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ALEJANDRO
Miami.Alejandro’s hotel room.
Earlier
The water rollsover my frame, attempting to remove her scent, but everything about this woman still floats in my system.
The feel of her skin, her tits, her lips, and the warm spot between her legs.
My hands draw still, my mind holding on to her, my mouth relishing her memory. My lips remembering her.
Every fiber of my body knows a thing or two about her.
Different thoughts buzz in my head while my hand slides past my abs before wrapping around my hardness.
I’m still so hard, although I’m not even thinking about fucking her. But now that I can’t get her out of my head and start rubbing my length, I sure contemplate it.
I see her in my mind. In that bed with her legs open. My memory revives the feel of her touch and the scent of her wetness, and the tingles in my groin are real.
Last night was a quick encounter, not sufficiently planned out, mostly made out of stolen moments.
I knew I’d find her. I knew I wanted her. And I knew so many other things, but time was short.
I do want to plunge into her… In my car, on the beach, and in a hotel room, up against the wall. In the bathroom… I want so many things. But for that to happen, I’ll need to wait.
Speaking about the bathroom.
I close my eyes, slowly stroking my shaft. It’s heavy, bouncing up, the pleasure only growing.
In my head, I see everything… As if she were here with me.
Enamored with my skin, gawking at my back.
Her hands fanned over my butt, her knees on the bathroom floor, her touch going up and down my legs, her lips leaving kisses on the back of my thighs.
I smile…
I smirk.
I remember how she looked at me. And I know that look so well. She hides too little when she wants something, her thoughts flickering in her eyes, captured in her expression.
I know that hunger. I have it too.
That’s why she’s so good. Even if so many variables and random things could go wrong, one thing is sure. She’ll be a very satisfied woman in the end.
She’ll get everything she wants from us.
From me. From him. From Francisco.
I envision her worshipping my body not because I want her to do it––although I do––but because she loves it.
I imagine her waiting for me to turn to her.
And I sure would.
With that playful smile in her eyes, she would dip her gaze because that’s what she does… That’s how she gets us weak in the knees.
