slut - Alexia Putellas

37.

good evening.

just in case some of you don't know how long it takes to write chapters or stuff like this, let me tell you that this chapter 37. took me around 7 hours.

i hope you're ready for this. have a great time and enjoy reading. ☕️✍🏼

And there was no need for Erin to repeat her request.

"My pleasure," Alexia murmured in between fervent kisses, her hands gripping Erin's thighs firmly, fingers trailing provocatively along the therapist's curves, before lifting her from the couch with a powerful surge.

"Ale," the blonde panted, pausing to voice her concern as Alexia effortlessly carried her towards the bedroom, "Your knee. Take it easy."

"Shh," the Ballon D'Or winner insisted, her voice a low growl of desire against Erin's lips as they moved past the bedroom door.

Tongues tangled, and slender arms tightened around Alexia's neck as the captain guided them to the mattress, pulling Erin into her lap as she sat, mirroring their intimate position on the couch.

"I couldn't care less about my knee right now," Alexia breathed, her tone heavy with desire as she straightened up, fingers deftly working on the zipper of the therapist's dress. With her other hand tangled in the blonde strands of hair at the nape of Erin's neck, she whispered urgently, "I need you. Now."

"Take the lead," Erin mumbled, her voice muffled by their kisses, and she moaned softly as Alexia's warm palms peeled the thin fabric off her shoulders, pushing the straps down her arms, before warm hands find their way to the blonde's hips, gripping them, urging her backward.

"Stand."

Alexia's command was unequivocal, firm yet tinged with desire, leaving no room for debate.

The therapist complied instinctively, pushing herself away from the Ballon D'Or winner and rising to her feet, the dress sliding down her slender form, gracefully pooling at her ankles as she stood.

She stepped out of it with a deliberate motion, casting it aside without a second thought.

"I want you naked," Alexia murmured, her voice low and husky as she nodded towards the blonde's slip, her eyes devouring every inch of Erin's body from where she sat at the edge of the bed.

Her hands rested firmly on her knees, back straight, posture impeccable, bleached hair gathered up high, her hazel eyes darkened, almost black, with raw desire.

Alexia looked so hot like that.

Incredibly hot.

"Consider it done, ma'am," Erin affirmed, complying to the captain's wishes without a hint of resistance.

Hooking her fingers into the delicate laced fabric of her slip, she locked eyes with Alexia as she bent forward, gradually easing the garment down her slender legs.

"Delectable doesn't even begin to describe you, Bonita."

The Ballon D'Or winners voice was dripping with desire and possessiveness, her tongue gliding along her lips as dark eyes savored the therapist's every move. She watched intently as Erin stepped out of the fabric, casting it aside with a confident flick of her wrist.

"So delectable that you're satisfied just watching?"

Of course it was a challenge Alexia welcomed with a knowing smirk.

The playful tone in Erin's voice was evident, only stirring a desire to assert her dominance.

"Approach," she directed, arms opened wide, her gaze piercing as dark eyes locked with Erin's once the blonde stepped forward and closed the distance, standing between Alexia's parted legs at the edge of the bed.