slut - Alexia Putellas

31.

good evening.

hope everyone had a great day. let's enjoy those two. ☕️✍🏼

With her entire body still shivering in pleasure, Alexia's breathing slowly but surely normalizes as she melts back down onto the mattress, brunette hair cascading over the soft pillows.

Above her, the therapist, still panting from exhaustion, supports herself with heavy arms, her tender lips slightly agape and eyes shut, immersed in the lingering waves of another mind-blowing orgasm.

"Oh my..." Erin breathes out, her entire body trembling as she lowers herself onto her elbows, her breaths coming in heavy pants against the sensitive skin of Alexia's neck.

She carefully disentangles her legs from the athlete's, their intertwined limbs finally loosening.

"I don't think I can manage another round," the therapist confesses tiredly, delicate lips brushing against the warm skin of Alexia's shoulder, the heat of her breath causing goosebumps to rise on the midfielder's flushed skin.

The Ballon D'Or winner's bedroom felt warm and close, stuffy and, with the lingering scent of sex and intimacy, it felt... good.

So good.

So damn good.

"Yeah... me neither," Alexia breathes, allowing the tips of her fingers to trace a soothing path down Erin's bare spine, momentarily lingering on the small of her back, before moving back up.

Laying entangled, still caught in the aftermath of their intimacy, the blonde shifted slightly, adjusting her position atop the athlete, so her eyes can meet Alexia's.

"That was..." the therapist began softly, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words.

Alexia smiled, her hand pausing its rhythmic motion along Erin's back as she finished, "... absolutely amazing. I enjoyed that."

The therapist's eyes fluttered shut at the sensation of warm fingers delicately tangling in the soft strands of hair at the nape of her neck, massaging her scalp in a way so tender it had goosebumps spread across her skin.

It really felt good.

So damn good.

When Erin opened her eyes after recovering from her last orgasm, her breath hitched slightly as she noticed the captain's gaze flickering down to her lips.

The tension was palpable.

She sensed them drawing closer, hovering at the verge of a kiss, a moment suspended in time where their desires danced on the edge of fulfillment.

Erin didn't know why, but she panicked once those warm fingertips withdrew from her scalp, instead sliding from her neck to her flushed cheeks.

"Um," the therapist cleared her throat, "We should air out the room."

Alexia blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the interruption.

"Yeah," she nodded slowly, her warm palms finding their place on Erin's shoulders, fingers tracing circles on her pale skin. "Fresh air sounds good," she agreed quietly, her voice tinged with a hint of disappointment masked by a warm smile.

"And maybe a shower too," she added with a gentle tease, her thumbs brushing lightly across Erin's cheek, before she withdrew her hands fully, tired limbs resting on the pillows above her head.