She shivered and cupped the back of his head, keeping his mouth at her ear.

He moved his hands up her sides slowly, focusing on touching every bit of her skin.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

“Soon,” he breathed back with a smile against her cheek.

When his hand flattened on her stomach, they both tilted their heads to look down her body. They watched as his hands moved up to cup her small breasts, holding them, squeezing them, circling her areolas, teasing her, getting her off.

“Touch me,” she pleaded.

“I am touching you, Deja.”

She growled and whimpered in frustration, and he loved that unique mix of demanding submission. He rewarded her by moving his thumbs and index fingers to pinch her nipples, and she moaned so loud he felt it ripple through his body from the ends of his hair to the tip of his dick.

She squirmed in his hold as he alternated between pinching and rolling her nipples, grinding her ass back into him in desperation.

“Can you come like this?” Alejandro asked in a husky voice.

She shook her head quickly, desperately.

He nodded and kissed her softly on the cheek. He released her nipples, and she gasped for air with a whimper. Alejandro sank back onto the bed, pulling Deja into his lap. She tried to sit demurely, legs together, but he shook his head and clapped his palms against her thighs gently, but with enough force that the sharp sound filled the room. He pushed her legs open to bracket his thighs and then spread his own legs to open her further.

Deja squirmed in his lap and smiled excitedly.

Alejandro had spent so many nights thinking about what he would do if he ever got Deja Evans in his bed, and now that she was, he didn’t want to miss a single opportunity. He wanted to feel every shiver and shudder, taste every moan, swipe his tongue along every part of her, and feel her wet excitement on his fingertips. Alejandro wanted to savor her after so long waiting.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and held her steady in his lap, and they both watched as his other hand charted a path between her breasts, over her ribs, and down her stomach. They watched as he swirled his index finger around her belly button.

Deja huffed out a breathy laugh.

“I didn’t imagine you had an outie in my dreams,” he said, absentmindedly.

“Guess you’ll have to correct that the next time you dream about me,” she panted.

His hand started to move again, playing with the edge of her underwear before he cupped her sex roughly.

She was grinding in his hold, and he reveled in the feeling of her weight on top of his dick as she rolled her hips, trying to press her pussy against his palm. “Please,” she begged.