Alejandro Vargas x Reader

Forty (Smut)

Alejandro had this thing about him that melted everything inside you. Whenever his lips touched yours, there was this taste that spread on your tongue.

He had this familiarity to himself, something warm and comforting, like the memory of a dish your grandma used to serve at home when you were young, after been beaten up by the rowdy kids in the neighbourhood.

It was like a taste of the family that you've never had, could have had, if only you wouldn't have made such terrible choices in life.

You were about to pull away to catch your breath as his hand slid into the back of your neck, refusing to let you go.

Surprised by his demanding attitude, you sucked in a sharp breath but did not resist. If he allowed you to be close to him, to feel loved by him, you wouldn't refuse.

Perhaps this would be the last time.

With a sigh, you leaned into the softness of his lips, the rough sensation that his unshaved chin caused on your skin.

His tongue stroked over your lips in a teasing manner. You allowed him entrance, after all, he was and always would be the only thing that you'd allow dangerously close to you.

Your fingers ran through the short hair in his neck, up his head and to the top where you buried them in his long, black strands of silk.

A low hum vibrated in his throat as you gently tugged on them by accident. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss while his hands wandered downwards your body, now that he was certain that you wouldn't slip away, to grab your waist and pick you up.

Struck by surprise, you broke the kiss to hug him tighter. Water dripped from your naked body all over his hair, down his sharp face and into his shirt.

"Alejandro..?", you asked in confusion as he carried you out of the bathroom and back to the main room where he threw you onto the bed. "Qué estás haciendo?!"

"Cállate.", he simply said as he pinned your wrists with one hand about your head and placed himself between your legs. "You've said enough. It's my turn."

His crotch pressed into yours, both your cores collided. All of a sudden you could feel him throb against you. Almost immediately your body answered to his and your middle twitched with excitement.

Unable to form a word or any sort of clear thought you let your eyes wander over his face. His brown eyes were darkened, half-lidded, his lips slightly parted as he hovered over you.

The fabric of his shirt stuck to his chest, showing every single muscle that his torso had to offer, from his thick biceps to the perfectly carved six pack abs on his stomach.

His eyes locked with yours as he noticed you stare. He tilted his head to the side with a cocky smirk on his lips. A strand of his raven black hair fell into his face.

Even though this wasn't the first time that you saw him like this, both so dominant and with his clothes stuck to his skin, you couldn't help but admire just what a handsome devil your husband was.

In that moment it was so overwhelming you couldn't help but swallow hard. Just on its own your lower body moved up to press yourself against his half hard dick and feel the pressure between you two.

Ashamed, you tried to look away, in hopes it wasn't visible how hot your cheeks felt. It was as if you were glowing with heat.

Alejandro's lips twitched. A low sound of warning got stuck in his throat as he leaned down to draw a line of kisses along your jawline and down to the crock of your neck.

The soft yet teasing feeling made you exhale a shivering breath. Your middle twitched, once more calling out for him.

"Look at me.", he suddenly demanded in his raspy, strained voice.

You refused.

His free hand wrapped around your chin. But he did not force you to look at him. Not yet.

"Mi vida.", he bend down even closer, so close that his hardening dick put an amount of pressure between your legs that it almost made you whimper with impatience. "I said look at me. Or I won't be gentle."

In that very moment it stuck you like lightning. If Alejandro had ever been anything with you it was gentle and caring, loving and understanding. No matter how frustrated he had been he was trained to keep his emotions in check.

But not now. Not under those conditions. He had a right to be angry with you, to make you feel just how frustrated he was.

So you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. It was but a silent agreement, a permission to let him do as he pleased.

And he didn't let you ask him twice. All at once, his hands let go of you to pull off his shirt in one swift movement.

Wet abs were revealed. With every move he did they did move as well, tensed and then loosened up once more. It was like his body sang a song.

It took but a few more moments until he was undressed. His dick flinched as it was finally freed from its tight prison of fabric. The tip was already a bit glossy.

He jerked himself a few times before his wet fingers moved down to tease your entrance.

Almost immediately your body reacted to his touch and loosened up, ready to be taken by him like so many times before.

Good times.

Two fingers pushed inside. Them stroking your walls was enough to earn him a suppressed moan from you.

One last time he stopped and tried to look at you. You met his eyes briefly.

With a serious look on his face Alejandro positioned his tip at your entrance and applied hesitant pressure. Your walls pushed apart a bit.

He remained motionless to give you some time. But as you did not respond, he made his hips snap forward.