Deja set the foil packet aside and then gripped his dick with both hands. Alejandro groaned and pushed his hips up into her hold. Deja’s back bowed with a shiver. She started pumping her hands up and down his shaft, stroking him slowly, running her thumb through his wet slit for a bit of lubrication and because his body shuddered each time she did that.

His fingers were still fucking her, and she was dripping into his palm, and now, she understood what he meant.

As much as she wanted them to get each other off with their hands, her pussy was as desperate for him as his dick was for her. Reluctantly, she released him, and his head fell back in a soft sigh. His fingers never stopped moving as she ripped open the condom and rolled it down his shaft.

“Ready?” she moaned, lifting onto her knees and then ducking as the top of her bun brushed the roof.

“For weeks,” he said, pulling his hand from between her legs.

Now both hands were squeezing her ass, and the wet grip of the new hand somehow turned Deja on even more. He used his hands to help her position herself over his dick. She rubbed the head of his cock against her clit and then up and down her slit, and they both moaned.

They made eye contact again when the fat head of his dick began to stretch her opening. Alejandro watched her with a heated stare and parted lips as she sank down onto him slow enough to tease them both. They reveled at how amazing it felt to be back together, savoring this moment. Deja swore she could feel every veiny ridge of Alejandro’s dick as he entered her, and she settled back into his lap.

“Hi,” he breathed again.

Deja laughed as she bent down to kiss him. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, sliding along his. Her right hand moved from his shoulder to his beard. She enjoyed the soft downy feel of his facial hair. She decided that she had to feel it on her pussy before he shaved it. Had. To.

But that would be for later. Right now, he squeezed her ass, and she began to ride him.

She started off slow, with controlled circles of her hips, but that didn’t last long. She was too hungry, and he felt the same. He squeezed her ass harder and scraped his teeth over her tongue. She shifted her legs to bring her knees up, and Alejandro moved along with her, resting his thighs under her ass and the backs of his hands against his jeans as he helped her to bounce up and down on top of him.

They were not subtle, and they did not care.