“I love it when you say my name like that,” she breathed.

He grabbed her right thigh, squeezed, and pushed it down toward the bed, opening her fully to him. “Like what?” he asked.

“Like I’m making it hard for you to stay calm,” she said as she moved her wet finger along her lips to circle her clit just as the tip of Alejandro’s dick tapped at her opening.

“Fuck!” Her moan was a shouted, surprised, but satisfied cry.

“That’s exactly how I feel,” he said and then pushed inside her in one long, slow press.

When he was in her to the hilt, he grabbed her other thigh and squeezed, pushing her thighs to the bed.

The spread hurt deliciously. She’d never felt so exposed or so full as she did in that moment. “Shit,” she breathed.

“Yeah,” he whispered back to her, and she could hear that he was as far gone as her.

“Keep touching yourself,” he demanded, his eyes shifting between her face and between her legs where he was filling her up.

Deja was more than happy to obey. She gently rubbed at her clit as Alejandro began to pump into her as slowly and deliberately as he seemed to do everything else.

She felt every inch of him enter until his balls rested against her ass and then retreat, her own sex pulsing and clenching at him to keep him inside. Deja hadn’t had bad sex before him per se, but she’d never had anyone work her over so thoroughly before. It was exquisite.

But she wanted to feel his weight on top of her again. She moved her finger down her lips, and then, when he was almost fully inside her, she grabbed him at the base and squeezed.

“Holy fuck,” he hissed and doubled over her. His fingers dug into her thighs, and she wondered if it would bruise and how she might feel about that.

Next time, she thought to herself and pulled him on top of her.

His hips jerked, and he started fucking her from this new angle, not as deep but harder. She slipped her finger into his mouth so he could taste her pussy. When he released her finger, she cradled the back of his head — scratching gently at his scalp — and pulled him into another kiss. She didn’t think she’d ever get sick of kissing him.

Alejandro’s lips slowly caressed Deja’s mouth, and his tongue massaged her own as he rocked his hips against her in hard thrusts that made her moan each time.

They fucked each other slowly for what felt like hours until their bodies were covered with sweat, and their moans mingled in their kiss, and Deja’s body was shuddering with her coming orgasm.

“You’re close. I can feel it,” he groaned against her mouth.

She was too incoherent to do anything but nod.