Spices (FIRST DRAFT) ~ An Alejandro and Alfred Story

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I don't know how much time passed after that, but I woke up again to Alejandro softly stroking my hair, brushing out any small tangles, or massaging my scalp with his fingertips. He tiredly mumbled my name a few times, and I hmm'd in response after the third or fourth one.

"I love how you grew out your hair. It's so nice." His voice was deep and almost inaudible.

I almost fell asleep again from his gentle touch and rubbed my eyes before answering," My dad's been up my ass about cutting it, though. I'm trying to stall as much as possible."

He gets a better grip on my hair and tugs it so my head turns to look at him, but it doesn't hurt. Leaning in, he quickly whispers through a grin, "I better enjoy it while it lasts then." Our lips pressed together for a few long seconds before he pulled back to readjust the position at which his lips kissed me. By tilting both our heads, the angle was just right for him to kiss me harder and deeper. His tongue impatiently licked and pushed my lips to be let inside my mouth and grazed my tongue gently when it found its way in. When his hand gripped my waist to pull me closer, I slowly lifted myself up, wrapping my leg around him and pushing his back against the headboard.

As I straddled him, he slid a hand behind my back to press me against his chest. I caress the muscles on his shoulders, arms, and back. Alejandro twists his fingers more into my hair like he purposefully wants to get tangled in it. With every tender yet slightly painful tug, I feel myself grow more hot.

I begin to shift lower but hesitate, not wanting to part with his soft lips. I kiss him a bit longer, moving away briefly before crashing back into him. I stir further, kissing along the side of his neck. As I keep going down, now planting my lips slowly on his chest and abdomen, skin slightly sticky from sweat, I lightly trace the shape of his muscles with my index finger.

When I'm positioned just below his waist I briefly look up to see his eyes darken and he changes the way he holds my hair, eager for me to continue but not wanting to seem like he's rushing me. I take him out and toss his boxers aside, stroking him slowly as I wondered how I was even going to attempt this. I've had plenty of girls do it to me, so I thought I could focus on replicating the feeling.

I inch closer, placing my lips carefully around his already wet tip and slowly taking him into my mouth. His eyelids flutter shut as a sultry and shaky breath escapes him, and his hand, which is in my hair balls into a painfully tight fist. I try to fit him deeper, dragging my tongue along him behind my teeth as I come down again, almost touching my throat. He swallows hard, softly moaning, "Oh... santa mierda."

Alejandro's hips suddenly buckle, and his hand pushes me down further than I can handle, provoking a small gag from me. As my eyes water slightly, I hear him in a hushed tone apologize repeatedly until they fade back into groans of pleasure when I continue regardless.

It became hard to breathe with him down my throat, and involuntary sounds began to slip out of me. As I hummed moans around his throbbing dick he sucked in a short breath, a shiver running through him.

I grew curious to know if he was still watching me, lifting my eyes to him. His head was thrown back against the headboard, revealing his sharp jawline and putting his bobbing Adam's apple on display. Aroused Spanish profanities drift through the air like music, encircling me. Sucking in my cheeks around him, his chest heaves at a faster pace. I use my tongue to swirl around and cover every area of his length.

Alejandro's legs and abdomen muscles tighten, and he's shaking more intensely. He lets me know he's close, but I can already tell. After a few more rounds of bobbing my head up and down, I lick up the excess saliva that trailed from my mouth and start flicking my tongue on his tip to stimulate it more just before he releases.