Sexvato. It wasn’t a name you usually used to define Demi. Actually, you had never used it before, laughing whenever you saw it or any other fan made nickname being used on Twitter. Right now though, it was all you could think of as Demi played a song for you that she had recorded but didn’t have any plans to release.
“Did you like it? She asked as the track ended. You failed at responding, your mouth too dry to say anything. Taking a big gulp of water, you were able to speak again. “I loved it, even the parts I didn’t understand.” She blinked at you in surprise, obviously thinking that you understood Spanish. You did, you just wanted to hear her translate the lyrics so you could hear her speak it.
You looked at her sheepishly, stifling a laugh when she rolled her eyes. “Listen carefully.” That was exactly what you were planning on doing. You carefully observed the way her lips moved as she pronounced each word, letting her voice fill your ears.
“And besame mucho me-” You interrupted her, smirking. “Kiss me a lot.” You licked your lips while you watched her and waited to see if she would react the way you hoped she would. She glared at you in annoyance for making her explain what you clearly already knew before realizing what you meant.
“Does it turn you on when I speak Spanish?” she bluntly asked, walking over to where you were sitting. She dropped to her knees in front of you, resting her hands on your thighs. “I’m not sure I’ve told you this, but eres muy bonita. Especially when you’re looking at me like you would cry if I were to get up and leave.”
You placed your hands over hers to stop her from leaving. “Spanish, not Spanglish.” She smiled and shook your hands away from hers. “Tell me what you want, tell me in Spanish” she whispered, peppering kisses along your inner thigh. It was a good choice when you decided to wear a skirt. You had to think for a moment, not wanting to mess up and ruin the mood. “Tocarme…tocarme ahora.” She pulled you to the edge of the chair, pushing your skirt up.
When she leaned forward to lightly lick you through your already wet panties, you moaned and tightly gripped the edges of the chair. She licked again, this time applying more pressure. Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of her tongue dragging along the soaked fabric. As much as you wanted her to not tease you, it didn’t bother you that she was taking her time.
She moved up to kiss you, letting her thumb take over. “What was it you were saying earlier?” she asked as she pulled away, but only slightly. “Besame mucho.” The words had barely left your mouth when she did just that, bringing her lips to yours in a series of heated kisses.
Her fingers pushed your panties to the side, giving her access to your pussy. You whined when she stopped kissing you, moving back down to her previous position. She moaned at your taste as she licked through your folds. Using her index and middle finger to rub your clit, she probed your hole with her tongue.
“Please” you choked out, changing your mind about enjoying her taking her time. You moaned and moved your hips forward when she slowly slid her tongue in. Your knuckles were white from the tight grip you had on the chair, but if you let go you were sure that you would fall off.
Your breath hitched when she softly pinched your clit, causing more pleasure than pain. As she pushed her tongue in deeper, you moaned loudly and almost closed your thighs form the pleasure, being stopped by her free hand that she used to force you to keep them spread.
“Demi…” you moaned, loosening the grip of one hand so you could put it on the back of her head. Sensing that you were close, she pulled her tongue out and replaced it with the fingers that had been on your clit, curling them to make you feel as good as possible. You snapped your eyes shut again, feeling her lips wrap around your clit.
“Eres muy sexy” she mumbled, smirking at her own joke. It didn’t matter anymore, hearing her say anything in Spanish was more than enough. Your moans grew louder as you tightened around her fingers, coating them in your wetness. She pulled them out but kept her mouth on your clit, flicking at it with her tongue. You pushed her away, too sensitive to do anything else. “Where are you going?” you asked, seeing her stand up and walk over to the door. You still wanted to return the favor. “Back to the studio. I just got an idea for another song, one for your ears only.” She blew you a kiss before she light, leaving you to recover from what had started out as simply wanting her to speak Spanish to you.
