. That sparkle. It had her rubbing her thighs together within milliseconds.
You didn’t often get like this. Oh, you loved to have your way with Alexia, almost as much as she loved giving it to you. But this pure, unbridled passion. This was a rarity. Lust in its purest form.
Alexia wasn’t sure how she ended up in this situation. Somewhere in between you gently rolling her over, hands on her wrists, lips locked with hers and her third orgasm of the day. But she didn’t really mind. Not when she was feeling all floaty and fuzzy. You were smoothing some hair off her face, letting her mind wander with the wicked images you were conjuring up for her.
You had started off slow. So slow it was practically torture. Wasn’t this a human right violation? Wasn’t there protections against cruel and unusual punishments? It felt like heaven and hell all at once as you slowly worked your way down her body.
Kissing. Sucking. Biting. Licking.
It was perfectly organised chaos.
Hands roaming, lips following, skin on skin - a blaze of fire left in your wake.
Alexia didn’t need foreplay. Not really. Especially not for you. You just had to look at her and she was soaked. A couple of whispered words and quiet kisses and she was drenched.
But you loved it.
You loved her whines. Her gasps. Her moans. Her desperate pleas for you to “do something, anything, mi amor.” The way her lips felt on yours, the way her hands grasped at anything - you, the bed, her tits. Anything to feel something.
It wasn’t until she was genuinely soaking the sheets underneath her, a small dark circle against the light blue, that you finally relented in your teasing.
Well, not really.
You had been skirting around her body - purposely missing those spots she loved you touching. Whispering wickedly delicious words in her ear as you trailed a finger lightly across as skin, over the smooth ridges of her stomach, over the flat expanse of her chest and shoulders, down to graze the tops of her thighs.
I can’t wait to kiss every part of your body
I want to hear you breathing in my ear when I make you feel oh-so-good.
You’re not going to be able to move after I’m finished with you.
I’ve never gotten so wet just by kissing someone.
I know what you want, but I want you to beg me for it.
All I can think about is tasting you again and again and again.
Alexia was going insane.
You had finally given her just a hint of release.
“You,” You whispered, lips brushing the shell of her ear.
“Are,” You mumbled into the valley of her breast, pausing to suck yet another hickie, running a soothing tongue over it afterward.
“My,” you smirked into the skin just below her naval.
“Beautiful,” you kissed her hip bone. Right on top of the small 66 tattoo. A habit. A ritual.
“Girl.” You were between her thighs now, legs thrown over your shoulders, leaving gentle nibbles on the soft expanse of her inner thigh.
“Mi amor.” Alexia was desperate. So agonisingly, heart wrenchingly desperate for you.
You started slowly, teasing her all over again. As if it were the first time you tasted her. Exploratory movements, intricately ignoring her absolutely throbbing clit.
Alexia’s hands found your hair, hips bucking into your face. Arching, searching, needing more.
Eventually, you gave in. Just kitten licks at first. Tentative. Just enough to leave her wanting more. And my god, did she want more.
Lick, twirl, lick, twirl, lick, twirl. Around and around. Steady. Comfortable. But not enough.
“Si us plau. Faré qualsevol cosa…” Please. I’ll do anything. You knew if she was babbling away in Catalan, Alexia must be slipping into that midset only you could take her too. Far way and floaty and entirely in need of you.
You just smirked, smiling against her as you lightly swatted at her inner thigh, making her gasp.
Lick, twirl, lick, twirl, lick, twirl.
It was no where near enough stimulation. Alexia had never felt so turned on in her life.
Eventually, you got bored. Not of her, never of her. But you wanted more.
Lick, twirl, suck, lick, twirl, suck, lick, twirl, suck, lick, twirl, suck.
Alexia was full on writhing now. She was so close, so, so close she could almost taste it.
“Mi amor,” she warned, only receiving a grunt in reply.
Lick, twirl, suck, lick, twirl, suck, lick, twirl, suck, lick, twirl, suck.
“Mi amor.” She was louder, hips curling up. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
“Cum.” It was the first time you had spoken in a fair while. You had been teasing for far too long. Your voice was low. Harsh. Commanding.
Alexia was sure she would’ve climaxed from your voice alone.
Electricity crackled through her veins. So intense it was almost painful. You never stopped.
Lick, twirl, suck, lick, twirl, suck, lick, twirl, suck, lick, twirl, suck.
“Mi amor,” Alexia squirmed when her breathing had finally gotten back under some semblance of control, trying to break away from the throughly intoxicating feeling. “Too much.”
You pulled back a little, grinning devilishly. You knew Alexia, you knew her better than you knew yourself at this point. Your chin was glistening wetly in the sunlight that streamed through the bedroom window.
“Again,” you instructed.
Alexia swallowed, eyes locked on yours.
“Pero… es demasiado.” But … it’s too much.
You pouted, knowing exactly what strings to tug on. Her voice wasn’t floaty, her eyes weren’t shining, she didn’t have the faraway smile. She could take it.
“Please, baby.” You blinked up at her, bringing one of your hands up to run a thumb lightly across the crease when her leg turned into her hip. “Por favor, my beautiful girl.”
How could Alexia resist when you asked so sweetly?
She nodded shyly, a blush rising to her cheeks as you looked so intently at her.
“Palabra, baby.” Words. You commanded.
“Please, mi amor. Make me feel good.”
“Always, my beautiful girl.” You vowed.
You took your time again, letting the tension rise like the tide. You used your fingers this time. Slow, gentle strokes. Just one finger at first. You slipped in with almost embarrassing ease. You could feel her clenching around you. Wet and warm.
“Relax, beautiful.” You mumbled into her skin leaving a pretty pink bruise on her inner thigh.
Alexia’s hips arched involuntarily as you added a second and then a third. The stretch stinging deliciously. You took your time. Relishing in her. The symphony of sounds escaping her lips; you the composer.
You watched in awe as she twisted, hips matching your fingers with every drag. She gasped and moaned, writhed and hitched as you pulled another orgasm from her body.
“Mi amor.” Alexia came quieter this time. Less explosive - more like a tsunami in the ocean. Just as intense but more of a swell of pressure finally bursting free rather than an explosion of light and colour.
You guided her through it with practiced easy. Never relenting, never stopping. Guiding her with perfect grace.
You kissed your way back up her body, taking the time to shed your underwear as you went. You weren’t shy to see the large damp spot between your own thighs. Being with Alexia was magical. Let alone when you were with her in any form of intimate setting. Seeing her move and sigh, moan and shake as pleasure surged over her did unspeakable things to you.
“So sexy, baby.” You leaned down, giving her a slow, warm kiss. Alexia hummed happily, tasting herself on your lips. At first, all the way back when you first started dating, she had been nervous to kiss you after you had gone down on her. But now it was almost her favourite thing about the whole event. Tasting herself mixed with you. Tasting the final remnants of the happiness you had caused. The feelings only you could bring her.
“G-gra-“ Alexia cleared her throat. “Gracias.”
“Such good manners, beautiful girl.” You smoothed some sweaty hair off her forehead, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. She blushed at your praise.
It was habitual to slot your leg between her thighs, straddling hers on the process. Her muscles resting wonderfully against your own pussy. You both moaned at the feeling. Her skin was soft and the muscles perfectly formed for you to rock gently against.
“Shit,” you breathed, your head dropping down. As you built up a rhythm, your thigh was brushing against Alexia’s clit too. Alexia didn’t really know where to focus her attention. One hand was on her waist, thumb brushing in time with you rocking. Your other was tangled loosely in her hair as you leant your weight on your elbow. Her skin burned at your touch. Electricity started to crackle through her veins again as she met you rocking with her own.
“Fuck, baby.” You gasped again. Your eyes were screwed tightly shut as the band grew in your belly.
Alexia’s attention was pulled away from her feelings and onto you. She couldn’t see much of you. Not really. Just the side of your face and the smooth expanse of your back that arched and curved with every drag of your hips. She was mesmerised by you. The way you sounded, like a personal orchestra just for her. Or the way you panted against her collarbone as you took the pleasure for yourself.
Alexia could feel her body tightening again. Her third of the morning. She knew it would be nowhere near the last of the day.
“Mi amor.” She gasped, her voice equally breathless.
“Tell me, baby,” you choked out the words. You were so close. But you needed that tiny extra bit to hurl you over the edge. “Tell me how it feels.” You pressed a kiss to her feverish skin. “In Spanish. Please.”
You loved when Alexia got so overwhelmed she could only speak in her native tongue. There was something about the way she said the words, her voice deeper in her natural language.
“Mi amor, se siente tan bien. Como el cielo. Es perfecto. Eres perfecta. Mierda. No pares. Por favor, mi princesa. Estoy tan cerca.” Mi amor, it feels so good. Like heaven. It’s perfect. You’re perfect. Shit. Don’t stop. Please, mi princesca. I’m so close.
“Cum with me, beautiful girl.” You were struggling to speak as your toes began to curl.
That was something Alexia loved. Above anything. It didn’t happen often. But reaching your peaks together was something she craved.
Your bubble burst first. The force of the moment sending a shudder through your body as you rode the wave of pleasure. Watching you cum sent Alexia spiraling. Her moans mixing with yours in a perfect harmony.
It was intense. But there was still that look. That twinkle that told Alexia the best was yet to come.
“One more.” You mumbled against her lip when you finally calmed down. Her skin was soft and salty as you traced your tongue over her bottom lip.
Alexia was definitely feeling buzzed. That floaty headspace where the world was just slightly fuzzy around the edges.
“Just one more, baby. Around my strap.” You weren’t quite pleading. You were still very much in charge of the whole situation. But there was a tinge to it. Something Alexia couldn’t quite understand.
“I want to feel you.” You kissed her again. “You look so pretty when you cum for me.” You smoothed some hair off her forehead. You locked gazes, her hazel eyes blown wide with love and lust. “I want to see you stretched out around me. Your belly bulging with me. Just imagine it, mi niña hermosa.”
You knew Alexia had a thing for dirty talk. Even though she refused to admit it, you could tell. The way her eyes would widen, pupils dilating at your whispered words. The way her whole body clenched as you mumbled fantasies into her skin. The way she got wetter and wetter with every torrid thought.
And add Spanish into the mix … she was a goner.
“Mi amor.” She looked at you with that innocent expression.
“Sí, mi preciosa.” You tucked some hair behind her ear.
She blinked. “Lo quiero… te quiero a ti.” I want it … I want you.
“You do, do you?” You grinned, the teasing tone back again. “Y qué quieres?” And what do you want?
Alexia swallowed, mind so floaty she was unable to form sentences. The only thing she wanted was you.
“Do you want … mis dedos?” My fingers. You paused. “Bombeando dentro y fuera de ti?” Pumping in and out of you?
Alexia moaned at your words.
“Or do you want mi boca? You taste so good, my beautiful girl, Podría comerte todo el día si me lo permitieras.” My mouth // I could eat you out all day if you’d let me.
Alexia whimpered, pushing her hips up, trying to gain any form of friction.
“O qué tal mi correa?” Or how about my strap? You whispered excitedly, lips brushing her ear. “Imagine it, baby. I’m inside you … stretching you out … I’m pressing all of your spots … I’m making you feel so good ... I put our vibrator on your clit just the way you like.”
Alexia thought she might die at your words. The way you were painting the most perfect picture in her head - she could already taste the ghost of the orgasm coursing through her body like a freight train.
She was nodding like a maniac. Her grip on the back of your neck almost painful as she tried to steady her heart rate.
“I need your words, baby,” you drawled. “You know this by now.” Your thumb was unrelenting as you brushed along her ribs.
“Por favor.” She babbled, repeating her pleas again and again.
“Ok, ok,” you chuckled, breaking her off with a chaste kiss. “Which one, baby? We have the red one? Or the blue one?”
The red one was wider but the blue was longer. Alexia was reeling - which did she want? Her brain couldn’t function much, all-consumed with the thought of you.
“Rojo o azul?” Red or blue? You clarified in Spanish, allowing her brain to catch up. You waited, pressing sweet kisses to any skin you could reach.
“Azul.” Blue. She finally whispered back. “Está bien?” Is that ok?
“El azul es perfecto, mi buena niña.” Blue is perfect, my good girl. You kissed her slowly. “Wait here whilst I get everything. You don’t have to do a thing. Just play with yourself for me, sí?”
You often liked Alexia to touch herself as you gathered everything you might need for a session. Something about knowing she wasn’t that far away, making herself feel good, getting herself ready for you really turned you on.
“Touch that pretty clit for me. Nice and fast.” You kissed her again. “But don’t put any fingers inside. I want to see you stretch around me.” You warned, tone sharper.
Alexia smiled as you guided her hand down to her pussy, sighing happily as you jointly gathered some wetness and began to draw soft circles.
Carefully, you withdrew your hand, watching in awe as Alexia continued to move. “Mas rapida,” Faster, you ordered.
She did as you asked, speeding her fingers up to that perfect speed.
“Mi buena niña,” My good girl, you mumbled, forcing yourself off the bed.
Alexia watched you move around the room with practiced ease. She diligently followed your instructions . You were stunning. With the additional pressures and the lack of squad depth, you had been taking to the gym more. And it was paying off. What once were faint outlines of muscles were now prominent, as if sculpted by Michelangelo himself. Your newest tattoo that ran down the length of your spine had Alexia arching her hips more than anything she was physically doing. If she looked close enough, she could also see a few faint scratch marks - some old and fading, some bright pink and freshly made. Alexia loved marking you up like that. When the pleasure was too much that she just had to claw at you. She loved it almost as much as you adored giving her hickies.
“Are you touching yourself, beautiful girl?” You asked, standing at the foot of the bed, harness and dildo hooked around your hips, and the vibrator you had promised in one hand.
Alexia opened her legs wider, showing you what she was doing. “Sí, mi amor.”
“My pretty girl, listening so well, doing exactly what I asked.” You threw the vibrator on the bed, just where you could reach it without too much trouble.
Alexia watched you watch her. Your eyes were locked solely on her pussy, where her fingers danced in tight, fast circles. Where she dripped onto the sheets below. Theatrically, she added a quiet moan, sighing and squirming a little more than she might do usually.
“Stop.”
That tone. That tone that had Alexia freezing her actions yet melting all at once.
“On your knees, baby.” Alexia scrambled to follow your commands. Once she was within reach, you tugged her to you, giving her a messy kiss. You reached out and squeezed her tit, almost painfully so but Alexia could only moan in pleasure.
Alexia put out her hand, taking hold of the fake dick and ran her fingers along its length. She could imagine the way it felt inside her. Stretching, pushing, pulling, guiding her to heights she never thought possible.
You broke the kiss, pulling back to look at her. “Go on, mi niña hermosa. Sé que quieres.” I know you want to.
Alexia slowly leant down, stopping to press a few kisses along your body.
With that doe-eyed look that had you reeling, she gave you a small smile. “Suck my dick, baby.” You smiled, cupping her jaw.
Alexia’s tongue darted out, wetting her lips as she travelled that final distance and tasking the plastic into her mouth, arching her back in a way that showed off her arse just the way you liked.
It wasn’t the first time you wished you had the ability to feel Alexia when her mouth was around the strap. Of course, she ate you out like it was last ever meal in a way that you seeing stars. But there was something about her looking up at you, eyes shining with unshed tears as she let the plastic sit heavy on her tongue.
What you wouldn’t give to be able to feel her like that.
You took a steadying breath. “Mmmmm, my pretty girl, hey?” You cooed, voice widely different from the sternness of earlier. You gently took a fistful of Alexia’s now-brunette hair. You watched as Alexia squirmed, trying to press her legs together.
“Ok, baby.” You eased back, a trail of spit hanging from the dildo as Alexia took a heavy breath. “Come here.” You used your hand that was still in her hair to gently pull her in for another kiss.
“You look so fucking hot.” You mumbled against her lips.
“Para ti.” For you. She rested her forehead against you.
“Well, aren’t I the luckiest person in the world.”
You settled yourself against the pillows. Alexia looked at you, that same hungry glint that was in your eyes now shining brightly in hers. “You gonna put on a show for me baby?” You asked flexing your abs subtly, knowing she was watching.
She nodded enthusiastically, clambering over you to sit on your thighs. “You gonna ride me?” You continues, watching in awe as Alexia took a hold of the plastic, angling it up for herself.
“You gonna make yourself cum? Use me? Take anything you want from me.”
Slowly, Alexia sank down. She gasped in pleasure, in relief at the feeling of finally being stuffed full. She slid down the dick with almost embarrassing ease. To be fair, you had been going all morning and been more than generous with the fantasies you were sharing.
Alexia groaned softly as she finally settled back against your hips, her hands resting on your abdomen as she allowed herself time to get used to the feeling. You smoothed your hand lovingly up her thigh, giving her all the time in the world.
“Taking me so well, hermosa,”you praised. Slowly, Alexia gave an experimental shift, feeling the toy move inside her. She gasped at the feeling.
“Sí, baby. Just like that,” you complimented as Alexia began to bounce more and more confidently.
You didn’t know where to look. At her face, contorted in pleasure as she took exactly what she wanted. At her body, her tits bouncing deliciously, her abs flexing with each roll. Or where her legs met your hips, where her pussy was swallowing the blue plastic so perfectly.
“Mi amor.” Alexia whined, grabbing a fistful of her own chest, leaning back slightly, angling the toy to hit that perfect spot inside her.
“I’m here, baby. I’m here.” You could tell she was getting overwhelmed - the feeling surging through her body too much for her. You reached up, putting a hand on her hip. “Does it feel good?”
“So good.” Alexia’s breath hitched as you met her hips with every thrust. “So full.”
“Yeh?” You asked, licking your lips. “Feeling stretched out?” You loved your hand, resting your hand over her lower stomach, feeling the toy move with in her. She whined again.
“Más.” More. Alexia’s eyes settled on the vibrator. Sleek and simple, standing out against the pale blue sheets.
“You want more?” You checked, running your eyes over her. Yes, she was obviously feeling floaty. But she wasn’t showing any of the other signs that this would be too much for her.
“Por favor.”
A faint buzzing filled the room.
“Colour?” You double-checked.
“Verde.” Green
You rested the wand on her thigh, watching as she ground down, rolling her hips. Slowly, you inched the toy up her thigh, enjoying the way Alexia tracked it with her eyes.
“Baby, look at me.” You commanded. It took so effort but Alexia eventually locked eyes with you, halting her movements. “Escuchar.” Listen.
She took a breath, nodding. “I will put this on your clit.” Alexia broke you off with a whine. She loved when you told her explicitly what you were going to do to her. “You will keep riding me, and I’ll hold the toy.” She nodded, eyes closing and clenching around the toy. “You can cum whenever you want. If you need me to take over, you tell me or just take hold of the vibe, understand?”
“Sí, lo entiendo.” Yes, I understand.
“Good girl.” You smiled widely as you pressed the head of the wand exactly where she wanted it.
She jumped, the vibrations ricocheting throughout her body as she slowly started to move her hips again, grinding rather than full-on bouncing
You watched, pupils blown wide, as Alexia shifted against you. She huffed slightly, feeling the burn in her thighs and abdomen. It certainly wasn’t the first time she thanked the heavens she was a professional athlete.
Alexia whined as she started to ache. But she was so close. She needed this last orgasm. She could feel the bubble growing, the pressure building within her.
“Look so pretty.” You smiled up at her. You chuckled slightly as her cheeks turned a rosy pink.
You recognised that she was starting to lag a little. Despite her desperate gaze, her hips were slowly slightly as she bounced up and down.
“Baby, take the vibe,” you called, nodded to the toy. Alexia did as she was asked. “Hold it still.”
You planted both feet on bed, positioning Alexia just the way you wanted her.
“Ale,” she looked at you. “Don’t fight it, feel whatever you need to feel.”
You didn’t want to tell her what your full plan was. You and Alexia had tried once before. To get her to squirt. You were fairly sure she was able to do it. The last time had been during a private holiday. Just you and her. In the middle of some random island. Almost no one insight for almost 5 miles. You had tried, but she had been nervous to begin with. And you thought that she was just slightly too in her head. You had many discussions since, and both settled on you not telling her of your plans. It had taken a lot of convincing on her part, to assure you that she did want it. That it was only the apprehension of not doing it that had her mind spinning.
Alexia nodded, already feeling like her body was a live wire. With one final movement, you clicked the vibrator onto the highest setting and began to piston your hips upwards.
Alexia genuinely didn’t know what to feel. The dildo was brushing that spongey spot inside of her with a relentless pace. The intensity of the vibrations on her clit had her gasping for air.
She tried to do what you said. Allow the feelings to happen. Feel everything.
You watched, with slight difficulty, as Alexia’s mouth hung open in a silent scream.
“That’s it, my beautiful girl.” You panted. “Feel it.”
“Mi amor,” Alexia whined, her body feeling more alight than ever before. It was like she was on fire, a tidal wave of pressure and pleasure rolling over her.
“Sí, baby, I’m here. Listen to your body.” You coached. “Cum whenever you need to, my gorgeous girl.”
Alexia threw her head back, a strange pressure she had never felt before building alongside the familiar warmth of her orgasm.
“That’s it, my love.” You could tell she was so close to cumming. Your thighs burned with the effort, but you dared not stop now. “Feel it, Ale, let it happen. I’m right here. You’re safe. Estas segura.” You’re safe
“Mi amor?” Alexia squeaked, eyes locking with yours, a frantic look on her eyes.
“Breathe, you’re doing so good, sweetheart.”
“Cumming.” She gasped as the band turned icy hot in her lower belly. The pressure was too much, far, far too much.
“Cum for me, Alexia.”
The bubble burst.
Alexia was fairly sure she blacked out for a moment. One moment, she was on the highest of highs and the next, she was in your arms, your hand running softly through her hair as you murmured sweet nothings to her.
“- so beautiful, my love. So pretty, I’m so lucky you let me love you.” Alexia smiled, feeling her heart flutter at your words.
“Mi amor?” Her voice was scratchy and hoarse.
“Sí?” You asked, looking down at her.
“That one felt different.” She mumbled, the tiredness already taking over. She sighed, nuzzling her cheek into your collarbone.
“Don’t go to sleep yet, baby.” You chuckled, scratching Alexia’s head. “And yeh, I would kinda hope it felt different.”
“Qué?” Alexia raised her head, looking utterly adorable with a tired pout on her lips.
“That last one?” You sat up, pulling her with you. “It felt different?” Alexia nodded, not quite getting what you were insinuating. “Baby …” you paused. “You squirted?”
Alexia blinked. “I did?”
“Yeh,” you laughed, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“Oh.” Alexia finally looked around her. “It doesn’t look wet?”
“It wasn’t like a waterfall.” You rolled your eyes fondly. “But you definitely squirted. My legs are damp.”
“They are?” It was like she was drunk, her brain lagging behind the world around her.
“Sí.” You kissed the tip of her nose. “And you were muy, muy sexy.” You kissed the corner of her mouth. “And you can’t sleep yet ‘cos we both need a bath, and then we’ll go downstairs and you can sleep on the couch. I’ll make a nest for you, yeah? All nice and cosy.” You could feel Alexia melting into you again. “I’ll change the bedding up here and gather everything that needs to be washed. Then I’ll come join you. Get some food and drink and then we can nap.”
“C-can we watch El Cid?” Alexia asked through a yawn. You smiled at the mention her favourite comfort film, even though you knew she be asleep before the end of the first 10 minutes.
“Of course, beautiful girl. Anything for you.”
