Alejandro could feel her wet pussy through her underwear, and he pushed his index finger into the wet fabric, between her folds, before finally moving the damp fabric aside. He kissed her shoulder as he ran two fingers up and down her sex. They were immediately coated in her juices.

Deja watched as he brought his hand to his lips and sucked them into his mouth.

“God, you’re sexy,” she moaned as she leaned forward to lick his fingers and lips, pulling a groan from his throat.

When he moved his hand back down her body, he was done going slow. He pushed those wet two fingers inside her at the same time as he sucked her tongue into his mouth. Her pussy shuddered around his digits as he pumped in and out of her with deep strokes.

She cried out when he added a third finger and ground the heel of his hand against her clit. Alejandro watched her face intently as he fucked her with his fingers. He drank in her cries and rubbed his fingertips against her soft, wet center when she began to quiet down. He wanted her loud and desperate. He wanted her to finally let go.

And then she did. “Fuck. Oh fuckfuckfuckfuck,” she screamed in breathy whispers and then a final high-pitched moan.

He held her as she whimpered and shuddered and then went limp in his arms.

Alejandro squinted down at her. “Deja?” he said, pulling his fingers from her sex. “What the fuck?” he breathed into his quiet bedroom, Deja’s soft snores rumbling from her chest.

Eight

Deja bolted awake, nearly naked and disoriented in a strange, but comfortable bed.

“Calm down, Deja,” Alejandro whispered, reminding her of where she was.