Category: Smut.. Just smut.. Is that a category?
Pairing: Hector / ??
Rating: Woohooo, XXX
Summary: A lesson on the important words in Spanish
Disclaimer: Hector's name doesn't belong to me…. But there's this character that I've created in my head, who happens to have the same name, and same 2 tattoos as one that JE used in two pages of one of her books… SO I guess Janet Evanovich deserves a moment of notice…. Moment over
Warning!! This is simply a romp in the sack. A M/F naked tussle. If that isn't your thing, then what the hell did you open this for?? Huh??
Author's Note: Yeah, so it's just past 3am, and this has been a very long day. A very long day that needed venting over a little dose of perversion. So here you have it. Enjoy. It hasn't really been edited (HELLO, did you catch the part where it's 3am??) so I hope it isn't too painful on your brains. PLEASE review. I'm a whore. LOL
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Spanish Lessons
She loosened the muscles in her body as Hector launched himself up the bed. Letting herself bounce with the bed instead of fighting against it. Teeth catching her bottom lip as her naked body collided with his and the heat turned up a notch.
He leaned forward, rubbing his cheek back and forth across hers, his lips brushing back and forth from her ear to her cheek as his voice ground out in a husky growl. His accent sending a
sensual tingle up and down her spine.
"Do you know what I've been waiting for all day long querida?"
"Mmmmm." So maybe it wasn't really a word.. but it was the closest thing she was going to find with the pressured heat of him sinking her into the mattress.
His face slid further towards the curve of her neck, his voice, still a husky tingle, dropped to a whisper tracing over her skin.
"Your Spanish lesson."
She didn't fight the whimpering moan that crawled quickly up from her chest, shaking her body in a fine tremble as it rose.
"Lamido." He growled against her ear before his tongue darted between his teeth, tracing a fiery trail around the lobe of her ear and down her neck to the bend of her shoulder. "Lamido."
Her hands were fisted in the sheets, knuckles turning white with the force.
"La.." She stopped, clearing her throat as the anticipation threatened to choke her. She never knew what words he would choose each time, all she knew was that if she didn't get them right, or at least try, he would stop. "Lamido. Lick." Her tongue
darted out as soon as the word had left her mouth. Running
across her bottom lip.
"Very good chica." His tongue darted along her ear one last time. "Chupe." He breathed across her skin before his lips settled tightly against the curve of her shoulder, sealing to her flesh. Each lash of his tongue, each suckling of his lips sent a bolt of heat straight through her. An intense dance of passion chasing her higher and higher as each bolt reached the apex of her body and re-gathered to shoot outward through her limbs. Her hands unclenched, one hand sliding upward to tighten in the spikes of his hair just as the suction of his mouth released her with a pop. "Chupe."
Her panting breaths seemed so loud compared to his measured, steady voice. Her thighs clenched, itching to rub together to release some of the tension he was causing. His firm body between her legs stopped any attempt she might have made, and instead he rubbed himself roughly against her center, drawing a gasp and pushing her lids closed.
"Ahhh, chupe... suck. oh god."
"Mmmm, very good."
He pulled his face back for just a moment, just long enough to grasp her bottom lip between his teeth and give a firm tug before his lips were back at her ear, brushing gently and bringing goose bumps to her skin.
"Mordedura." This growl was deeper, not quieter, but coming from somewhere darker inside him, somewhere where the animal lurked. She only had a moment to think about it before his teeth latched around the reddening circle already left by his lips. The tender skin flared quickly back to life, the press of his teeth adding another layer of sensation until she was worried she might drown under it. Just when she thought the wave would break, his lock loosened, and his teeth slowly released her skin as his tongue darted out again to soothe the marks.
"Mordedura."
This time, she wasn't sure her voice would work to get the word out. Fear that he wouldn't finish the task pressed her to try anyway. Butterflies danced in her chest and a ball of emotion lodged in her throat but she fought against them, tightening her hands in to fists, grounding herself with the pressure of her nails in her own palms.
"I...I... Mor...Mordedura. Bite."
He brought his face back from her neck, balancing himself overtop of her on one elbow as the other hand cupped her cheek.
"You're learning so fast querida. I'm going to run out of words soon."
"Don't you dare. I don't care if you have to start making them up, I'd miss our lessons too much to let you stop. I'll just learn slower if I have to." A mischievous twinkle lit her eye as she quickly turned her head, tracing her tongue in a quick hard circle across the palm of his hand. She delighted in the unchecked, growled moan. Holding his eyes as they darkened with pleasure.
"Have it your way querida." His hand glided down her cheek, skimming along her neck. The pad of one finger traced her collar bone to the hollow of her throat. Continuing on down her chest that single finger looped in an endless pattern back and forth to trace each nipple one after the other until her back arched into his hand, trying to strengthen the pressure that was holding her too far from that edge that she longed to jump off.
Finally the one finger became an entire hand. That hand squeezed and kneaded at her breasts, working her into a frenzy, waiting until her moans reached a fevered pitch before moving away to slide down her belly in feather light touches.
"Toque." The word seemed to float on the air. Wrapping around her like a roughened blanket, abrading her skin with it's erotic rasping.
His hand cupped her, tightening over her sex, rocketing her hips up off the bed. That one single finger again showed it's magic. Slipping between her dripping folds as her hips pressed against his hand.
A cry spilled from her mouth, quickly escalating to raw, throbbing moan as one finger became two, slamming quickly into her. Her hips thrust in time with his fingers movements, rocking back and forth.
He found that tiny knot of nerves directly inside her opening and rubbed the pads of his fingers across it's hardness with each fierce thrust into her body. Bringing her up and up that steep cliff, higher and higher, until she could almost see the horizon behind her clenched eyelids.
Just when she thought there couldn't possibly be more without dying from the pleasure, just as her body started to tighten, to cinch around his fingers, he slid them quickly from her body. Spreading her juices across her lips as a frustrated squeal burst through the room.
His voice came harsher even then before, his word so heavily thickened that it nearly pushed her over the edge.
"Toque" He repeated one last time.
"Oh... oh god you evil man. Toque. Touch. Now please, please let me cum, please Hector."
Before she could wonder whether or not her begging would effect him, his hips dropped and she felt him pressing at her entrance, hard and ready. He balanced himself, still, on one arm, using his other hand to reach between their bodies, spreading her wide open before him to glide back and forth along her wetness. He slowly edged the barest head of his cock inside her waiting warmth and then dropped to a two armed sit up.
He felt so big just sitting against her entrance. The feel of him combined with the nearness she'd already come to going over caused a rush of sensation that flared her passion even higher.
Locking her eyes in his dark ones, he surged inside of her in one sure stroke. Her body arched up off the bed at the savage intensity, locking her hips tight against his until he was buried so deep one never ended and the other never began. Her body locked down on his, binding him in place as she screamed and spasmed out her pleasure around him.
When the ripples subsided he slowly drew himself out to the brink of slipping, then slid slow back in. Back and forth, back and forth he went. Slowly mounting the speed until their lovemaking was a chorus of staccato slaps of skin, versed with ardent sobs of passion.
Hunger filled the room, building and building until the only possible sating was to throw yourself on the fire and beg for mercy.
Finally, the dance ended. Two cries echoed, long and hard, as different as night and day. Two bodies arched in mirror pose, each wracked with the sensation of falling apart and being
simultaneously reshaped. Two bodies, momentarily one.
As they lay in a sweaty heap atop the covers reveling in the afterglow, he couldn't quite help himself.
"Orgasmo." The rough edge had faded from his voice, replaced with a sleepy, smiling, softness.
"Mmm, Orgasmo. Hector." And with a giggle she cuddled into his side and laid a kiss above his heart, settled her lashes and drifted off to her dreams.
Finis