Chapter 35 – Alana #2
“Okay,” I nod, and he pushes in further. Then he starts to thrust the vibrator slowly in and out of me again. As he pulls it out for the third time, he takes the opportunity to push his cock all the way into my ass. I cry out in pleasure. I’ve never felt so full, so stretched, so completely taken.
“You okay?” he whispers as he trails soft kisses on my neck.
“Uh-huh,” is all I can reply. The sensations are so intense I can barely speak.
“I want to make you squirt while I’m fucking your ass. You think you can do that for me?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good girl. You can put your leg down now. Rest it on mine,” he says softly.
I lower my leg, letting it lie on his thick thigh, hooking my foot over his calf. We’re spooning, in the most filthy way possible. He waits until I’m settled, and then he starts to fuck me, oh-so-slowly.
Each time he pushes the vibrator back inside me, he pulls his cock out slightly, so one part of me is always full.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
The pleasure is rolling through me in waves.
He carries on, slow and sensual, driving me higher and higher until I feel like my insides are going to explode.
“Reach down and rub your clit now, princesa,” he instructs me.
“I can’t,” I breathe. “It’s too much.”
“Alana,” he says, his tone serious. “Do as you’re told.”
I know that tone, and it’s not one you argue with.
Using trembling fingers, I reach down and start to rub my swollen clit, gently and tentatively.
Alejandro continues to fuck my ass and my pussy with the same slow, steady rhythm.
It really is a lot to take. So many different feelings coming from so many places.
My clit is tender to the touch, and with every thrust of his cock, every circle of my fingertips, I get closer and closer to the edge.
“Alex,” I gasp as tears of frustration start to roll down my cheeks. “I need to come. It’s too much.”
“Come whenever you want to,” he replies. “I’m not stopping you.”
“You are,” I groan. He is slowing his pace to keep me balanced just on the wrong side of my orgasm. He knows exactly how much he is torturing me, and exactly what I need. He’s just choosing not to give it to me until he wants to.
“Next time, perhaps you will think twice about asking my housekeeper to translate for you.”
“No. No I won’t. Not if it leads to something like this,” I sigh out.
“Joder! I love how much you enjoy being fucked. Because there is nowhere I’d rather be than buried inside you. All of you.”
He thrusts harder into me, pushing the vibrator deep inside at the same time. He speeds up, finally gives me what I need. The pressure of his cock, the toy, and my own fingers all combine, and a torrent of wet heat rushes from me.
“Alex!” I shout.
“That’s it, princesa, come with me,” he growls as he empties his load inside. Hot, fierce. Pumping every last drop into me. My body trembles as he pulls the vibrator out and tosses it onto the floor. Then he slowly pulls his body away from mine, and I moan at how empty I suddenly feel.
He rolls me over and pulls me to him, my limbs weak and floppy. He tucks me onto his chest, his strong arms wrapped around me. I take deep breaths as I try to slow my heart rate and recover from the complete sensory overload.
“You understand what la llevamos por las dos puertas means now?”
“Yes,” I say quietly, still shaking from it all. “You demonstrated very thoroughly.”
He chuckles, holds me tighter. “Excellent. And I hope you don’t ask Magda to translate all of the filthy things I say to you when I’m fucking you.”
“Of course I don’t. I already know that if you say it in bed, then I really don’t want Magda to hear me saying it. But I think I’m going to find a class and learn Spanish as soon as I can.”
“Hmm, I would love that,” he says as he places his hand under my chin, tilting my head up so he can look at my face. “And we can make that happen. But until then, I can think of a few phrases I can teach you.”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “Let me guess, they all involve sex?”
“No,” he says with a grin. “Of course not. I’ll also teach you how to say you’d like to suck my cock, too.”
I shake my head. “You’re a sex maniac.”
“Me? You’re the one who’s soaked the bedsheets with your cum.”
I blush and he bends his head to kiss me. I can’t argue with facts.
“Hey, I do know some Spanish,” I say, when I break our kiss.
“Do you?”
I nod. “Lo eres todo para mi.”
He blinks at me in surprise. It is something he says to me often “And what does that mean, princesa?”
“You are everything to me.”
He smiles at me. “It’s true. Te quiero, Alana.”
I know what that means as well, and it makes my heart sing. “I love you too,” I reply, snuggling into him. When we’re close like this, everything feels right, everything feels perfect. Like nothing else in the world exists, apart from us and our love.
I’ve started to live for moments like these when we can just be us. But, with everything going on around us, I wonder how long it will be before we’re facing our next obstacle. At the moment it feels like there’s trouble around every corner. Every time we find some peace, it’s only temporary.
My man is close to me right now, but how long for?