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"—Yes. Yes, of course. But it might be a little late. Is that ok?"

Heather sighed impatiently. Alejandro had been on the phone with his boss for the past ten minutes, and she was very horny. She sat on the couch next to him. Heather waited patiently all day. She could hardly focus during work because all she thought about were Alejandro's hands on her. It was rather frustrating for her to feel that constant ache between her legs for hours on end. She even controlled herself when she took a shower because she knew Alejandro would be home soon. And now that Alejandro was busy, she had to wait even longer.

"I plan to acquire the resume by Friday. I could not have it printed out today because our printers were down." Alejandro paused as his boss spoke on the other end of the line. "Mhm. Yes, I understand. I will explain to the client that his resume may be late."

Heather rolled her eyes up to the ceiling. Maybe this will distract me. Less than a minute later, she gave up. Heather scooted next to her boyfriend and laid her head on his shoulder.

"I think I've got everything down as far as recruiting new workers." Alejandro gave Heather's thigh a light squeeze, frustrating her further. A devious smirk appeared on her face when she got an idea. Maybe I don't have to wait if he can be quiet.

Heather started planting slow, fervent kisses down Alejandro's neck. She lifted her legs and placed them on top of his.

"I—remember I am training our newest employee tomorrow," Alejandro stammered breathlessly. Heather laughed against his skin. She gently sucked, leaving barely-visible hickeys. "Y-yes, my shift begins at 8:00 am." Alejandro laid his head back. He tried to fight it, but that struggle didn't last long. She is being so aggravating right now. In the best way...

Alejandro let out a long, contented sigh. His eyes widened when he realized he was still on the phone, and his hand flew over his mouth. "Mr. Burromuerto, are you ok?" Alejandro's boss asked from the phone. Heather held her breath so that she wouldn't fall over laughing.

"Sí, yes, I'm fine!" Alejandro swallowed hard, giving his girlfriend a pleading look. His entire body felt hot, and the bulge in his jeans grew by the second.

"Shh," Heather held her finger over her lips. She leaned back in and lightly nibbled his ear.

Alejandro took deep breaths while his boss spoke to him. "Mr. Burromuerto. Seriously, are you well? We can have this conversation another time. Do you need the day off tomorrow?"

"No! No, I-I promise, everything is fine," Alejandro answered. I wish Heather would stop, but I don't want her to stop!

Heather "walked" her fingers across Alejandro's shoulder up to the back of his neck. The sensation sent shivers down his spine. He shuddered, much to Heather's delight. She trailed tiny wet marks down his jawline and went back to his neck, this time licking.

Alejandro gasped. Fuck. "I—I'll be on the resumes starting tomorrow."

"Mr. Burromuerto, this phone call is very important. If you aren't in a state to be completely present right now, we can pick this up tomorrow morning," his boss said.

"No, I—"

"It's ok. Go enjoy yourself," his boss muttered.

Alejandro's face turned beet red. Before he could say anything back, his boss hung up the phone. Alejandro turned to Heather with a shocked expression.

Heather's face fell. "—Oh my god, did you get in trouble?"

"I don't—I don't think so?" Alejandro sputtered, looking at his lock screen. "He just told me to go enjoy myself. I do not know what to make of that."

Heather blushed. "Are you serious?"

"Dead serious."

"—Holy shit!"

"On a more serious note, do you think you're getting away with this?" Alejandro smirked, running his hand up her leg.

"That was the whole point," Heather giggled. "I've been so desperate all day."

"All day?" Alejandro nuzzled his nose against her neck.

"Yeah—all day—" Heather panted. Alejandro moved his hand to her inner thigh. Heather grabbed his hand and guided it towards her womanhood.

"Whoa, not so fast," Alejandro said with a devilish grin. "We have got to work on your patience, chica."

"Oh god, Alejandro, please don't do this," Heather whimpered. "I've been patient for hours."

"I know, but this will be worth it. Trust me." Alejandro kissed her neck.

Heather sucked in a breath. "You're so stupid. Why would I trust you?"

"Because you looove me." Alejandro slid the arm of her green pajama shirt off of her shoulder. He began to lick her skin in slow circles.

"Ugh, don't do that there," Heather muttered, begetting a low chuckle from her boyfriend.

"Patience, mi amor." Alejandro kissed back up her neck to her ear and leaned in close. "Unless you can show me how much you want it and beg me."

Chill bumps exploded all over Heather's skin. "Alejandro—please." Her face flushed red.

"Please what, señorita?" Alejandro hissed seductively, rubbing her lower back.

"Please touch me." Heather's mouth flew open at the sensation of his teeth gently nipping her neck.

"Touch you where?" His hot breath tickled her ear.

"Fucking hell, you know," she snapped.

"No, I do not. Not unless you tell me," Alejandro replied smugly.

"Touch my fucking vagina, jerk," Heather said.

"Mmm, I liked the assertive tone. I just need more specifics," Alejandro replied.

Heather clenched her jaw. "What else could you possibly want?!" She squirmed irritably.

"You know, there are many parts to the vagina. Please let me know which parts to touch."

Heather took a deep breath and let it out. "I hate you so much."

"I love you too." Alejandro twirled the ends of her dark hair with his fingers.

"Rub my clit. Or at least finger me. Fuck, please!" Heather's voice came out whiny.

"How would you like me to rub your clit, amor?"

By now, Heather was beyond desperate. The throbbing around her heat was starting to become painful for her. "Do it in circles, and do it fast," she demanded sharply.

Alejandro snaked his hand under her pants and rested his middle finger right on her clit. "Before I begin, what's the magic word?"

"Alejandro!!!" Heather ground her hips against his finger.

"Come on, say it."

"PLEASE! Oh my god, PLEASE!" She pleaded at the top of her lungs. "Alejandro, please just give me an orgasm!! Please, it fucking hurts!!"

"As you wish." He smiled, quickly rubbing her with all of his fingers.

Heather let out a huge sigh of relief. "Oh yeah—oh my god, yes! Please, please don't stop!" She gripped his forearm as he continued to rub her. Alejandro slid his free hand up her shirt and squeezed her breast. "Yes, yeah—keep your hands where they are!" She moaned. He complied, looking her in the eyes with lust and love. Her pleasure-filled sounds and expressions made him incredibly happy.

Alejandro leaned down, kissing her passionately. "Mmm, baby, please—harder." Heather could hardly form a complete sentence. He nodded and put more pressure on her clit.

Heather arched her back and clenched all the muscles in her body as her pleasure skyrocketed. She gripped into Alejandro's shoulder.

Alejandro looked into her eyes, syncing his breath with her's. He frantically pulled up her shirt and placed multiple kisses on her breasts. Heather closed her eyes. "Oh baby, yes, keep going."

"Yeah?" Alejandro said breathlessly, just as lost in it as she was. "¿se siente bien?"
*Translation: "Does that feel good?"

"Mhm," Heather nodded quickly. She knew what Alejandro asked her because he frequently said it during sex. "Oh my god," her moans became louder. "Fuck!"

Alejandro stuck a finger inside her. "Oh my god, fuck, Heather. You are soaking wet. You must've been like this all day..." He slid another finger in. Heather gasped, and her mouth flew open at the feeling of fullness. "...Desperately aching for me," Alejandro whispered huskily. "You wanted any part of me inside you so badly." He rubbed his thumb over her nipple multiple times. "And you wanted me to touch you until you cum. I want you to cum, Heather. Can you release for me, beautiful?"

"Y-yeah," Heather whimpered. "Oh god—don't fucking stop!" Alejandro rubbed and fingered her even faster. "Ahhh, yes, that's it."

"Is that it? Is that perfect, hermosa? Will this make you cum?"

"Yes—oh god, oh god!!" Heather cried out at a high pitch. "A-Alejandro—!" She threw her head back. Waves of pleasure hit her and traveled throughout her body. Her legs shook uncontrollably as her body tried to withstand the intense sensation.

Alejandro kissed and caressed Heather while she rode out her orgasm. He paid attention to her body language and removed his fingers when she started twitching uncomfortably. "Mmm, does that feel better, ángel?" Alejandro rested his forehead against her sweat-drenched one and wrapped his arms around her tiny frame.

"Mhm." Heather nodded, exhausted. Alejandro kissed her lips. "I love you," she mumbled sweetly.

"Mmm, I love you too," Alejandro said. He thought back to when she told him she was hurting. "Were you really in a lot of pain when I was teasing you?" He frowned.

Heather laughed. "It wasn't like an injury pain. It was like the torturous pain you get when you really need to have sex."

"Oh, I know that feeling. It is actually painful for us men sometimes," Alejandro said, lightly scratching Heather's thighs.

"Then let's go shower together. I need to again because I'm sweating, and I want to return the favor." Heather smirked.

"That sounds perfect, hermosa."