Deja slipped out of her heels and walked slowly but curiously into his living room.
Alejandro toed off his shoes – something he never did – and followed behind her. “Do you want something to drink? I’ve got water, wine, beer. I can make you coffee if you want,” he offered.
Deja turned toward him. She was holding her hands against her stomach, something he’d noticed she did when she was nervous. “Water’s fine,” she said in a soft voice.
He nodded and turned to the kitchen. He poured them each a glass of water and then closed his eyes, taking a couple of deep breaths to calm his nerves and his galloping heart. When he walked back into the living room, Deja was gone. Alejandro frowned. “Deja?”
“In your bedroom,” she called back. His grip on each glass tightened and his eyes widened.
The carpet muffled his steps down the hallway, but he felt each one as a boom in his ears. He took a deep breath before turning into his bedroom doorway and swallowed a moan when he saw and her.
She’d dimmed the lights, bathing the room in a warmth that seemed to bounce from Deja’s dark brown skin in brilliant swatches of orange that made every plane of her face and shoulders and calves seem severe and soft at the same time. Not for the first time since he’d met her, Deja’s beauty slapped him in the face. Deja was the kind of beautiful that hurt.
Alejandro’s heart pounded against his chest.
She was sitting at the foot of his bed chewing at her bottom lip. She’d crossed her legs and her right foot was bouncing in that familiar way he loved. Her eyes tentatively lifted to meet his gaze. “I was going to undress for you,” she said quietly. There was just the slightest hint of a southern drawl in her voice. He’d never heard that before and it made his dick jump with interest.
“Why didn’t you?” he rasped.
She licked her lips. “I thought that it would be more fun if you did that.”
“Shit,” he groaned.
Alejandro set the water glasses on top of his dresser and walked toward his bed, toward Deja. “I had no idea this date would end like this,” he admitted in a shaky voice. He wondered if she could hear the need in his words.
“Me neither,” she said, laughing nervously. “I- I hoped though.”
He smiled as he sat next to her and his bed dipped a bit. “Yeah,” he said, lifting his hand to brush a lock off her curly hair behind her ear, “I did too. This week has been…”
She smiled at him with wide eyes and dilated pupils, “The best fucking week I’ve had in a long while.”
“Yeah. Me too.”
Alejandro’s hand lingered on her skin. He caressed her earlobe and then down her neck. She sucked in a harsh breath as his fingers along her collar bone and his thumb dipped into the small depression at the base of her throat. He felt her swallow and it made his balls ache.
“We can stop or slow down,” he whispered.
“Is that what you want?” she asked, looking up at him through her eyelashes.
“I want what you want. I want you,” he admitted.
She exhaled at those three words and her eyes closed briefly.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said, his fingers ghosting over her décolletage, dipping just under the fabric of her dress to caress her cleavage.
“I don’t want to stop,” she breathed when she opened her eyes.
He was so relieved, and his dick began to swell and then she stood from his bed. He watched her with eagle eyes as she stood in front of him, her hands going to her stomach. He opened his legs in a clear invitation.
She smiled down at him and moved between his thighs.
His face was level with her breasts and his mouth watered at being so close to tasting new parts of her. She tentatively placed her hands on his shoulders and squeezed. He interpreted that small moment as a request for him to take control. He’d been waiting for that all night. He moved his hands to the backs of her knees.
Deja jumped. “I’m ticklish,” she admitted.
“Noted,” he said with a smile.
She swallowed loudly and started to pant softly. Alejandro watched her chest rise and fall as his hands drifted up the back of her legs. Her skin was soft and warm, and she trembled under his touch. She was perfect as far as he was concerned.
When his hands stopped at the back of her thighs and he squeezed, she let out the sexiest whimper he’d ever heard, and she squeezed again.
Her hands moved over his shoulders before her fingers sank into the hair at his nape. Alejandro shivered and continued his exploration under her skirt.
He palmed the soft cotton globes of her ass and he squeezed her as well. “I like this dress,” he whispered into her cleavage. “You never wear dresses to work.”
Her fingers tightened in his hair, “You noticed what I wear?”
“I notice everything about you, Deja,” he said, licking a path over her left nipple which had protruded slightly through her dress.
She shivered and moaned, and her fingernails scraped his scalp.
But when he looked at her, her mouth had turned down at the corners in an adorable frown. Her eyes skirted away from his as she spoke. “When I was a grad student, I wore a dress to class once. It was a hot as fuck spring day and the building I was teaching in didn’t have any air conditioning. It was my favorite dress, professional, not too tight or short or anything. I had to give that lecture again the next week because all my male students spent the entire class staring at my legs like I had four of them or something. I haven’t worn a dress on campus since.”
Alejandro sighed and shook his head. He moved forward and pressed his mouth against her chest. “I’m sorry,” he whispered against the fabric of her dress.
“You don’t have to apologize,” Deja said lightly. “But thank you.”
He moved his hands from underneath her skirt and then smoothed it down her legs reverently. He placed a tender kiss on her shoulder and squeezed her waist, and he noted a small metal zipper at her left hip. He nudged it with his index finger and lifted his eyes to Deja’s face.
She smiled shyly and nodded. “God, yes,” she breathed.
Alejandro kept his eye son her as he moved his index finger up the zipper until he found the pull and then he moved it down her body. Her breathing got heavier and her nipples seem to get harder as the teeth of the zipper separated and her dress loosened.
He nudged her backward as he stood. His hands moved toward her neck and he slipped the straps of her dress over her dress. He dug just his fingertips under the fabric and groaned as he pushed her dress down her torso and over her hips until it fell in a heap at their feet.
Once she was standing in front of him with in just her bra and lace underwear, Deja giggled and covered her face with her hands.
Alejandro grabbed her wrists gently and placed her palms against his chest. “Don’t hide now. Where’s the girl who invited herself over and into my bedroom? I liked her a lot,” he teased.
She groaned when his hands moved to her ribcage as he leaned down to suck her bottom lip into his mouth.
It was his turn to groans as she dug her short nails into his pectorals before circling her arms around his neck and pulling his mouth closer. He smiled against her lips and kissed her in deep, strokes of his tongue and with firm pressure firm his lips as hands moved around her back to the clasp of her bra.
Deja licked into his mouth and smiled back, tightening her arms around his neck, encouraging him to keep going.
He undid her bra with sure, warm fingers.
She let go of him just long enough to let her bra fall down her arms and fling it carelessly away. As soon as they were free Alejandro cupped her small breasts with his hands, feeling the hard points of her nipples in his palms.
Goosebumps covered her skin and she pulled his mouth to hers just as another moan escaped her lips.
He licked after that sound, wanting to taste every inch of her; planning to taste every inch of her. Before they could sink back into that kiss,
he moved his hands back to her waist and spun her in his arms. He pulled Deja’s body back against his and couldn’t help but grind his growing erection against the curve of her ass. He’d been hard all night. Hell, he’d been hard since Wednesday and just feeling her soft ass against his dick made him groan right into her ear.
She shivered and cupped the back of his head, keeping his mouth at her ear.
He moved his hands up her sides slowly, focusing on touching every bit of her skin.
“Fuck,” she whispered.
“Soon,” he breathed back with a smile against her cheek.
When his hand flattened on her stomach, they both tilted their heads to look down her body. They watched as his hands moved up her body to cup her small breasts, holding them, squeezing them, circling her areolas, teasing her, getting her off.
“Touch me,” she pleaded.
“I am touching you, Deja.”
She growled and whimpered in frustration and he loved that unique mix of demanding submission, He rewarded her by moving his thumbs and index fingers to pinch her nipples and she moaned so loud he felt it ripple through his body from the ends of his hair to the tip of his dick.
She squirmed in his hold as he alternated between pinching and rolling her nipples, grinding her ass back into him in desperation.
“Can you come like this?” Alejandro asked in a husky voice.
She shook her head quickly, desperately.
He nodded and kissed her softly on the cheek. He released her nipples and she gasped for air with a whimper. Alejandro sank back onto the bed, pulling Deja into his lap. She tried to sit demurely, legs together, but he shook his head and clapped his palms against her thighs gently, but with enough force that the sharp sound filled the room. He pushed her legs open to bracket his thighs and then spread his own legs to open her further.
Deja squirmed in his lap and smiled excitedly.
Alejandro had spent so many nights thinking about what he would do if he ever got Deja Evans in his bed and now that she was, he didn’t want to miss a single opportunity. He wanted to feel every shiver and shudder, taste every moan, swipe his tongue along every part of her, and feel her wet excitement on his fingertips. Alejandro wanted to savor her after so long waiting.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and held her steady in his lap and they both watched as his other hand charted a path between her breasts, over her ribs and down her stomach. They watched as he swirled his index finger around her belly button.
Deja huffed out a breathy laugh.
“I didn’t imagine you had an outie in my dreams,” he said, absentmindedly.
“Guess you’ll have to correct that the next time you dream about me,” she panted.
His hand started to move again, playing with the edge of her underwear before he cupped her sex roughly.
She was grinding in his hold and he reveled in the feeling of her weight on top of his dick as she rolled her hips, trying to press her pussy against his palm. “Please,” she begged.
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 cotton 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 mouth 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.
8.
Deja bolted awake, nearly naked and disoriented in a strange, but comfortable bed.
“Calm down, Deja,” Alejandro whispered, reminding her of where she was.
She grabbed handfuls of his comforter and clutched it to her chest as she turned to him. Her brain was still sluggish from sleep, but it booted up quickly once she saw him reclining against his pillows next to her. He had a stack of essays in his lap and a blue ink pen clutched in his right hand. While she was unconscious, he’d changed into a pair of gray sweatpants and a simple white t-shirt that hugged his pectorals and surprisingly built arms. She’d never seen him look so casual, not even the one time she’d run into him at the grocery store and not even in his “casual” date attire. He was always so well put together always that seeing him without a button up shirt or at least a crisp tailored pant made him look almost like an entirely different person; still fine as hell, but not quite so unattainable. But it was the glasses that did her in. She’d seen him in glasses before, every now and then, but somehow in the soft light of his bedroom, in his white t-shirt and sweats, the thick, black frames seemed to accentuate the soft planes of his cheekbones and his adorably round chin. They made his stubble seem darker and his lips look fuller. The whole image made her want to crawl into his lap and gently take them from his face before she kissed the daylights out of him. The fact that she was waking up to that image of him in his bed didn’t hurt either.
“How long was I asleep?” she asked in a small voice as she tried to calmly smooth her hair.
“Not long. About forty minutes,” he said casually, putting the cap on his pen.
“Forty minutes. Fuck I- I’m sorry. I don’t usually fall asleep after foreplay. Or in stranger’s beds. On the first date.” She looked at her watch. “Before ten pm,” she added, embarrassed.
She watched as he turned to the place the essays and pen on the nightstand next to him. The muscles in his back moved deliciously under his t-shirt and she realized that her mouth was dry. When he turned back around, he held a glass of water out to her.
“Drink this.”
Her fingers brushed his as she took the glass from his hand. “Thanks.”
“You don’t have to apologize, by the way,” he said. “It’s been a long week. I had to take a nap after my last class to even be able to take you out to dinner, so I get it. We’re old.”
Deja swallowed water down her windpipe as she tried to laugh and swallow at the same time only to dissolve into a coughing fit.
Alejandro managed not to laugh at her as he took the water from her hand and rubbed her back, but his smile was adorable. “Sorry, no more jokes while you’re swallowing.” His voice was dry and teasing.
She rubbed the tears from her eyes and frowned. “Oh my god, I’m a train wreck,” she rasped. “I’m not usually this terrible a date.” She looked at him with big wet eyes but then frowned. “Actually, I’m not sure that’s true. I don’t think I’ve ever been this bad before, but it’s been a while. Maybe I’m rusty.”
Alejandro’s smile widened as Deja tried not to start coughing again and word vomited about how said her life was. And when she was done making a fool of herself – hopefully – he handed the glass back to her.
She took slow sips of water this time and refused to meet his eyes.
“This is the best date I’ve had in a while,” he said, pulling her eyes back to his.
“That only makes sense if it’s your first date ever,” she quipped and then shook her head. “No, please don’t respond to that.
I don’t actually want to know about your dating life. I’m not trying to pry. It’s too much. Too soon.”
“That’s fine. We have a lot of time,” he offered carefully. “But if you are ever interested, I’m an open book.” The mattress depressed by Deja’s right hip under his fist and the weight of his shifting body. Her eyes moved to his hand, so close to her bare leg, and she shivered. “In the meantime,” he whispered, letting that sentence dangle between them. The air crackled with tension and possibility.
Deja lifted her eyes to his slowly. She felt self-conscious and unsure, but not in the ways she normally did; feelings fed by loneliness and insecurity. No, the goosebumps slowly erupting on her body – starting on the hip closest to Alejandro’s hand – were about anything but insecurity. If anything, when she locked eyes with Alejandro and saw the naked hunger in his gaze and the almost casual, but deeply suggestive, smile on his face made she felt powerful for the first time in ways she hadn’t in years. And oddly enough, that power was more disorienting than feeling weak.
“Why don’t you wear your glasses more often?” she blurted out.
“I prefer contacts,” he said with a shrug. “Glasses make me look…” He let the sentence trail off with a sheepish grin and another shrug.
Deja’s brow furrowed and she tilted her head to the left peering at him with disbelief. “Hot? Is the next word you were going to say hot? Or fine? Or beautiful? Sexy?”
A warm blush spread across his cheeks and he bit his bottom lip to stem the laughter she could see building in his chest.
She was equal parts exasperated at him for insinuating his glasses weren’t literally the equivalent of makeup on an already beautiful woman and charmed as hell by shyness she’d never seen on his face before.
“No one’s ever called me beautiful,” he said, shifting that hand closer to her leg. He started rubbing circles on her skin again. She’d never been with someone so casually affectionate. She liked it, a whole fucking lot.
“Bullshit,” she said in an airy whisper.
Alejandro chuckled lightly and Deja’s stomach clenched at the brief flash of his tongue between his lips. She lifted her hand to his face, settling her palm against his left cheek. Alejandro’s laughter slowly petered away, and he rubbed his stubbled jaw against her palm.
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