Alejandro
“God,” I moaned in half agony, heart racing, pushing my middle finger in her sleekness and she responded with a soft whimper, raising her leg higher for me. No this won’t do. Kissing her again I mumbled, “Come, let me cherish you as you deserve to be.” We moved in silence, barefoot, our steps light as we manoeuvred through the house like guilty teenagers sneaking away for a forbidden rendezvous. But instead of leading her to another bedroom, as she expected, I guided her straight to my father’s office on the first floor.
Maya hesitated at the door, her eyes widening. “Here?”
Grinning wickedly, I pushed her inside, shutting the door behind us, and pulling the annoying clamp she had in her hair still that kept it in a neat bun-style. “I’ve always wanted to do this in here.” My
