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Ugh! This sucks.I’ve never even been in a relationship, so I’ve never had the opportunity to be insecure.This sucks!I feel bad for insecure women. This is literally the worst feeling. The thought of Alejo cheating on me is lachrymose and makes me want to puke. Him touching another woman and taking her the way he’s taken me. No, I need to stop. It’ll drive me insane if I keep thinking like this.
Finally, toward the end of the movie, I begin to drift off. I’m only half asleep when I feel rough fingers giving me gentle strokes along my bare arm and in my hair. It reminds me of the way Alejo touches me. With his calloused fingers and even his calloused heart, he sure can be gentle and sweet sometimes with his amorous caressing.
“Irma, my love,” I hear him whisper to me in my dreams. Then the bed dips, and I’m rolled onto my back. His lips begin to kiss trails along my neck and my collarbone. I love these kinds of dreams. They’re so much better than the reality because I don’t have to hold back in my dreams. I don’t have to put a wall up around my heart. I can let myself go with no consequences.
Letting out a moan, I arch my back, begging him to put my nipples in his mouth. When I feel his hot breath and warm tongue begin to caress them, I realize I am definitely not dreaming. My eyes fly open, and I find Alejo doing exactly what he was doing in my dream. “Alejo,” I rasp, and his eyes roll up to meet mine, my nipple still in his mouth as he twirls his tongue around it.
He climbs back up my body and kisses me hard on the mouth. I thread my fingers into his long dark hair and fist it. “I missed you,mi amor,” he mutters into my mouth.
I missed you too.I don’t say the words out loud. Instead, I answer him by searing his lips with mine again and force him to fuck me until we both collapse, gasping for air. Me in his arms as he wraps himself around my body from behind, making me feel even smaller than I am.
He kisses the damp hair at my temple and then nuzzles his face into the back of my head. “How was your trip?” I ask after a few silent moments.
“It was uneventful. How was your day? What did you do?”
I sigh, realizing I won’t get anything out of him about his trip. I really want to straight-up ask him, “Were you with another woman today?” but I can’t. I’m too chickenshit. To either voice the question or get the answer I don’t want to hear.
“Mainly hung out with Lucas. Went to the gym, then the beach, then ended up in the theater room drinking and watchingThe Office.” Basically, uneventful, just like most days. “So, are you really going to take me to Havana tomorrow?”
He chuckles. “Would I lie to you,mi amor?”
I turn my head to peer at him over my shoulder. He had his eyes closed, but he peels them open to look at me. “I don’t know. Would you?”
“Never,” he says without hesitation and his stare unwavering. He’s either telling the truth or an amazing actor.
I turn my head back and burrow my head farther into the pillow. “Good.”
“Now, let’s get some sleep. I have to be up early to get some work done before we can venture off of the estate.”
Biting my lip, I shimmy a little in excitement, and my ass accidentally rubs against his groin. He growls and bumps me back. “Behave,mi esposa,” he warns in his playful tone that is rare and that I love.
Rolling my lips in, biting back a grin, I do it again. This time on purpose. With lightning speed, he has me pinned on my back, my arms stretched above my head. He stares down at me with a Cheshire-cat grin, his eyes ablaze. “Apparently, I didn’t fuck you into enervation like I intended to,” he growls, and begins to attack my neck, making me squirm and squeal in delight. But my giggles quickly die down when he switches to tender licks and caresses, moving down my body once again.
He ends up between my legs, releasing my wrists along the way. “You are my addiction, Irma. I can’t get enough of you.”
I fist the sheets at my sides as he breathes heavily against my pulsating sex. I wish I could just give in and tell him I feel the same way. Every minute without him, my skin itches. Today was torture. Suffering from anxiety, craving my next fix. I actually feel a little bad for addicts.
He continues to tease me by breathing heavily and barely grazing me. He has my hips pinned down to the mattress, so I can’t shove my pussy in his mouth like I’m dying to do. “Alejo,” I pant. “Please,” I beg him.
“What do you need,mi amor?” His voice vibrates against my pussy, making me throb with need.
“I need you to put me out of my misery. Now,” I plead with him, barely above a whisper. Embarrassed at my own words, but cannot find the dignity inside of me to take them back.
His eyes lock with mine for a long moment as my breasts rise and fall with every breath I take. Something I’ve caught weak flickers of a few times appears in his eyes, but what I just saw was more than a flicker. It was a look that burned like an inferno. But as soon as I caught it, it was gone within a blink, and then he focused on devouring me. Swallowing me whole. My body tries to fly off the bed, but he anchors me down, hooking his arms under and over my upper thighs and his hands clamping my hips.
As if he needs more, he cranks my knees up and spreads them even wider, so that I’m wide open for him. On display, spread out like a buffet. I flinch a little when I feel his tongue at my back entrance, swirling his tongue around the tight rim then gliding it up my seam and repeating the motion. “Are you a virgin here?” He pokes at my back hole with his finger then dips it in.
Clenching my ass cheeks, I try to squirm away. “Yes,” I hiss, conflicted with feelings of fear and excitement.
He rumbles against my pussy while dipping his finger in farther, not letting me get away. “Well, I won’t push you today, my love. When you’re ready, I’ll take you here.” And with that, he pushes that single digit all the way in and leaves it there while soaking my quivering core with his lips and tongue. Even with his finger in that tight hole, I’m spiraling toward pure ecstasy, and I scream his name, or at least something that sounds like it. Next, I’m plummeting back down, and he violently thrusts his cock inside of me, stealing my breath. Like he does every time. Even when he eases into me with tenderness, it takes my breath away.
His long and languid thrusts and pulls are contrary to the way he speared into me. His eyes connect with mine as he continues to make love to me. We’ve looked at each other while having sex before, plenty of times, but he doesn’t hold my gaze like he is doing now. Not for this long. It’s messing with my head and pulling at the strings attached to my heart. I don’t like it, but I can’t seem to look away. I can’t even blink, because I’m afraid it’ll sever the connection. I can literally feel the walls I built around my heart begin to tremble and come close to crumbling. I cannot let that happen. I cannot fall for my husband. Fisting his hair, I pull him down and fuse my lips to his mouth and kiss the hell out of him, weakening that link.
He gives me a second orgasm, and before I’m coming down from it, he releases his seed inside of me. Flooding my protected womb.
The next morning, I wake up deliciously sore and alone. Alejo did mention he would have to do a few hours of work before we could leave. Hopefully I have some time to myself for a while. I really need to do some thinking. Last night was just too much. It’s been so easy to remember exactly why I cannot fall in love with Alejo, but last night I could not think of one good reason as I stared into his eyes. All I could remember was that I was not supposed to. That I’m supposed to stay guarded around him.
Getting up and out of bed stark naked, I stretch my limbs and slip into my short silky robe. Walking over to a pair of French doors, I draw back the curtains and bask in the sunlight. I step out onto the terrace and into beautiful weather and close my eyes when I reach the edge, breathing in the salty air. This place is paradise to most people; to me, it’s my beautiful prison. I feel like Rapunzel locked away at the top of a tower. And instead of an evil witch or even a dragon, I’m trapped by a beautiful monster. An evil king. Although, I’m not so sure he’s as evil as I first thought. Maybe not evil at all. Not necessarily good, but not totally bad.
