I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks as my body took everything he could give it. This was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. If there was a heaven, then this was it.
I wrenched my lips from his as I felt my orgasm bursting through me like a river breaching a dam. There was a rush of warm liquid, stronger than anything I had ever felt before. It gushed out of me, soaking the two of us and the bed sheets. I gasped for air as my entire body shook and my head started to spin. What the hell was that? It was so freaking intense!
‘Fuck, Alana,’ Alejandro hissed through gritted teeth and for a second, I was worried that I’d done something wrong. ‘As if I don’t spend enough of my time fucking you, or thinking about fucking you, and now I find out you’re a squirter. Jesus Christ, princess, you’re going to be the fucking death of me.’
‘Is that good?’ I breathed as I tried to regain some sense of reality.
‘Good? It’s fucking incredible.’
He picked up his pace then, the wet sounds of him moving in and out of me reverberating around the bedroom.
A few moments later, he growled and cursed in Spanish as he found his own climax. I smiled as I watched him coming apart for me, his eyes rolling back into his head and his mouth open in ecstasy. He had lost complete control and I loved that I could do that to him.
As we lay together, catching our breaths, Alejandro draped one of his heavy arms over me and pulled me closer to him. He nuzzled my neck and I ran my hand through his thick, dark hair, curling a lock of it around the tip of my index finger.
‘So, fucking my girl nice and slow makes her squirt?’ he said with a soft sigh. ‘Does this mean I’m going to have to change my position on fucking as a whole now?’
‘No, I love the other way too.’
He groaned out loud before sinking his teeth into my neck. I threw my head back to give him easier access. ‘I’m going to fuck you every single way there is, princess, don’t worry,’ he growled. Then he moved his head to look into my eyes. ‘How the fuck did you end up with a monster like me, Alana?’
‘You stole me, remember?’ I said with a smile.
‘Hmm. And I’m never giving you back.’
‘Good,’ I whispered. ‘I don’t want to go back.’
I don’t know what flashed through his eyes when I said that, but it looked like a mixture of pain and sadness and I wondered if I could take back my words.
‘Lo eres todo para mi,’ he said softly. Before I could ask him what that meant, he silenced me with one of his deep, breath-taking kisses.
The following morning, Alejandro had left early for work. I looked at the empty space in the bed beside me where he should be and felt an aching for him that took me completely by surprise. The previous day had been incredible, and I wasn’t sure that any of my defenses against the king of L.A were still intact.
I walked into the kitchen to see Magda taking some fresh pastries out of the oven. ‘Magda, your cooking is going to make me fat,’ I said with a grin as I walked over and inhaled the delicious smell.
‘Dulce niña, you will never get fat. Magda will not let you,’ she said with a wag of her finger.
I laughed as I helped myself to a cup of coffee. Magda was sixty three years old and as fit as a fiddle. She did yoga every afternoon in the garden, and sometimes I joined her. Although I preferred Bikram to her Hatha.
‘Hey, Magda, can you tell me whatlo eres todo para mi, means?’
She looked at me and her whole face softened as she smiled. I often asked her to translate the snippets of Spanish conversation that I heard around the house. I was going to learn the language eventually, but I hadn’t found a class yet.
‘It means,you are everything to me,’ she replied.
I felt my heart leap into my throat. That was what Alejandro had said to me last night?
Surely, I had misheard him? Or if I had heard him right, he must have been caught up in the moment. That was what I told myself, but despite that, I walked out of the kitchen with a huge smile on my face and a spring in my step.
I was everything to him.