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Heather collapsed next to her boyfriend on their bed. Alejandro pulled her atop his chest. "How was that? Are you feeling ok?" he asked.
"I'm more than ok." Heather smiled, nuzzling her head against his chest. "That was—so amazing."
"Yeah?" Alejandro stared at the tiny bluish-purple marks mapped across her hips. The couple had just tried "rough sex" for the first time. "And you're ok with these bruises?"
"Yes. It's actually really hot to know that you gave them to me." Heather murmured, kissing his collarbone. Alejandro kissed and licked the red spots on her neck.
"Was there anything you didn't like?"
Heather pulled herself away from him. She gave him a satirical look with a hint of a smile. "I loved it, Alejandro. Does that make you feel better?"
"A little bit." He planted a quick kiss on her nose.
"I want to know if you enjoyed it." Heather cupped his face in her hands, running her thumb along his stubble.
"Absolutely," Alejandro said.
"Good." Heather studied the nail marks she painted on his tanned chest as if it were her canvas. She gently kissed each spot. "I think you really outdid yourself, babe. I wouldn't have destroyed your chest like this if you hadn't fucked me so hard."
Alejandro smirked. "I can easily make that happen again. It does not take much to lose control when I'm with you, señorita," he purred against her skin.
"You're so sexy when you lose control," Heather whispered. "And how you only let go around me." She massaged his head.
"I love how you let me lose control with your gorgeous body," said Alejandro, massaging her head as well. He slid his other hand down and ever-so-gently caressed her left hip. "Would you like an ice pack, ángel?"
"Alejandro, I'm fine," Heather reassured. "They're just bruises."
The Spaniard pulled his girlfriend against himself for a forehead kiss. "You know I love you, right?" He kissed her again.
"You tell me at least five times a day," Heather replied.
"I know, but I cannot help myself." Alejandro wrapped his arms around her securely. Heather wedged her left leg between his legs under the sheets.
"I love you too."
"Want to get Chinese takeout tonight and eat in bed?" Alejandro asked.
Heather raised an eyebrow. "You have got to be kidding me right now. Who are you, and what have you done with my boyfriend?"
"Nothing has happened to me, mi amor," he chuckled. "I am just exhausted from our previous activities."
Heather sloppily kissed Alejandro's lips. "Will rough sex make you want to have takeout more often?"
"Mmm, maybe," he hummed.
"Finally."
"I will even get it delivered to our door. What do you want?"
"First, I want to cuddle a little longer," Heather groaned. "Don't rush dinnertime."
"My deepest apologies, mi reina," Alejandro said. "I forget that a Queen's mealtime mustn't be hurried."
"Shut up. Can't I just cuddle with my boyfriend and not a fucking royal secretary?"
Alejandro laughed. "Yes, you can." Heather snuggled into his chest and made herself comfortable. Alejandro started scratching her back. He ran his fingers up and down, feeling each bone protruding under her soft skin.
"How good was your orgasm?" asked Heather.
"Go look in the bathroom trashcan where I threw away the condom," Alejandro answered jocosely.
"Or you could just tell me instead of being a weirdo."
"It was incredible. Felt like Heaven on earth," he hummed with a goofy grin.
Heather smiled lovingly, rubbing his arm. "Was it any better than usual?"
"I don't know, mi reina." Alejandro kissed the top of her head. "Every orgasm you give me feels muy bueno. Why do you ask such a question?"
"I want to know what works best for you."
"Anything that involves you touching me, me touching you, or you touching yourself gets me hot," said Alejandro. "But I don't last as long when you are on top. That is a wonderful sight to see."
"Good to know," Heather giggled.
Alejandro laced his fingers through her dark hair. "And what works best for you?"
"I can't choose because you're too damn good at everything." Heather rolled her eyes. "If I had to, I'd say that I like doggy-style. I remember having one of my most—intense orgasms in that position."
"I remember that, too. I thought you were dying," Alejandro laughed.
Heather blushed with embarrassment. "Don't start talking about that again." Heather had cried through her orgasm that day because she didn't know how else to express the immense pleasure she felt. She had to reassure Alejandro -multiple times- that she was ok.
"Do not be ashamed, mi amor." Alejandro stroked her face. "I think it is incredible that I took you somewhere that unearthly."
"Ugh, stop," she whined.
"I have never told a soul about it." Alejandro nuzzled his nose against hers. "And I think it's adorable, so there is no reason for you to feel embarrassed."
Heather pouted. "Shut up; you don't think it's adorable. Who the fuck cries during sex?"
"My adorable girlfriend."
"I can't stand you sometimes."
"I love you all times." Alejandro held her tighter.
Heather scoffed. "Don't make me feel awful."
"Why would you feel awful?"
"Because I just said I can't stand you, and you told me you love me!"
"But you love me, sí?" He smirked.
"Yes, I love you, dork."
"Mmm, I know you do."
