Chapter 54 – Alana #2
“Sure. I’ve got some calls to make. I’ll sit on the balcony. Why don’t you watch the TV? Looks like Sleeping Beauty here is about to fall asleep again,” Alejandro chuckles.
I open one eye drowsily. “Hey, I heard that.”
He leans down and kisses my forehead. “Get some rest, princesa,” he says softly.
I nod feebly. I hear the muffled sound of the TV in the background and feel Lucia’s warm body curl up next to mine as I drift off to sleep.
I wake with a start, my heart thumping in my chest. It’s dark, and it takes me a few seconds to realize that I’m at home and not in Carlos’s basement. My back is pressed against Alejandro’s hard chest, and I hear him breathing softly behind me. I let myself calm down. I am safe. I am home.
I spent most of the day drifting in and out of sleep.
All my normal rhythms are messed up. I would wake up a few times, take some pills, and eat a little food, but I would still barely able to keep my eyes open.
I’ve never felt so exhausted in my life.
Alejandro said it’s a result of the pain meds the doctor gave me, and also my body’s reaction to the last few days.
I suppose I hardly slept in that basement, and when I did close my eyes, I was inevitably jolted awake by pain or terror. It isn’t easy to sleep when you’re tied to a chair and in fear for your life. I was too worried about what might happen to Lucia to stay out for too long.
Now though, I finally feel fully rested.
The heat from Alejandro’s body makes me feel safe and secure, but it’s stirring something else in me too.
I miss the feel of his hands and his mouth on me.
It’s been too long, and too much has happened.
I need that connection. I roll over, shifting onto my back, grimacing at the pain in my ribs and shoulders.
Alejandro stirs. “Are you okay?” he murmurs.
“Yes,” I reply. “Except for…”
“Except for what?”
“I want you.”
“You’re killing me here, princesa. I want you too, but I’m not fucking you while you’ve got a fractured rib. Now, go back to sleep before you make me even harder than I already am.”
“You don’t have to fuck me,” I whisper. “But you could do other things, couldn’t you? Your mouth seems okay. And one of my hands is working perfectly.”
He sucks in a breath. “Stop it.”
“Alex,” I plead. “I need you. I mean it. Don’t leave me like this.”
“Alana,” he groans.
“Please?”
He sighs, his warm breath dancing across my neck, making me shiver. “If I make you come, will you promise to tell me to stop if anything starts to hurt?”
“Yes,” I pant. At this stage I’ll promise anything.
“And then you’ll go back to sleep?”
“Yes. After I’ve reciprocated, obviously.”
“No reciprocation necessary. I’ll be just fine,” he growls. “Now, if we’re going to do this, you’ll have to lie still. You let me do the work. And you only come when I tell you to.”
“Okay,” I whisper. It’s kind of hot, actually, being told to lie still. To just let him take charge.
His hand slides over my abdomen until he reaches the hem of my tank top.
Then he moves it up until he has access to my panties.
His fingers sneak beneath the band, and he pushes his hand inside the soft cotton, palming my pussy before slipping his fingers through my wet folds and over my clit.
I groan loudly and instinctively take a deep breath.
“Oow,” I whine, then silently admonish myself. He’s going to stop if I’m not more careful.
“Relax,” he whispers in my ear. “I’ve had broken ribs before. I know it’s hard, but try and steady your breathing. I’ll take it slow.”
I nod and focus on taking steady, regular breaths.
“You ready?” he growls.
“Yes.”
His fingers start to circle my clit, softly and slowly, with just the right amount of perfect pressure.
He nuzzles my neck as he lazily teases me with his fingers and I feel a wet heat searing between my legs.
He’s watching me while he does it, a sexy smile lurking on his lips as he sees my reactions to his touch.
“This is fucking torturous,” he growls in my ear. “I can smell your delicious cum from here, and I’m desperate to bury my face in your pussy right now.”
“Then do it,” I gasp, his words causing another rush of heat.
“You honestly think you’d be able to keep still if I get my mouth on you?” he chuckles. “You’d be grinding that hot little cono on my face, and I wouldn’t be able to stop you.”
I close my eyes as I try not to move, but I want to arch my back and press my hips into his fingers. It’s a huge effort not to, so I suppose he’s right.
He must sense my frustration. “You want my fingers inside you?” he breathes, his hips pressing against me lightly, but enough that I can feel his rock-hard erection.
“Yes,” I say, desperately.
He slides through my slick folds until he is at my opening. “Breathe,” he whispers right before he pushes two fingers inside me.
I groan again, but this time my pleasure far outweighs the pain, and I manage not to cry out loudly. At least not because it hurts.
He pumps his fingers slowly in and out as he sweeps the pad of his thumb over my clit. I hear his own breathing becoming faster as he presses his groin against me and rubs his cock gently against my hip.
“Is this okay?” he rasps.
“Yes!”
He continues lazily finger-fucking me as he grinds himself against me with as little pressure as he can manage.
I know how fast and furious he normally likes to fuck, and this must be killing him.
My orgasm builds slowly, starting from the tips of my toes and spreading all the way up to my thighs as they start trembling.
I feel the tightening deep in my core and I suck in a big, ragged breath.
“Easy, princesa,” he whispers. “Nice and steady.”
I close my eyes and concentrate on his fingers rubbing at the sweet spot inside of me.
My walls tighten around him, pulling him in further, and he groans in my ear.
The feelings of euphoria and energy course through my body as his fingers work me so expertly—as though he’s known my body for a lifetime.
I’m on the edge, but I can’t let myself fall, not unless he says so.
He presses his face against my neck, his stubble scratching the delicate skin.
Our short, shallow panting synchronizes breath for breath, and our bodies are covered in a thin sheen of perspiration.
The effort of hardly moving while we’re both so close to the edge is ecstasy and torture at the same time.
“Alana,” he hisses, rocking his hips with slightly more force. He’s close, too.
“Come for me,” he growls, and I have no choice but to obey him.
My orgasm rolls over me in one huge, long, delicious wave, shuddering powerfully but gently through my whole body.
I melt into the mattress, feeling completely spent and entirely boneless.
I’m half-aware of a damp patch at my hip and hazily realize Alejandro finished too.
“You just made me come in my shorts,” he growls before nipping at my earlobe.
I laugh softly. “That’s a first. It was also incredible, Alex. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. What are husbands for if not to take care of their wife? Now, are you ready for more sleep?”
“Hmm,” I say, my eyes already closing. The exhaustion, the pain meds, and now the afterglow of a magnificent orgasm? No chance on earth that I’m staying awake.
“I love you so fucking much, Alana,” he says, wrapping an arm around my waist.
“I love you too,” I mumble sleepily.