Hi everyone! This is my first mature fic in english! I hope you like!
The title means "Think of me" in spanish!
The facts are totally invented and the story was not written for profit.
Piensa en mì
The alarm rings in the room softly lighted by the early sun.
Alberto's eyes suddenly open up.
The sheets are damp with sweat.
He dreamed of her again.
She was beautiful.
She was gorgeous.
And she was not dressed.
He does not dare looking his groin, feeling the erection pawing furiously in his briefs.
That magical night when he kissed her was followed by many others.
All finished with sweet kisses which gradually became more and more passionate.
The hands which from trembling and timid have become expert and sinuous.
He touched her face, her hips, he felt her skin tremble under his touch, her breathing become labored.
But they have not yet succeeded to get to the bottom.
As far as worship him touch her smooth skin, her lips pink and soft, Alberto's soul feels the need to have something more.
He enters quickly in the shower, and while the jet touches his amber body, he desperately tries to dismiss from his mind the remnants of that wonderful dream.
He can not.
Sighing, he closes his eyes, as his hand travels slowly down.
His legs tremble, he moans softly.
He thinks of her, caresses her with the thought, he seems to hear her sighs, sweet melody that makes him lose his mind.
At the end he whispers her name, upset by the orgasm.
Jojo woke up at sunrise.
But she did not get up from the bed.
She gasps.
She sighs.
Her hand moves convulsively, under the covers.
Her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, her blond hair left on the pillow.
She moans his name every minute, every rush of pleasure that pervades her.
Her toes arching on the wet mattress.
A groan higher than the others.
Her head buried in the pillow.
Her lips open and greedy of air.
While her body still trembles, she wonders how much more will have to wait to hear his body muscled and defined on her skin.
Hector scratch insistently on the bathroom door.
Alberto dries out his dark hair.
"I know, I know, wait a minute, little evil bat."
He puts on his briefs, a pair of jeans and goes in the living room.
Upon entering, he sees the Chihuahua as he mates with a sofa cushion.
Alberto not feels like to scold him.
Indeed, he understands him.
The manuscript has been sent.
Finally a bit of breath.
Jojo runs her hand on her forehead, sighing.
She thinks of his hands, which were never driven above her knee.
She thinks of his lips, which glide sensual on her neck.
She likes that he does not want everything at once.
But nature calls.
Indeed, nature screams.
Tonight he will revise her.
Tonight she will revise him.
And it will be the right time.