Heat

by ROGUEFURY

You don't expect to be pulled into a heated gravitation with Agent Javier Peña, and the more you both try to navigate your lives around each other, the clearer it becomes that your feelings go beyond the torrid desires you both are able to ignite in each other. Will the heat of your passions win out against the tribulations that threaten to pull you apart?

28. Chapter 28: Safe

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of sex, including explicit depictions of oral and unprotected sex. Mentions of past sexual encounters, including unconventional sexual acts. Descriptions of dom/sub play, cum play, anal play, size kink, praise kink, rough sex, spanking kink, sex toys, and dirty talk. Allusions to hurt/comfort, lust and yearning, and challenges to gender roles. Some Dom!Javi, Sub!Javi, Sub!Reader, Possessive!Javi.

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Chapter 28: Safe

You and Javi learn, not for the first time, that your sexual appetites are unrivaled when they involve each other. The whirlwind of being together always overshadows the periods of acrimony – the spells of being apart and hurting over it. So after the last week, you're more than at peace to be in his arms, sore and sated from being properly railed and ravished. His soft breath against your neck and the muscled planes of his body enveloping you feel like the shelter you'd never want to leave.

Once you've fully awoken, though, you are blissfully aware that he's stirring from slumber too. That's in part to his hard-on rubbing up against you and the soft smile of his full, pouty lips pressing into the nape of your neck. Smirking dreamily, you turn in his arms and waste no time in getting carnally swept up in each other all over again. Rolling to loom on top of you, Javi's warm body presses against yours as he buries a hand in your hair and voraciously kisses you until you're wet and aching for his cock to go from grinding against your thigh to spearing inside your yearning cunt. You're still sore from the previous session of sex, so even though you're dying to be dominated by him, you nudge him back to sit on his haunches so you can scurry to the end of the bed and pick up some of the discarded items from the swag bag.

When you hold up the flavored lube and give him a coy smile, Javi grins and shifts to lie on his back, kicking the covers off so he can stretch out. "Where you gonna put that?" he asks sarcastically and palms his hardened shaft while he watches you unbox another item.

"I'm going to dribble it on all the parts of you I want to suck and lick on," you lilt before holding up the cock ring and turning it on. "Oh, this is gonna be fun—"

"Christ," he croaks and leans up on the pillows to watch you turn the toy off and set it aside before slinking over to crawl between his legs with another item you'd plucked up and removed from its packaging. "…Is that a feather?"

"Yes," you answer and give him a sultry smile. "Let me do naughty things to you?"

Arousal pools in his belly and zings down straight to his cock as he distractedly nods before rumbling, "Rules?"

"Mmm, well, I get to touch you, but you keep your hands to yourself," you propose as you lean forward and kiss his stomach. "Oh, and you need to enjoy it, so if you don't like any of it, say so." Javi groans and nods, so you sit back on your knees and give him a good gander at your tits as you palm them as best as you can, but only his hands can perfectly cup them, so you concentrate and rubbing your nipples before you caress down your body to play with your pussy in front of him. "You can tell me what you want me to do to you, or me—"

"Fuck. Baby…I don't know if I can behave, watching you touch yourself," Javi husks and sits up, digging his heels into the bed as he shifts to try and snag you to come closer, but you maneuver away with a giggle, and tickle his hand with the feather. "C'mon—"

"Lay down, chulito," you order and arch a delicate eyebrow at him. With a grunt, he does as he's told, so you trail the feather to tickle along the inside of his thigh before tracing it up to ghost delicately across his balls. His gasp stutters out of him while trying not to squirm. "Let me have control, and you can do whatever you want to me after," is your purr, giving him a molten, flirty look that has his cock twitching in anticipation.

Nodding, he relinquishes control to you and sits back with his hands down on the bed. With a sultry smile, you lean over him and kiss his lips chastely – at first. With a flick of your tongue, you trace the inseam of his lips, causing him to gasp in surprise and allow your mischievous appendage in. Javi gets so caught up in the torrid make-out session that he doesn't realize you've angled yourself to sit on your knees between his legs until your hands are gently guiding his thighs to part. He groans when your palms skim down his inner thighs and knead his muscles sensually. The sensation is titillating, causing arousal to flare in the pit of his gut down until it's pulsing in his groin and throbbing in his loins.

You pull back and smile when he chases your mouth and protests with a needy grunt. "Now, are you gonna be a good boy for me?" you purr, and the foggy gleam that darkens his gaze has you tingling, so when he just nods, you pout and wrap your hand around the base of his cock and squeeze. Javi lets out a strangled gasp and squirms. "Use your words, hermoso."

"Yes, M'gonna be good for you," he hoarsely grounds out, panting when you stroke your hand up his length and let it bob free. "S-Shit, please don't torture me, baby—"

"I would never do such a thing," you feign coquettish outrage and take the feather to trail a ticklish path down his chest to dance across his navel. "I just want to get you nice and riled up—"

"I already am, tentadora," he obstinately purrs and grips the bedding roughly as he tries not to fidget from the feather's light touch. "You just love to tease me mercilessly—"

"I do," you agree sweetly and set the feather aside to grab the lube and uncap it with the flick of your thumb. "I love knowing I have an affect on you. That you get so surly and huffy when you can't have your way," is your vivacious remark as you tip the bottle over and dribble the cool gel all over the head of his cock so it can drip down his throbbing shaft.

Javi's breath stutters on the groan he lets out from the sensation, arms flexing with the effort of keeping his hands to himself as yours palm his cock and slowly coat it with the flavored lube.

"Jesus Christ—mmph, j-just want to be inside you," Javi groans and arches backwards in frustrated pleasure. "Please let me touch you—"

"No," you reply simply, and when he's about to protest, you move one of your hands from his shaft to cup his warm sac, coating them in the wet glide of the lube as well. He bites his lip and clenches his eyes from how perversely good it feels and blushes from his neck up to his ears. "Mmm, your big dick looks so good, covered in this," you murmur before lowering to lick the head of his cock before moaning and taking it into your mouth. Javi moans and shudders from the effort of not bucking up to bury it down your throat. You can feel how tense he is with it, so you release the head of his cock with a wet pop and stare sultrily at him while your hands work over him anew, stroking and massaging his aching parts with vigor. "Wanna make you shoot your load all over yourself. Taste it off your skin mixed in with the strawberry flavor—"

"Nngth, f-fuck," Javi stammers coarsely and digs his heels in more as the wave of pleasure your dirty talk has coalesced zings down into his throbbing dick. And when he feels your slickened digits trail from his balls to teasingly rub lower, Javi chokes on his gasp and whines before biting his lips hard to conceal the delighted anticipation that surges up in him.

Your touch lingeringly pauses from venturing further while you stare observantly at his flushed features to make sure you're not misreading him. "Want me to keep going?" you alluringly whisper while still stroking his cock.

Flustered, Javi tries to regain his composure, but the loving, reassuring look in your eyes helps him lose the self-conscious panic that started to frazzle up in him.

"Please, keep going."

Smiling, you continue the path of your slickened digits as you stroke Javi off, and when they rub in gentle, teasing circles along his asshole, Javi clenches his eyes shut and moans gruffly, albeit in startled pleasure. His stomach muscles are taut from tension, so you kiss the head of his cock and susurrate, "I just want to make you feel good, mi amor, so if it doesn't, tell me."

At that, Javi's muscles relax and he peers at you with his heavy-lidded eyes. "Always make me feel good," he mumbles, expression becoming unguarded in the needy hunger he's no longer suppressing.

Encouraged, you stroke him the way you know is going to get him in a tizzy, and when he's letting loose to the pleasure and moaning, you then start to rub your fingers teasingly around his asshole before pressing one in experimentally. Javi's breath catches and he swears, but it's in a reedy, delirious way, so you keep rubbing his dick and fingering his ass until you gauge he can take more.

When you plunge two fingers in, Javi groans roughly and tosses his head back as he starts to chase the sensations your coaxing to untangle from him, rocking his hips up into your hand and writhing in pleasure at the fingers your pressing in and out of him. But it's when said fingers curl up and tease his prostate that Javi loses it and clamps his left hand over his mouth to whimper huskily before biting out, "Oh f-fuck—fuck, gonna—!" before his ecstasy flares up and hazes him over with mind-melting bliss just as he starts to orgasm.

His cum shoots messily over his belly and coats in the slickness of the lube over your fingers while you prolong his climax and stroke him off until he's shivering and falls back into the pillows a flushed, disheveled heap. Javi's face is burning, so he drapes a forearm over his features to hide how fucked-out he is from the new stimuli. You hum soothingly and recede your touch from him – licking your digits clean of his strawberry-diluted spend, in order to let him relax while you gaze adoringly down at him.

He's trying to catch his breath and not squirm from embarrassment, and you sense some bashfulness coiling up in him, so you go to work licking him clean of all the debauchery. You lave at his stomach, suckle down his apex, kiss and lap down his softening dick, and when you feel him relax and start to grunt encouragingly, you go lower – licking the lube off his balls.

"¡Ave María purísima!" Javi exclaims breathily when your tongue licks lower and caresses his tight ring of muscle before you surprise him and nip gently on the erogenous-yet-ticklish spot near his balls. At your silky giggle, Javi exhales his bashful fluster into his forearm after burying his face against it. "No te puedo creer—"

"What?" you shift so you can maneuver to sit back on your heels and pout worriedly at him.

He sees the spark of concern tense your features, so he shakes off his own macho bashfulness and reaches for you to pull you close. "I can't believe how sexy and amazing you are," he gushes and showers you with kisses, and you are relieved, so you encircle his shoulders and smile. "That was…it was…" Javi struggles to contextualize it.

Gently, you suggest, "New? Good?" and then, "...Scary?"

He shakes his head and buries his face in your neck. "I just…never thought I'd be into that."

Frowning, you rub his back and murmur, "Because a macho straight stud like you shouldn't be into it?"

"Well…yeah," he mumbles and exhales, feeling silly, so he leans back to look at you. "I mean, it's something a straight dude wouldn't usually be into—"

You give him a pout and scrunch your features contrarily, non-judgmental, but wanting him to know how judgmental he's being towards himself. Javi can't help flash to the thought of his buddies back home and replays some of the things he'd heard them say growing up – 'That's gay – que marica – pinche chupa verga – total fruit – un maricón de verdad' – all the while you're gazing sweetly at him before cupping his cheek and giving him the most heartwarming smile.

"So you're saying the strap-on is definitely out."

Javi scoffs in shock before laughing when he sees the devious twinkle in your eye. "Jesus fucking Christ," he snickers and flops back onto the pillows, as he's overtaken with a fit of laughter at the ridiculous premise. "You've strapped it on before with a dude?!"

"Do you really wanna know?" you counter and lounge sidelong to cuddle close. When he slips his arm around you instinctually and grumbles wordlessly for you to elaborate, you tell him matter-of-factly, "As a joke, I tried it once with Sasha—"

"Get the fuck out of here," Javi cracks up and grins from the instant mental image of little petite you dominating that burly, muscular linebacker-bodied man.

"It was interesting," you giggle, and chime musingly, "But I much prefer to be fucked instead of doing the fucking."

"That's a relief," he jokes, so you pinch his side and suckle a taunting kiss into his trapezius muscle.

"Well, if you ever want to try new things, I'm open, is all I'm saying. I won't do that again, though, if you're too macho," you razz playfully when he hauls you to lounge on top of him.

He exhales and rests his head on the pillow. "…I liked it, which I think says a lot about me—"

"That you enjoy being pleasured and stimulated? Oh, how taboo," you laconically tease and kiss his cheek when he grunts dryly and scowls. "Listen, I know it's different. That me fooling around with a woman doesn't instantly lead me to being labeled of a certain sexual proclivity, but I don't want you thinking you need to be a stereotype of what a man is, or deny yourself pleasure because it's not 'what a straight dude should be into.' We don't have to fulfill some expectation ingrained by our parents or the people we grew up with," you tell him, not shrinking back or being tentative. Javi's expression sobers and he relaxes further when you rest your forehead to his and murmur, "I want to fulfill your desires, because you always fulfill mine."

He sighs and closes his eyes, feeling so settled by your unconditional love and grace. "How are you so damned enlightened?" he husks and encircles his arms to squeeze you covetously while he nuzzles you reverently.

"I just decided a long time ago no one else's judgment was going to steal my passion and happiness," you blithely murmur and smile when he grunts proudly before suckling a kiss into your neck. "If it makes me feel good and doesn't hurt anyone, why would I care what other's think?"

Javi hums and leans back to gaze warmly at you. "So then…I can do whatever I want to you now?" Javi husks in a canela-dipped rumble as he fondles his hands down your curves to squeeze your ass, definitively changing the subject.

Your heart skips a beat and heat skitters down into your womb. "Would you be opposed if I made a suggestion?" you pipe up coyly, and when Javi amusedly quirks a brow and hums for you to go ahead, you shift up to straddle his thighs, reach over for something, and place the item on his midriff before batting your lashes.

The cock ring is a clear glossy rubber that gleams in the lamplight, and when he flicks his enticed gaze from it to you, he admires your flirty confidence – how wild your hair is, how delicate your hard nipples look while you suck your bottom lip between your teeth and stifle a sexy smile. It's all so appealing.

Gasping cheekily when he sits up and shuffles you to grind down over his lap, you're about to set aside the sex toy when he shimmies backwards to lean against the headboard before he taps your hip and nods. So, after kissing his lips, you sit up on your knees and palm his cock, relishing how it fills out completely from your touch. You stroke him, and he gets thick and hard while he watches you, dark brewed eyes heavy-lidded and lips parted from his panting. That hungry look gets you tingly, sending heat to pulse down into the clutch of your pussy and making you even bolder.

With a deft squeeze down from the base of his cock before toying the tight circle of your fist along the head, you feel his pulse jump and savor his rasped growl as he arches up into your hand for more. He's rock-hard now, so while he exhales a groan and tosses his head back into the pillow, you carefully slip the cock ring on and adjust before turning it on.

"Oh—" Javi exclaims before biting down on his lip and gripping your thighs from the buzzing that's permeating from his cock through his apex and down into his balls. The pressure of the ring being snug around his thick girth is causing a tingling sensation that's heightening his sensitivity and making him fidget under you.

"Too much?" you ask and hesitate in your touch. "If it's too much—"

Javi startles you by pulling you hastily over him before yanking your hips to rut down and spearing his cock into your molten sheath. You gasp and grip his shoulders as he punches up into you and sets you alight from the combination of his stretch and the pulsating buzz of the ring zinging up into your fluttering cunt. Then, when he ruts you down and possessively mouths along your neck, you shiver as the cock ring now presses up against your clit like this.

You're both so enraptured that no articulate communication passes between you two. Only his voracious control of you rocking up and down on him and your eager desire to give into him completely while his cock and the pulsating sensation turn you into liquid sinew. The onslaught makes it easy for him to pluck a needy orgasm from your cunt, and when you whimper and soak him with your climax, Javi keeps you on his cock and doesn't let up in his thrusts.

It's a primal and salacious game of control he keeps you in for an undefined period of time, of which you can only measure by the number of times he's made you come. Quivering breathlessly and mewling, you're curled into his chest as he gives you a moment to regain your wits before crooning wickedly, "You got one more in you, tiernita. Ride my cock and make me come."

You exhale and try to defiantly nudge your temple into his jaw, but you're spent and fidgeting from the thrumming pulse of the toy's vibrations. "You know the ring's keeping you hard and helping you last longer," you protest before smiling when he makes a musing, contradictory sound. "We should take it off—"

"If you can't keep up with me, it's fine," he gravels provocatively and patronizingly rubs your derrière.

That sparks outrage in you, and before he can hide his smug smirk, you've bucked up and planted your palms flat on his broad chest for purchase, staring blazingly down at him as you undulate your hips and grind him along your aching, fluttering walls. Javi moans in surprise and grips your hips, but you're in control now – riding him with possessive dominance and becoming that feral, wild thing he loves that wants to take her pleasure while demanding his greedily.

Javier growls when your nails pinch into his chest as you quicken your pace over him and pant raggedly. His hands are kneading your thighs and his hips are bucking up into your undulating plunges onto his cock. The lewd sounds of his lubed up cock and your drenched pussy is buzzed over by the vibration of the cock ring, and the debauchedness of it twists a raunchy thrill in you. Especially when combined with the glory of having Javier flushed and breathless as you fuck yourself on him.

His jaw ticks tight when you ride him hard, whimper headily and knead his chest as you start to flood over with the hot, raw ache of an impending orgasm after so many. Javi feels his nerves sizzle with heightened pleasure, cock throbbing and straining against the tight ring, starting to tingle with needed release. What finally tips him over is when you arch back, grab his wrists in a death grip and slam yourself down onto him while whining, "¡Dámelo, Javi! Lo necesito, te lo suplico—" as your molten cunt starts to ripple.

Hearing you beg is just too much. Javi barrels up and grips you in his arms to pound up into you and hoarsely groan his pleasure, roughly husking out his pent up need while he drives you over the edge into a scorching orgasm just as his own climax snaps loose. Gutturally, Javi moans and shudders as he fills you with burst after burst of cum, his cock pulsing from the built up pressure and hypersensitivity of finally achieving release. When he comes down from the crackling haze of post-bliss, Javi is a sweaty, out of breath mess while you're panting and plastered exhaustedly over his chest. Your pressing your face into his warm neck and sighing a flustered sound earns a tired smile from him.

"That was unfair," he mumbles sarcastically. You snort and caress your hand to cup the side of his head and pat him goofily. "Begging like that—"

"Oh, hush, mandón," you irreverently exhale and adjust to sit up from his still-vibrating member before rolling off of him with a labored huff and silly smile. "You liked it," is your chortle as you carefully turn the cock ring off and delicately take it off of his softening dick.

He lets out a stuttered breath and fidgets a little while you remove the toy and silently marvel at how filthily coated in your comingled fluids it is. His eyes drift shut with a sigh, relaxing loosely while you dutifully roll to the side of the bed and grab a discarded towel in order to wipe the cock ring down and set it aside. Javi smiles when he feels the cool towel glide over his apex, thighs, and crotch, and grins when his heavy-lidded eyes crack open to watch you tend to your own post-coital care. The sight of your pussy being puffy and your thighs chafed pink is a primal achievement that swells his heart with pride.

You finish and toss the sullied towel into the bathroom before lounging on your side next to him. "Sorry for the whore bath," you joke and rest your head on his shoulder while he grunts an amused sound. "I'm just too weak in the knees to drag you to the shower right now," is your yawned musing.

Javi turns his head and kisses your temple. "Do I stink?" he mumbles wryly.

Shaking your head, you drawl, "No. You smell like sex and candy."

He guffaws at that and rests his hand over his eyes. "We're gonna need more of that lube," Javi chuckles. "You squirted half of the bottle on me—"

"Ay, que exagerado," you scoff and blow a raspberry, sassily shifting so you can run your fingers down his chest in languid circles you trail down lower as you admire his naked body. He just smirks and enjoys your touch, but when his pouty lips soften, as if he's contemplating something, you wait for him to voice it. Javi hesitates minutely, so you kiss the side of his neck and murmur, "What's on your mind, handsome?"

With an acerbic grunt, he flops his hand down to his side and turns to glance at you. "I was just thinking…well, wondering, if you and Sasha…" he trails off when you blink at him. "If he comforted you—"

"We didn't have sex," you tell him unselfconsciously. "He comforted me, yes, but completely platonically," is your elaboration as you prop yourself up to lie on your belly and rest against him. "I know it's a weird relationship, but I need you to understand that he is an important person in my life, whom I love dearly, so if it's going to be a problem…I will have to find a way to balance—"

"I would never make you choose over your friend, cariño. I just was wondering how awkward it'd be the next time I see the guy," he interjects and smiles when your tension dissolves into relief.

"Well, it'd only be as awkward as you'd make it, chulito," you chuckle and brush his hair back from his forehead as you chime warmly, "I have dinner plans with him this coming week. I'd love it if you joined me…maybe as a do-over?"

He loops his arms around you and pulls you close so he can kiss your lips and rest his forehead to yours. "It's a date," he husks and tucks your head to rest on his shoulder so he can comb his fingers through the back of your hair. "So, that sexy dress you wore the other day? I don't remember seeing that in your closet before…" Javi fishes musingly as he feels you relax.

"That's because it was one of many a-gift Sasha surprised me with," you murmur and drape your arm around his broad torso to caress his side. "That one I wore to the office, another one that I'll probably wear to dinner with him, and a photo album," you regale as you nose affectionately into his neck and smile when he starts skimming his fingers languidly along your arm while he continues to brush your hair.

"What kind of photo album?" he asks, feeling settled and content to have idle chatter with you all night, as long as you're awake.

"From our younger days. Tons of pictures of Irina, Sasha and I at clubs, trips, being silly together," you reply wistfully. "It was so nice. All the moments I remember, and some I totally forgot about," is your derisive aside. Then, you sit up to peer with mischief in your dazzling eyes as you go, "I just realized: you and I have never taken a picture together."

Javi twists his lips and crinkles his nose as he deadpans, "You wouldn't even let me tell Steve we were dating, so how would we ever had a chance to take a photo together, you loquita?"

Slyly, you slink away from his side to the opposite nightstand and pick up the Polaroid camera. "Well, we have a camera now, you grump. One for you to keep, and one for me to add to my album. Deal?" you quirkily purr and sit up on your knees as you pretend to center him in the lens.

"You mean take 'em right now?" he asks and props himself up on his elbows.

You snicker and give him a teasing smile as you turn the camera in your hand and stretch out your arm to see if you can easily hold and press the button. "Why not? The lighting is good, we're nice and relaxed—"

"And looking like we just had marathon sex," he quips and nudges you affectionately with the side of his knee.

"That's only something for you and I to know, stud," you purr and flop back down next to him. "Half the fun of a photo is the backstory behind it. Something only the people in it know, and that remains secret," is your alluring point of view as you rest the camera on your flat tummy and tuck your knees up so it stays balanced.

The enchanting look you give him has that tickle behind his breastbone expanding outward. Javi cheekily pets your hair down for you and earns an effervescent giggle from you. "One for you, and one for me," he repeats and kisses your cheek before shimmying down to lay next to you for the photo.

Smiling, you hold up the camera and align it so it strategically captures you both from above your collarbones. "Say cheese," you quip and press the button.

The flash blinds you both, so you end up laughing at how silly the whole thing is while the camera whirrs and spits out the Polaroid photo. You take it and set it aside so it can develop before Javi surprises you and takes the camera so he can snap the photo this time. You shift positions, and instead of telling you to 'Say cheese,' Javi playfully squeezes your thigh with his free hand, and when you let out a surprised giggle, he snaps the photo.

"You dork!" is your amused exclamation as you swat his chest and pin him down to try and grab the camera, but he thwarts you with his much longer arm span and laughs. "I probably look so stupid—"

"I highly doubt it!" he chuckles and sits up against the headboard so he can grab the photo and set it down next to the other one. "Hmm…we have plenty of more photos we can take. How about you let me take a picture of that beautiful pussy—"

You cut off his rugged croon by grabbing a pillow and smacking him on the head with it. "Absolutely not!" you cackle and take the camera from him.

"C'mon! I need something to admire while I'm alone and horny," he lobbies shamelessly, adding crassly, "Since someone confiscated those sexy panties—"

"You pervert," you laugh and hold up the camera so you can peer impishly at him through the viewfinder. "You'll have to strike a pose Burt Reynolds centerfold style first before I were to ever consider letting you have a candid of my pussy," is your rambunctious and silly proposition.

Not to be outdone, Javi actually stretches out on the bed and poses for you, completely naked, with just his forearm strategically placed to conceal his manhood. You crack up laughing, and drop the camera in your lap as you hug your sides. "The only thing missing is the bear rug!" you cackle in between peels of laughter.

"That, and the stogie," Javi derides before grabbing the camera from your lap, pretending he's angling to get the perfect shot at your bare breasts and smiling as he tilts his head back and watches you pout amusedly at him through the lens while he hums the chorus of 'The Girl from Ipanema' in a bass timbre.

Shaking your head sassily and crossing your arms to cover your tits, you snicker when he grunts sulkily at being foiled in his leering. "I think you're much more handsome than him anyway," you fondly compliment and wink at him. "Bet you probably rock a cowboy hat way better too," is your tease.

Javi grimaces. "Cowboy hats are for my Pops. Not at all my style," he croons laconically and sets the camera aside on the nightstand before reaching for the pictures and snagging them. You chuckle and let him adjust to rest his head on your thigh as he holds up the photos that have finally developed completely.

The first one makes your heart skip a beat. You're looking into the camera with a serene smile, while Javi's head is tilted in a way where his smoldering gaze is fixed on you. His pillowy lips are giving a Mona Lisa smile – coy but knowing. Seeing his love, desire, and adoration in his expression frozen like this in time makes you feel alight. The second photo, though, makes you snort. You're in mid laugh, so your plush lips are pulled into a beaming smile whilst your dazzling eyes are cresting with mirth while Javi's grinning up at the camera. The dimple in his cheek is on full display, and his dark brown eyes twinkle with molten mischief.

You pluck the photo you took from his fingers and admire it before smiling down at him.

"It's so annoying how much I love you, sometimes," you quip and caress his cheek.

"Good. Because it's fucking exasperating how much I love you, sometimes," he drawls in a terse purr. You giggle and pinch his cheek at that, so he sits up and steals a kiss from your lips. Cupping your jaw, he gazes into your gentle stare before murmuring, "But in all seriousness, I need you to know how much I care about you. I never want to be without you again, querida."

Melting at that, you wrap your arms around him and kiss him with all the yearning in your heart. You hope it says how you feel, but when he guides you both back down to the pillows and pulls the covers over you, the burning in your heart bellows at you. So, after Javi takes the photos and sets them aside on the nightstand and reaches for the lamp switch, you pull him back to face you.

"Javi…" you begin, but hesitate, and have to muster the confidence to say what you feel he deserves to know. "I was so scared…when we were fighting? I got scared when you thought I would hurt you on purpose, because at that point, I'd never felt so safe – never trusted anyone else so much in my life," is your hushed confession. "Right now? I've never felt safer than I do, being with you…I love you," is your haltingly parceled out murmur, staring into his eyes with tentative coyness the entire time, until your eyes softened when you tell him you love him.

His incredulous expression melts into something tender and protective. Your breath stutters in your chest when he reverently cups your cheek and stares unguardedly into your tremulous eyes.

"All I ever want is to protect you, mi corazón. I love you so much," Javi professes and pulls you into his arms, caressing his features into yours adoringly before he murmurs, "I want you to feel safe with me, always."

You cling to him, battling the heavy feeling of your eyes wanting to brim over with tears while Javi lovingly nuzzles you. When you're sure you have it under control, you turn your face to guide him to meet your breathless lips.

He leads you down to the pillows without breaking the kiss, and cuddles you until you sigh and bury your face into his neck. Javi strokes his fingers along your back while you run yours through the back of his hair as you both settle into a calm, respite-filled repose. The quiet moment that passes between you is enough to lull you both to sleep, even with the light on.

You only stir once during the night, when you feel him slide back under the covers with you, and you turned over to curl into him. The room was dark now, and his warm body cuddled against you helps you doze off right away again.

When Javier wakes next, you're spooning him. He can feel your forehead resting against his back, and he smiles when the arm slung around his waist adjusts to hold him closer. He uses the quiet, drowsy moment to think about what you'd told him. Really, he replays it all – the things you'd confided in him, every deep conversation, and tries to relate them to anything similar in his life. When he comes up short, Javier realizes he feels just as safe with you, able to shed his armor and lay bare everything to you without a single fear. It was something that helped center him, and with the tranquil ease and comfort the conclusion brings him, he falls back asleep.

The biological imperative to pee has you reluctantly stirring, and when you realize Javi's sleeping on his stomach with an arm flung over your midriff, you try to carefully wiggle out from under his toned limb so you can shimmy to the edge of the bed and tiptoe into the bathroom. The soreness of your muscles protesting forces you to bite your lip in order to stifle any wincing, not wanting to wake him. By the time you sneak back into the bedroom, though, Javi rolled onto his side and is cuddling your pillow, which is just too damned cute for you to not capture, so you pick up the camera and snap a photo.

The flash and the sound of the image whirring out causes him to protest and stretch lethargically before he stills and opens his eyes to slits and sees the soft pillow is not you. Grumbling wordlessly, he shoves it aside and flops onto his back as he scrubs his hands across his face. You admire how sexy he looks and set the camera aside while you shake the Polaroid photo idly and pick up all the items that had fallen off of the bed while he yawns and stretches out the kinks in his back with audible pops.

"Mmph, what time is it?" he mumbles around another yawn as you finish collecting the items and putting them in the swag bag.

Tossing the bag onto the side chair tucked next to the little desk in the corner, you keep shaking the photo in a languid motion as you strut over in the nude to peer out the corner of the slider's curtain. Wincing at how bright the sun is, you shut the curtain firmly and scamper back into bed with him. "Maybe late morning?" you muse and impishly slide under the covers so you can press up against his warm nude frame and ward off the chill of the air-conditioned room.

Javi grunts amusedly and reaches for the clock that got shifted to face away from the bed. Adjusting it, he gapes. "It's 11:35am," he announces, and you gasp and sit up. Pursing his lips tauntingly over his shoulder at you, he drawls, "Well, you did keep me up all night—"

You swat his shoulder playfully. "Mira quien habla," is your silly scoff before holding up the now-developed photo and declaring, "If anyone's to blame, here's the culprit."

He peers at the photo and sees himself hugging the pillow like it's the love of his life, and he snickers before snagging it from you. "Now you're just being wicked. If I took a photo while you slept, you'd pitch a fit. I know it," he derides and reaches his hand under the blankets to affectionately squeeze your thigh.

"I would, because you'd probably take it while I was spread eagle with my mouth hanging open," you sarcastically prattle and snag the photo back when he laughs out loud at the mental image you've just painted for him. "C'mon. We gotta shower and get ready," is your bossy chime as you place the photo with others on the nightstand and scurry out of bed before grabbing his forearms and hauling him to come with you.

He obeys and follows you, content to get under the hot, steamy water with you in the narrow shower stall.

As he washes your hair for you, he can't help ask, "What's on the agenda, boss lady?"

Smiling as you let him turn you so the showerhead can rinse the suds out of your hair, you chime, "Spending the day perusing and prancing through La Ciudad Mágica." At his intrigued grunt, you lilt, "If you rather stay in, I can bring you back a cocada—"

Javi dismissively grunts, and you snicker when he glides his hands down to your ass to give it a squeeze. "Such a malcriada. You know I want to tag along," he mutters derisively. "You just want me to say so."

Brushing his wet hair back from his forehead for him, you smile and tease, "I do. I want you to be at my beck and call to make up for your jerky ways. And I want you to beg for the privilege."

He chuckles and kisses you cheekily before suckling on your bottom lip and growling, "Sí, patrona."

Once you're both done showering and have brushed your teeth, you're in a robe, towel drying your hair while Javi shaves. Looking around at all the discarded towels, your grimace when you remember you'd put the 'Do not disturb' sign up, which meant housekeeping was unlikely to come around now midday. You're wrapping your hair in the towel while the last remaining one is snug around Javi's waist.

He eyes you in the mirror after he rinses his face and exhales. "What's that look?" Javi queries playfully as he grabs his deodorant out of his toiletry case.

"Well," you goofily kick at the pile of spent towels closest to you and stuff your hands in the robe's pockets. "We stayed in so late, I doubt the housekeeper will make the round to replenish the room—"

Javi blows a raspberry as he finishes with the deodorant and goes into the bedroom to rifle through his duffle for a change of clothes. "I'll get dressed and go ask for some fresh towels," he tells you as he unpacks the duffle onto the bed. He starts to dress, and you pad over and lean into the doorframe of the bathroom, watching him slip on a pair of dark gray Levi's jeans over his boxer-briefs before he grabs the blue shirt with thin white pinstripes. He turns and winks at you when you grunt curiously as he hurriedly buttons the shirt shut and tucks it into his jean's waistband, zipping up and fastening the belt closed. "You said at your every beck and call," he purrs as he sits to put on his socks and boots before bounding up and stealing a kiss from your lips. "Be right back, hermosa."

Javi grabs his wallet and the key from the table, where you'd left it next to your purse, and hustles out the door. You lean fawningly into the wall and swoon, feeling completely punch-drunk in love with him. Letting out a pining sigh, you go back into the bathroom and rush to blow-dry your hair. You're just combing it out and deciding whether to pull it up into a ponytail when you remember you were supposed to call your abuela. Getting your cell phone out of the purse and tossing yourself onto the disheveled bed, you scurry to lean up against the headboard as you dial her.

She answers and greets you cheerily. Quickly, she segues the conversation once you've filled her in on your goings-on. "—So glad to hear it went well, lindita. Oh! I have news about the wedding. Your cousin is moving it up a couple of weeks."

You balk. "She is?! Why?"

"Well, her lease is up and her landlord won't let her go month-to-month, so she's going to have to move back with your tía—"

"But, doesn't he have his own place? Why can't she just move in with him?" you inquire as you glance around and realize you've left the sex toys and lube from last night out on the nightstand.

You're diving to snatch all of the raunchy items up and shove them in Javi's duffle bag – since he'd left it open on the bed – while your grandmother is elaborating. "Well, your tía is old-fashioned and doesn't want them living together before they've married. The church is available and the reception venue can accommodate them." She goes on to tell you about the decorations and flower arrangements, mentioning the theme for the reception was going to be beach and seashore colors. "—So a nice light blue dress for you, lindita. We're going to look for table arrangements with seashells. Something simple," she remarks as you're now dutifully picking up after yourself so the room doesn't feel like such a disaster.

"I'm going out to stroll the shops, so if I see anything that would look nice, I'll pick it up," you tell her as you sit on the foot of the bed and start to quickly lotion up your legs with your travel tube of cocoa butter.

"Oh, that would be so wonderful! Anything seashells, or even pretty sea-glass—"

The door suddenly opens, and Javier is breezing through it already calling out, "Hey, I got the towels, but the housekeeper said she'd swing by in fifteen minutes to clean—" He pauses when he sees you stiffly still with your leg propped up in mid-lotion and with the phone to your ear.

"Who is that?!" your grandmother asks, and you feel your cheeks burn with a blush.

Biting your bottom lip when Javi innocently moseys by to deposit the fresh towels in the bathroom, failing miserably to hide his coy smirk as he goes, you answer simply, "Javi. He's offered to escort me around town," and stand in order to quickly finish moisturizing your leg before rushing to grab your things to get ready – loping by Javi and swatting him on the ass as you rush by. "I have to go, 'Buela. I'll call you when I'm back home," is your retort as you prop the phone on your shoulder to your ear and wiggle your panties on underneath the robe.

"Mmhmmm, well, behave, and make sure you invite him to the wedding. I'll tell your cousin and tía that you will for sure be bringing a date," she teases before saying goodbye.

You squint haughtily at Javi and purse your lips at him when you toss the phone onto the bed and shed the robe to start getting dressed in earnest. "Sorry!" he snorts and tosses his duffle aside and out of the way so he can sit on the bed and watch you get ready. "How's she doing?" he asks, smiling when you hurriedly apply some deodorant and a spritz of perfume before you slip on the yellow dress with white floral patterns, then whirl on him and shoot him a faux-glare.

"She's doing peachy now that she's got more to hassle me over, thanks to you," is your sassy musing as you put on a pair of comfortable leather sandals and grab your shopping tote. "This room is a disaster," you huff derisively and snatch up the camera, store it in the tote, and collect the photos before breezing by him and patting his shoulder coquettishly. "I hope you forewarned the housekeeper—"

Javi loops his arm around your waist and tows you back before sweeping you off your feet and into his lap. "I did, and I was gonna slip her some money, but she refused to take it—"

You shake your head at him. "That's impolite, babe. Hotel cleaning staff doesn't accept gratuities while you're still occupying the room. It's customary to leave a tip at the end, once you've checked out, usually for the number of days you've stayed," you tell him and smirk when he looks bewildered. "It's alright. I'm going to leave her a nice tip tomorrow morning."

He grunts and kisses your cheek. "Well, she said she'd swing by in a few, so let's head out," Javi muses and affectionately squeezes your waist before letting you up.

Smiling, you remember to grab his watch from the top of the lamp, pleased to see it ticking away. "Yay, it worked! Just have to set it," you remark and pass it to him as you rush to finish getting ready.

"I'll be damned," he marvels before working to set it to the current time flashing on the alarm clock across from him, then slips and clasps the silver watch onto his left wrist.

Once you've hurriedly stowed your things out of the way and stored the photos in your purse, you collect it and the tote while Javi grabs his keys and holds the door open for you. He takes your hand and leads you down to the elevator. Before it arrives, Javi pauses, and you look up at him curiously once you've finished arranging your cell in a pocket of your purse. "What?"

"Where'd you put all the, uh, stuff?" he asks and looks back in time to see the housekeeper round the corner with her cleaning trolley.

"Oh, I put them all in your bag," you tell him sweetly, smiling angelically at him when he gapes at your audacity as you tow him into the elevator with you, pulling him to stand with you in the back once the other occupants politely make room for you.

Not to be outfoxed, Javi daringly slips his hand under the back of your sundress and fondles your ass over your panties as he leans in close to whisper in your ear, "Such a mischievous thing, aren't you."

Heat pools in your tummy and tingles down between your legs at that.

As soon as the elevator opens on the lobby, you politely wait for the other occupants to exit before goosing Javi and skipping out. The grunt catches in his chest, coming out as a silly huff, and you're grinning when he gains on you and sweeps his arm around you to herd you against his side as you both stride briskly to the car.

"Where to first, atrevida?" he growls as he nuzzles your temple while he opens the door for you.

"Brunch!" you chirp innocently and peck him on the lips. "I know a place."

Javi follows your directions, and pretty soon, you're both sitting at an outside eatery that overlooks the resplendent waters of the sea under the gorgeous, balmy sunny afternoon. The breeze is cool and pleasant as it undulates gently around you both, stirring your hair to dance languidly around your shoulders while it lightly tousle's Javi's curls.

"So…I don't think I've mentioned it previously, but, my cousin? The one you met that one time?" You're now musing after finishing your coffee and finally working up the confidence to tell him. "She's getting married. 'Buela was telling me that they're moving up the date, so I'll need to make time to visit in order to help with the arrangements," you find yourself rambling when he looks deeply into your eyes with those dark brewed pools of brown that are flashing chestnut under the warm sunlight. "I know you're likely to be busy, and it's a bit of a hassle, but—?"

The smile that tugs his lips in precocious, eyes crinkling teasingly as he interjects smoothly, "Are you asking me to be your plus one?"

You press your lips together and wet them before going for aloof, shrugging a shoulder as you drawl, "Yes, I suppose I am."

He smirks and drags your chair closer so he can murmur, "I'd love to go. I'll even be on my best behavior, querida," before kissing your cheek.

You're feeling a bit hot under the collar now, so you cross your legs and lean back in the chair to shoot him a flirty glance. "You'd have to be. It's already going to be a crucible to go. The last thing I need is for you to misbehave," is your offhanded remark as you run your fingers through your hair and look over at the sea.

Admiring your gold-lit features, he asks, "Why a crucible?"

You sneer, despite yourself. "I mean, for loads of reasons. She's my younger cousin and she's getting hitched first, so I'm sure I'll get peppered with forlorn looks and questions. Not to mention the backwards compliments about being too pretty to be unwed and childless," you remark and glance back at him. "So, save yourself, while you still can," is your quip.

Javier reaches for your hand and rubs the back of your palm with his thumb. "You're talking to the master of going stag to weddings. No amount of guilt trips can possibly compare to the crap I get from the tías and primas," he retorts glibly, and squeezes your hand affectionately when you smile. Then, a sudden thought pops into his head, causing him to blurt, "Is your father going?" Your serene expression shutters in at the mention, and Javi kicks himself for asking.

The curt shake of your head was going to be your only answer, but then you huff at yourself and soften as you glance at him before you answer evenly, "He's got no reason to come. I'm sure he was invited, but he won't go – not when there isn't something in it for him."

Javi internally frowns at that, and interlaces his fingers with yours. "So, that means I could get away with feeling you up on the dance floor?"

Your expression lights up with delighted humor as you grin and flick your hand out of his so you can swat his bicep and seethe sardonically, "Que beyako sinvergüenza tu eres."

He laughs at being called a shameless horn-dog, and just bounces his eyebrows provocatively at you, so you squeeze his thigh and scoff at him, but you're smiling irreverently, even when you narrow your eyes admonishingly at him for getting you riled up in public. Javi can see the heat in your look, so he signals for the check. Once it's taken care of, he's escorting you down to walk las murallas – the Spanish fortified walls that protected the city from attacks centuries' prior. Javi is content to enjoy the stroll and see the sights while you hold hands and chat.

"—I love it here. Cartagena's always reminded me of home," you're remarking blithely as you stop and peer out at the view from atop one of the longer walkways that looks out at the sea.

"Yeah?" Javi inquires and leans on the stacked stone next to you as he gazes out.

"Mmhmm, it's got the fortified castle and forts, these murallas – they all remind me of Old San Juan. Same with the plazas and being so close to the water," you muse and smile when he encircles your waist and rests his hand at your hip. "It's got nothing on El Morro, though."

"Hmm, I'll take your word for it until I see it for myself. Preferably when you let me tag along for a visit," he remarks confidently and takes the tote from your shoulder so he can retrieve the camera. Before you can protest or even absorb his cocksure remark about going back home with you, he gestures for you to pose for him. "C'mon. Can't let this good light and backdrop go to waste," he taunts and makes it clear he's not going to put the camera away until you acquiesce.

With a roll of your eyes, you turn and pose for him, smiling when he grunts a pleased sound just before snapping the photo. The camera whirs and ejects the photo, which Javi takes and slips into his back pocket while he returns the camera to the tote before you sling it to your shoulder and amusedly grab him by his belt loop and tow him along to continue your stroll.

Once you've traversed the fortified walkways at the top of the walls, you stride at a leisurely pace towards Las Bóvedas, a sprawling structure that had previously been the housing for dungeons and munitions depots, which were now the location of shops for local vendors and artisans. Javi admires the colorful wares and intricate decorative gifts while you peruse and chat, filling him in on the theme of the wedding reception and how you were on the lookout for beach-chic decorations. When you both find a vendor with just the kind of items you're looking for, Javi then stands silent and impressed as you politely haggle with the man. He knows it's an art to haggle, one he does not have, seeing how it makes him feel like an impolite jerk, so he rarely commits to the practice and ends up just paying what a shopkeeper or artisan suggests. You, however, are amiable but firm, showing you're not a tourist or a pushover, but willing to be very fair. So much so, that you compromise on the price by suggesting that if he was to give you one more bag of the sea-glass, that you'd pay the full price he was asking for on the seashells. Pleased with the offer, he places the purchases into the tote for you while you quickly count out the money and glare sharply at Javi when you so much as see his hand move towards his back pocket for his wallet.

"Gracias," you jovially thank the man and shake his hand before letting Javi thread your arm in his to continue the stroll through the hall. "What a find! These are going to look so nice inside table settings," you're chiming happily and smiling when he chivalrously takes the tote from you and slings it over his shoulder. "You're bored to tears, aren't you," is your chortled hum.

"Not at all. I never get to do this. It's nice," he tells you warmly and kisses your temple before draping his arm around your shoulders. "So, who's the lucky guy that's marrying your cousin? Do you know him well?"

You give him a deviously teasing smirk when you hum a silly sound and lead him over to a plaza lined with shady trees and classic park benches. "Oh, you know him, too," you simper as you sit and smile up at him when he quirks a dubious brow before sitting down next to you. "Remember the guy at El Coyote that you threatened? Miguel? She's marrying him."

Javi's expression is a comical deadpan as he replays the night in his head, and pictures the clean-cut guy you'd been perreando with before he'd stormed between you two and practically threatened to fuck him up. "Shit, really?!" he exclaims and absently rubs his jaw in bemusement. "How'd that happen?"

"Hah, overtime. They'd kind of always liked each other, but after that whole fiasco at the club, he'd offered to escort her home, and he kept checking in with her, so she finally asked him if it was because he liked her or just was worried I ran with a bad crowd that would get her in trouble," you explain wryly, relishing how huffy Javi gets at the implication. "He said it was because he liked her, and had kind of felt like dancing with me like that had been his karma for not pursuing her like he should've."

"Fucking right about that," Javi mutters in a surly drawl, and you scoff and nudge your shoulder into his side. "When are we gonna dance like that, hmm?" he purrs and leans sidelong into you.

"When you take me to a club that plays reggaetón," you chime and turn so you can nuzzle the side of his neck. "Lord knows your merengue moves are for shit—"

Javi retaliates by pulling you close and kneading your sides irreverently, which sends you into effervescent giggles as you squirm and wriggle to get free.

"You're lucky we're out in public, malcriada," he husks tauntingly at your ear before letting you slip out of his grasp.

You stand from the bench and daringly tousle his hair before scampering off with your purse, grinning when he bounds up and in long strides easily catches up to you and falls in step at your side. By the time you get back to the parked jeep, the sun is starting to dip in the horizon, so you both decide to have an early dinner and head back to the hotel.

The restaurant's terraza has a dazzling view of the city and the coast beyond, and the shade provided by the pergola roof keeps the glowing heat of dusk from being too stifling. The overhead fans stir the breeze about you both as you sit at your cozy little table for two close to the veranda. It's so little that you decide to sit adjacent to each other, favoring being close during your meal rather than pretend demureness across the table. You can tell Javi's cruising for a cigarette from the absent thrumming of his right hand along the tabletop while you listen to the waiter list the dessert options for the evening. Pressing your lips together, you can't help think of Javi's brand of dessert back home, and when you glance at him chastely, you can see the raunchy reminder skimmed his thoughts too by the way he smirks.

You settle on the slice of trés leches and merrily slide it between you and Javi once it's delivered, indicating to Javi you were sharing and would have no argument. The slice is topped with a cocada, so you pluck it free and take a bite before cheekily feeding the rest to Javi.

"Mmph. Christ, woman," he grumbles around the coconut treat and chews vigorously while he amusedly squeezes your knee under the table as you smile around your forkful of cake. "You're gonna fatten me up—"

"Ay, deja de esas pendejadas, Javi," you snicker dismissively, not having any of his modesty. "After all, you're gonna need the energy boost for later," is your saucy purr as you slice a piece of the cake and offer it to him.

Javi's cock twitches in his jeans at the sultry look in your eyes and the implications of your taunt as he lets you feed him. He hums as he chews, and not entirely from the rich cake. His coffee brewed eyes are flashing at you from the glow of the sun setting in the distance, golden skin warm and features looking even more chiseled from the contouring shadows created by the dying daylight.

Putting the fork down, you seamlessly retrieve the camera from the tote tucked at the handle of your chair. "Strike a pose, hermoso," you bossily chime and smile when he rolls his eyes. "Nope. I want a picture. You got yours for the day, and I want mine—"

"You already got yours this morning of me sleeping, atrevida," he interjects derisively and crosses his arms over his broad chest, arching a challenging brow.

"That one doesn't count," you declare with authority and insistently peer at him through the viewfinder. "Appease me, will yah?"

Exhaling humorously at that, Javi relents and offers you a relaxed pose in the chair, pouty smile exuding a reserved affection for you while his features etch handsomely in a cool regard. Your desire giddily tickles down into your core at the sexy specimen before you, and once you snap the photo, you swiftly snatch the image as soon as it's ejected before slipping the camera back into the tote. Flirtatiously, you lean over to peck Javi on the lips.

The glow of dusk catches in his dark lashes as you gaze into his eyes before whispering in his ear, "Eres tan bello," and brush your lips teasingly along the hinge of his jaw before you sit back.

Javi's arousal is burning incandescently from the praise and the hungry look in your blazing gaze. The golden glow of sunset casts you in gorgeous relief, and it takes every ounce of self-control he has not to sweep you up and claim you against the nearest surface.

"I bet you look way better in your photo," he quips instead, smiling when you shake the Polaroid idly while it develops.

"Doubt it. Whip it out and let's see," you playfully retort, so Javi snickers and reaches for the photo he'd slipped into his back pocket.

He places it down on the table, and you set the other photo next to it. You smile at how he was able to capture the beautiful blue sky and turquoise sea behind you even though he clearly was intent on getting a tight shot of you as you leaned against the stacked stonewall. Javi flicks his appraising gaze from you to the photo he's in, snorting at how you captured him front lit by the sunset's dying rays, so his hair is flashing like poured dark chocolate while his eyes have a chestnut glean.

Glancing between both fondly, you declare, "Alright, they're both great shots."

He chuckles and leans back in the chair to shoot you a flirty look while you take the photos and slip them into your purse with the others for safekeeping. Once that's done, you tuck your chair further into the table so you can pick up the fork and resume snacking. With a precocious smile, you scoop a bite of the cake and offer it to him with a serene-yet-knowing look as you murmur, "So, I've been wondering." He accepts the bite and hums questioningly for you to continue. "When you got in the elevator yesterday, you clearly knew what floor I was on before you saw me. How'd you get my room number?" You stare at him musingly and scoop a bite for yourself.

"Easy. I went to the front desk manager and flashed my badge," Javi remarks unabashedly and leans back in the chair when you chidingly shake your head at him. "What?"

"You abused your authority to get tabs on me," you scoff and place the fork down on the plate, licking your lips as you cross your arms and level him with an imperious, albeit sarcastic look. "For shame, Javier."

"Give me a break," Javi cavalierly sneers and shifts to face you better as he dangles his arm casually off the back of his chair. "You ignored all my calls, so it's not like I had any hope that you'd answer if I called you from the lobby," he aloofly remarks. "That's hardly an abusive use of my authority. I just asked them to confirm you were staying at the hotel, and when they did, asked for the floor and room number—"

"You better hope the same manager isn't working the front desk in the morning, secret agent man, you," is your wily remark as you cross your legs, reaching your swaying foot to caress along his shin. "I don't want him staring at me like some criminal that managed to bed the agent that was seeking me out," you teasingly grumble. Javi skims his hand up your leg to knead your calf affectionately and grunts noncommittally before impishly winking at you. "So then, what's the most egregious use of your DEA powers you've ever gotten away with?" you jokingly ask and brush your hand through your hair from the wafting breeze.

"Besides all the shit recently?" he quips, and you nod and hum goadingly. Javier doesn't even have to think about it. "When we went up to La Catedral, Steve and I rifled through Escobar's shit – pocketed some stuff, fucked around with his belongings," he remarks, then offhandedly adds, "And I took a piss in his luxury gilded toilet."

You stare at him before cracking up in amazed delight. "What?!" When he just grins and takes a sip from his drink, you sit up and lightly shove his shoulder as you giggle, "You're freaking lying!"

"Steve has the photo to prove it. He said the picture would've been a lot better if I'd had to take a shit—" he tells you and wryly bites his bottom lip when you dissolve into a fit of giggles, laugh unspooling into a melodious cackle as you hold your sides before discordantly sighing an effervescent snicker when he tells you, "It's the closest I ever got to pissing on the fucker's grave."

There's a pensive look in his eye after commenting that, one he tries to hide by glancing off. You lean over and cup his cheek, coaxing him back to stare into your gentle regard. You know how much regret and resentment he holds around the subject of the late drug kingpin, and the angst that bubbled up in his flippant tone was something only you could pick up on thanks to knowing him as intimately as you do. Caressing your thumb along the apple of his cheek, you hum thoughtfully.

"We could go to his real grave so you can piss on that?" you suggest macabrely but with an angelic smile.

It's so utterly scandalous that it unearths his deep, gravelly laugh, and you triumphantly grin at him while he guffaws and rubs his hand along his jaw before covering his mouth in an attempt to stifle his mirth. He cups the back of your hand before you can recede it from where you've lightly clasped it at the side of his neck so he can guide it back to his cheek. He plants a kiss into your palm and gazes warmly at you.

Something mighty coils in his chest when he looks into your eyes and sees nothing but confident, unwavering love gleaming back at him. Everything he feels for you feels suddenly so immense, yet delicate. He wants to proclaim to you how much it means to him to have you again, but can't think of anything worthy enough – that'll properly convey the measure of how important and transcendent your grace has been for him. Nothing's enough, he thinks. Taking your hand and folding it in his, Javi exhales and relaxes back into his chair. Unbidden, the image of how your dainty hand would look with a ring on it charges across his mind's eye, giving him pause and evoking a heavy longing he's unsure of how to handle.

When he just keeps gazing at you with that intensely smoldering stare, you squeeze his hand and snicker, "What?"

He shakes his head clear of the possessive mirage in his thoughts and rumbles, "Nothing. Just thinking…debating on whether I should have another bite," and glances at the cake, earning a silly scoff from you before you slide the plate closer so you can go back to sharing the dessert.

The romantic moment lingers between you as the sunset bleeds into the horizon and ushers in the twinkling navy shroud of night. After you finish dinner and leave the restaurant, Javi escorts you down the promenade. He's really craving a cigarette, but wants to delay it and stay present with you. Especially when you curl into his side and slip your arm around his waist as you stroll leisurely across the avenue towards the parked car.

When he opens the door for you, instead of hopping in immediately, you slink up against him and murmur seductively, "When we get back to the room? I'm going to tear your clothes off and have my way with you."

Javi's grunt catches in his chest and his eyes flicker with something fierce as you slide into the seat and set your purse and tote down so you can run your palms down the hem of your dress teasingly and bat your lashes. He slams the door and rushes around to the driver's side, gets in, starts the engine, and drives in a hurry to the hotel.

You've wanted him all day, and the yearning only got more demanding as the day wore on, but when he kept looking at you at dinner with that molten hunger in his eyes? Lips pouty and quirked as if he had some secret intent towards passion-filled desire he was trying to keep at bay? It made you ache in the seat of your core and tingle with anticipation.

Said anticipation builds when he's parked and whisked you out of the car to practically breeze through the lobby of the hotel towards the elevators. The ride up to the floor you're staying on is one where you're both crackling with lust due to having to behave thanks to the presence of the other occupants who rode up with you. But the minute the elevator dings on your floor and the doors slide open, you agilely slip out with Javi right on your heels.

He's got the key to the door, so you innocently stand aside for him to open it. Once he does, and he steps in to hold it open for you so you can set your purse and tote aside before he shuts and locks the door, you give one quick glance at the pristinely appointed room and the turned down bed before blithely pulling your sandals off. Javi's just taken off his watch and set it aside on the table when you whirl around and follow through on your promise – pouncing on him like a tigress and flattening him out on the bed. You heatedly kiss him and make short work of unbuttoning his shirt before yanking his belt and jeans undone while he lies riveted under you.

The hoarse grunt he lets out when you straddle him and tug his shirt off with judicious pulls at his sleeves and the back of his collar is awed and enthralled. Your unrelenting passions keep him on delay as he gazes up at you and burns with arousal from your dominant display. You can feel his dick already rock-hard for you as you shimmy nimbly over him in order to yank his jeans down his hips and thighs as he hastily kicks his boots and socks off, so you smile and trail the tip of your tongue down the line of his stomach as you finish snatching him free of the denim before peeling his underwear off.

Completely naked now, Javi pants shallowly and blushes when you loom over him – smugly admiring how turned on and needy he is while you're still fully clothed. His stomach is taut from him stretching out on the bed, muscles tensing with worked-up thrill as you run your hands over his hips covetously.

When you lightly palm the underside of his cock before gliding your hand over him and letting his cock resist being tugged in your direction before you let it bob back to strain towards his lower belly, Javi stutters enticingly, "Christ, querida—" He chokes on his gasp when you slink down onto your knees and start fondling his heavy spheres with your mouth before you lave a lick up the length of his cock. You groan around the thick head of his cock when you purse your mouth over it, and the salty tang of his pre-cum glides along your tongue from how you twirl it around him. "Oh fuck—fuck, baby," Javi rambles huskily as he tosses his head back and arches under your oral havoc. "N-Not gonna fucking last—w-wanted you all day—"

"Shh, mi rey," you murmur thickly when you let his cock slip free from your mouth so you can coo him and catch your breath. "Gózalo, porque me tienes loca con ganas de devorarte," is your provocative purr before you take his cock back into your velvet heat and hollow out your cheeks around him.

Hearing you call him your king and order him to enjoy the devotion of your mouth because he has you feeling crazy with the need to devour him whips something wild and primal in him. It strikes a primordial chord in him that leaves him writhing and moaning gruffly as he lets his hips start to chase the wet ecstasy beyond your plush lips.

You absolutely love how he's giving in to the pleasure, and can feel him begin to wind up with a scorching orgasm when the sudden buzzing ring of a phone erupts in the room. Startled, you sit up and let Javi's thick cock slip out of your mouth with a wet pop and stare bemusedly about until you realize the ringing is coming from Javi's duffle.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Javi growls contumely, feeling his temples throb from the aborted pleasure. Heat rises to his chest, neck and face before flaring up to the tops of his ears as he sits up on his elbows and looks down at you all flustered. "I gotta get that…"

You nod and agilely maneuver up from the floor to pivot out of the way by stretching sidelong on the bed for him to rush up. He hurriedly grabs his jeans, shoves his legs into them and hastily yanks them up to his hips. You idly wipe the spit from your lips and squeeze your thighs together to nurse the pulsing arousal that's thrumming in your empty cunt while you watch him carefully tuck his still-hard cock away and pull the fly up before bounding to his bag and retrieving the phone.

He answers with a terse, "Peña," before turning away to scrub his hand down his face in surly frustration. You can only sigh and lounge on the bed with your legs tucked in, hoping it'll be a short call, but the way Javi's shoulder's broaden and his back stiffens tells you it's going to be a while. He turns and the look he gives you confirms as much, as he mouths, 'I'm fucking sorry.' You silently scoff and gesture for him not to sweat it.

"—Been trying to reach you all day, boss. Are you back in Bogotá?"

"No," he huffs to his deputy before gesturing with a tilt of his head that he's going to go out to the balcony to talk as he's already making the stride over to pull the curtain aside and open the slider door. "Didn't make the flight. Something very important came up here. Go ahead and catch me up," he curtly remarks and leans moodily into the railing while he glances back at you in the bedroom.

While Stoddard talks, Javi listens and runs his hand impatiently through his hair when he sees you stand from the bed and coquettishly signal that you're going to just run a bath. He pouts and nods, internally cursing the moment being spoiled so spectacularly over a fucking impromptu report of the latest cartel turf war killings. Angrily digging into his pocket for his lighter and cigarette pack, Javi lights one and smokes his stress and sexual frustration away while he gets to watch you strut into the bathroom, bend over to seal the drain and run a bath in the soaking tub. After you pour something into the water, you stand to pull your sundress up and off your head before tossing it aside and stripping your bra and panty off next.

"—Still no corroboration on that one, but my source tells me it's likely Cali trying to cripple North Valley—"

As the man goes on, Javi is dimly watching you stand in your nude glory facing the mirror as you gather your hair up and fasten it into a fetching bun before sauntering over and checking the water is to your liking before you step into the tub and ease into the bath.

"—Keep looking into that. I'm flying back tomorrow, so first thing Monday, we can review possible targets," he interrupts his deputy as he unseeingly puts out his cigarette in the ashtray outside before exhaling the last drag in a huff of smoke. Once Stoddard confirms he'll have everything ready for him when he's back, Javi ends the call and comes back into the room, shutting the slider after himself.

He lopes into the bathroom after setting his cigarettes and phone aside on the table, and finds you relaxing in the warm bath. He notices the sudsy bubbles that cling to the surface and ebb up your chest when you lull your head back and alluringly stare up at him.

"Come soak with me?" you petition and adjust your arm from draping along the rim of the tub to delicately sweep over the puffiest billow of bubbles.

"Definitely, but first, let me get the taste of cigarette out of my mouth," he muses and goes to hurriedly brush his teeth.

When he's gargling and spitting into the sink basin, you venture, "Everything ok?"

"Yeah. Just more cartel killings," he huffs as he shuts the faucet off and turns to lope back while already unfastening his jeans. "Cali hit Norte del Valle hard this weekend," he sighs dejectedly while he strips out of the denim. You make room for him to enter the tub by sitting up and shuffling forward so he can ease into the bath with you, sliding in behind you in the warm bubbly water and adjusting you to lean back into him. "No more talk of that shit for the rest of the night," he rumbles behind your ear before planting a kiss below it.

He's so warm, smelling of his natural musk, spearmint and the cling of smoke. A hand cups your side while the other rubs along the back of your arm when you tuck it backwards so you can caress his hair. "Back to reality tomorrow," you sigh as you turn your cheek so you can brush a kiss along his jaw. He grunts and nuzzles the back of your hairline. "I loved this…spending time together like this, without anything else pulling at us," you find yourself confiding, relishing the tranquility of being in the warm water, snuggly folded in his arms.

"I did too," he murmurs and kisses along the slope of your neck. "It can be like that more…we can go back and be together the way we were today," Javi professes while his hand traces the length of your side languidly under the water.

Turning sidelong, you glance pensively up at him while the water and bubbles ripple around you both. "It's not the same. Here, it was like we were in our own little world, without any hassles or problems waiting for us. Nothing to trample through and pull us apart," you muse, adding softly, "It's not going to be like that when we go home."

Home. Javi always feels something warm curl behind his sternum when you say that. "I know, but we can try. I will try more," he husks, eyes lowering to your lips when they part bemusedly as you shift to face him fully now in order to straddle his lap. He cups your jaw and tenderly traces his thumb along your chin. "Every time we're apart, I'm fucking miserable," he blurts unselfconsciously, and you feel a bubble of emotion lodge in your throat as you hiccup a breathy ironic sound, so he gives you a coy smile as he grouses, "I get that we're both constantly under a microscope at work, and we have to be careful, but I don't want to let that get in the way of us anymore."

Your gaze intensifies as you weigh that before you level him with a guarded expression. Leaning forward to rest your forehead against his, you ask in a hushed tone, "Javi…what are you saying, exactly?"

He didn't expect you to ask that. Usually, whenever he's put on the spot, he obfuscates, or downplays enough that he can shift the question away from himself. But right now, with you gazing into his eyes, at your most vulnerable together after an amazing day in paradise, Javi shrugs free of the doubt and frenetic self-preservation in order to commit to what he's really telling you.

"I want more, and I want it with you, querida."

The weight and sincerity of his declaration bowls you over, leaving your heart fluttering in awe and your entire being feeling alight.

You cup his face in your hands and crackle with the lightning-charged immensity of your feelings bursting free from where you keep them locked away in yourself – the surge of it filling your chest. It unlatches you from the safety of your resoluteness in order to profess what you've never told anyone else in your life, taking the biggest leap out into the dangerous unknown.

"I want to be with you forever, Javi."

His breath catches at your silky murmur and the open love glimmering in your eyes, and with nothing worthy to retort, he pulls you close and kisses you with a voracious devotion that's just as all consuming as your passionate adoration. The water sloshes about from the frenzied movements of him sitting up and you curling around him to be entangled in each other's embraces as the kiss deepens. You carve your bodies together and grind lusciously, getting lost in the yearning delight you stir up in one another. He's hard and eager between your thighs, grabbing your hips to maneuver you onto him, but the vehemence of your movements has water splashing about and cresting over the rim of the tub to the tiled floor.

You giggle against his mouth and lean back to snicker, "We're making a mess—"

"Not yet, we aren't," he purrs and mouths down your neck to suckle a cheeky kiss into your pulse point. You hum and clench your thighs around him, so he growls thickly, "I want you. Wanted to make you mine all day."

That makes arousal surge warmly in your womb and buzz down into the clutch of your pussy. In a throaty hiss, you demand, "Bed. Right now."

Javi nods before enthusiastically helping you climb out of the tub before he follows suit. You rush to dry yourself, butterflies of desire zinging about in your core as Javi hitches up behind you and herds you out of the bathroom and over to the bed. You sassily whirl on him and snicker at his still damp torso, so you unwrap the towel from your body and audaciously dry him off. He snorts and humors you for a few silly seconds until he snatches the towel and tosses it away before picking you up and placing you onto the soft bedding. His deft fingers dip between your legs, and you're already soaked – pussy warm and drenching with need for him. Your own hand rubs his thick cock while you shiver at how hard and throbbing it is for you.

You both are already so aroused after nursing your desires on slow burn all day that you both skip with the foreplay entirely – reveling in each other once Javi's seated himself completely in your aching heat, unearthing a rapacious desire from each other. It's feral, but loving – a balance of intense carnality and reverent passion. You cling to him in every way, giving yourself over and moaning with tender delight as he strokes your pleasure and clutches you in his strong hands.

Javi guides you, holds you up on the proverbial precipice while he thrusts deeply into your yearning pussy until you're arching your shoulders back into the bed and angling your hips up to his powerful thrusts that root his cock home in you.

When he bows his head into the crook of your shoulder and groans, "Always so warm and tight – take me so fucking good," while he quickens his pace into a pounding thrust through your soaked silken sheath, you mewl and bury a hand in the back of his hair while the other grips his shoulder. You're blushing from the pressure his cock is grinding into the nested pleasure point in you, gasping when he turns his head so he can press his mouth to your neck and suckle a possessive kiss into your delicate skin before he growls, "Feel you fluttering already, baby. Go ahead and let go. Come on me—"

You keen a mewl as your knees grapple for purchase at his ribcage and wrap your arms around his neck when your cunt clenches at his filthy praise before rippling with your squelching climax. Overcome, you exhale a harsh cry and whimper, "Javi!" just as you lose yourself to your orgasm, coming hard on his cock and writhing in his arms.

Javier keeps you quivering under him by cooing loving praise in your ear as he prolongs your bliss by slipping his hand between your warm bodies so he can rub your thrumming clit. "—This glorious pussy f-feels so good when you come on my cock. You look divine when you s-say my name while coming. You know that? Can't get over it," he croons in a velvety tone, kissing down your neck and collarbones to lean up and gaze down at your beatific reaction as you succumb to the throes of another orgasm he's coaxed with his fingers on your pulsing clit and the thick fill of his cock throbbing in your cunt. He groans in satisfaction at the sight of your tits rising and falling from your rapid breath, shivering when you sob your whimpers of pleasure and flood his cock with your gushing climax. "F-Fuck, that's it, corazón. Want you to f-feel so good. Keep you coming like this all night—"

You moan and stare up at him on fuck-drunk delay, one hand gripping the bedding above your head as you arch your back up, instinctually seeking the heat of his skin and the weight of his body on you as your other hand clutches at his forearm. "J-Javi. Te necesito. W-want you to m-make me yours," you stammer, cock-dumb and salacious for the delirious bloom of being filled to the brim with Javi's release. "Please-please, dámelo, mi amor."

Javi's cock twitches inside the clutch of your molten cunt at that, feeling a depraved surge of power at having you begging for him to give it to you. Gathering you up in his big hands by the back of your hips and balancing you in his embrace, Javi hunches over you and barrels his next thrusts to spear into you as deep as he can go before he sets a hard and fast pace. You moan when his hips snap into you and plunge him into that tender cluster of pleasure that he now keeps pounding into over and over again until you're delirious with tingling fire. It fills the cradle of your womb and scintillates along your nerve endings, sending you over the precipice into searing euphoria.

Your toes curl and your head snaps back as you come again, crying out, "Javi!" in a long-drawn-out wail, hands clinging into his back as you lose yourself to the carnal ecstasy.

Having you strangle his cock with a fierce orgasm so sensational that you're now sobbing inarticulate pleas is just too much for him to hold out against. So, with desperate need, Javi pounds his cock into you with sheer abandon now and unravels the coiled up pleasure in his gut to snap loose and engulf him with dizzying heat. His mind hazes over with the crackling bliss that's carving into his very marrow as he shouts your name and erupts his climax deep into the vice of your pussy that almost seems to have been molded for him. He trembles with the force of his orgasm, hips stuttering as he spurts his cum deep, filling you with the divine bloom of sated warmth that radiates through your sinew and has your womb fluttering.

Spent, Javi curls over you, enveloping his arms protectively around you as he raggedly catches his breath and rests his forehead against the side of your head. He dimly feels how soaked you both are from your ardent lovemaking while you carefully pry your hands from below his shoulder blades to languidly caress up and down his back. You turn your head and smile exhaustedly into his cheek, senses still rocked by reaching climax so many times in a row that you lost count. Javi noses down to your neck and inhales your heady scent, feeling an eerie sense of calm wash over him.

With a doting brush of his lips across the hinge of your jaw, he rasps, "I love you."

You melt under him, tucking your features to affectionately nudge his and coax his lips to meet yours before susurrating, "I love you too."

You're both content to stay sprawled on the bed like this, entwined and wrecked in each other's arms, so you do for an immeasurable period of time before you drift off. You stir when Javi's taking care of your tender flesh with a damp towel before he gently tucks you under the covers. The lights go off, and then you feel him slide into bed next to you. You reach for him, humming for him to hold you close.

His arms encircle you as he presses a kiss to your forehead and cheek before tucking your head under his chin. You cling to him like he's your anchor and are instantly asleep again, lulled by his warm skin and languid caresses down the curve of your side to your hip, and back up. Javi feels you go slack in his arms – your soft breath brushing across his collarbone and enigmatic scent entrancing him into his own needed slumber.

You both wake up early the following morning, relaxed but intent on getting the show on the road, so you share a quick routine of getting ready together before you dress and start packing your bags.

You've just finished stowing all your clothes and toiletries into your travel duffle when Javi is grabbing his and snorting at all the sex toys you'd hastily shoved in it. Shooting him an angelic wink, he shakes his head wryly at you as he shoves the rest of his belongings in and zips it up. Once all packed, you write a pleasant 'thank you' note on hotel stationary to the housekeeper and leave her a generous tip – one Javi tries to contribute heftily to and you literally have to keep slapping his hand with the money away as you fold the note neatly and leave it tucked on the table for her.

"Tan terca," he huffs irreverently as he grabs both your bags and leads the way out the hotel room.

Securing your purse across your shoulders, shouldering your laptop bag, and hanging the tote in the crook of an arm, you scoff sassily, "You're the one being all macho about paying all the time, so that makes you the stubborn one."

"Uh-huh, sure, guapita," he sarcastically drawls as you get into the elevator and head down to the lobby.

Luckily, the staff behind the front desk is different from the one working on Friday, so you don't get any strange looks as you complete checkout. But, when Javi turns to shoulder his duffle so he can wrap his now-free hand around your waist and head out, he spots the manager who'd attended him enter the employee side of the front desk and cast a quizzical look his way. You're none the wiser – too busy doing one last check of the items in your purse – as Javi herds you out and communicates an unspoken, 'Thank you for cooperating' look to the man as you both exit.

After arriving at the Cartagena airport and dropping off the rented jeep, you and Javi get in the terminal and check-in for the flight. Once you've gotten your boarding pass, Javi finds out that the flight is full, so the only remaining seat he can grab is at the front of the plane in what's considered the business class section. He accepts after you wryly muse, "It's only an hour and a half."

You have coffee together at the cozy cafe bar near your gate, sitting adjacent to each other so you can talk and people-watch. When they announce your flight is beginning to board, Javi carries your bag for you until he has to hand it over in order to board first, by his business class group. Affectionately, you pinch his green-button-up-clad side and smirk when he saunters through the gate with his duffle in hand. You never get tired of watching that fine snug-jean-draped ass of his go, and are more than content to wait your turn to board the plane.

Said plane is a smaller aircraft, with a narrow aisle with 2-seat rows flanking it. You're seat is towards the middle of the plane, so when you see Javi seated in the second row, you smile, even though you're about 8 rows behind him. You figure at the very least it'll be a decent excuse to use the flight time to take a nap. As you pass his seat, he impishly brushes his fingers along the inside of your wrist and smiles when you retaliate by squeezing his shoulder affectionately.

Arriving at your aisle, you make quick work of stowing your travel bag in the overhead and slip into your row to take the window seat before tucking your bags and purse under the seat in front of you. You're wearing a loose coral blouse and fitted linen capris, so you're able to get comfortable in your seat while the remaining passengers continue to board. You expect the person sitting next to you to plop down any minute, but after the procession of passengers so far that goes by doesn't stop at your row, you eventually busy yourself with flipping through the airline magazine from the seat pouch in front of you.

Then, your peripheral vision catches the movement of someone tall and broad sinking into the aisle seat next to you with a pleased grunt. You look up to politely greet them and just end up squinting comically at Javi.

"What happened with your seat?" you pipe amusedly and shift to sit so you can peer at him.

"I gave it to the lady who was gonna sit here," he answers coolly and stretches out his legs as best as he can. "She was more than happy to switch seats—"

"You can't bear being without me, huh," you can't help tease, batting your lashes as you smile serenely at him.

His smirk is goading. "Why should I have to bear it ever?" he purrs and leans close so he can whisper, "And no, I can't."

Smitten by his answer, you lean in and brush your lips chastely against his pouty morsels before daringly suckling on his bottom lip. When he hums from deep in his chest, you cup his cheek and murmur, "Can you bear sitting on this flight for over an hour, and having to behave?"

"I'm gonna try, very, very hard to," he rumbles in a bass pitch before nuzzling a kiss into your temple.

Shoving the magazine back into the front pouch with a fawning sigh, you slip your hand in his and interlace your fingers before leaning your head onto his shoulder. "Good. Because when we get home, I'm not going to behave. At all."

The flight is uneventful, and you both manage to keep your lust at bay all the way through, then off the plane, and further while you get into Javi's SUV.

"Your place, or mine?" he asks as he turns on the car.

"Mine. I'm craving pandebonos," you retort warmly and rest your hand on his thigh. "Don Gilberto's, then the market, and then my place?"

He nods and sets out to drive over to your side of town. Don Gilberto is warm and friendly when you come in together after so long, and merrily chats you both up about how well his business has been since he started selling his coffee in bulk. So much so that he slips a few extra treats onto your plate as a thank you when he serves the coffee and breakfast.

Javi is content, feeling a comforting sense of déjà vu from sitting in the booth with you, at your favorite weekend coffee spot. It feels like old times, especially when he's accompanying you through the market for some food shopping, where you go hand-in-hand making your purchases for the week. He finds that he missed this routine with you, harkening back to the early days of your relationship when he'd spend most of his free time with you, shacked up at your place and trotting around your stomping grounds on the weekend.

You find that you'd missed this as well, and can't help show it – cuddling into Javi's side, kissing his neck just beyond his shirt's collar, and looping your arm around his waist.

It's all turning Javi on, so he noses the spot just behind your ear and husks, "You really can't help rile me up, huh."

Feigning innocence, you purse your plush lips and lean into his side more as you stroll to the next aisle. "I'm not. It's just chilly and you're so warm," you lilt, and when he grunts as if unconvinced, you add in a hushed purr, "But sure. I'm definitely looking forward to getting home and riding your cock like I've wanted to since this morning."

With that, you give him a heated leer before sauntering off to the produce area, leaving him to burn up with exhilarated lust. He's throbbing in his jeans for you as you blithely buy some vegetables and herbs and smile alluringly at him when he prowls over with the shopping tote you'd purchased for the errands. The minute you slip everything into the bag and say you're done shopping, Javi whisks his arm around your waist and pinches your hip.

"Car. Right fucking now," he growls in your ear in that gruff timbre he uses when he's very worked up and getting surly with need.

Your tummy tightens and arousal flutters in your core at the command, and you dampen your lips when you stare up at him and grin brazenly before scampering off ahead.

Fuck. Javi is so hard he can't think of anything beyond what he's going to do when he gets you home. It still awes him how you're able to get him this horny from just a look after a salacious taunt. Your playful teasing plucks eager delight in him every single time, so while he watches you strut in a sprint out to where he'd parked, Javi marches with the tote on his shoulder and debauchery in his mind, easily catching up to you and giving you an intense look as you get into the passenger seat and buzz with anticipation.

Javi deposits the shopping tote in the backseat with the rest of your bags from the trip before getting into the driver's seat. His sweeping gaze catches how you clench your thighs together subtly, the rise of goosebumps on your arms before you hug yourself to conceal how studded your nipples are through the lace of your bra when you realize they're indenting the coral blouse.

"Hmm, must be real cold," he taunts as he adjusts himself in his jeans before starting the car and yanking his seatbelt on.

"Yes," you exhale and put your seatbelt on as well, then glance provocatively at him and smile. "All that Caribbean heat was a shock to the system. I'll have to just bundle up in my warmest clothes—"

Javi silences your flirty croon by snaking his hand between your legs after he puts the car in gear. He cups your pussy through your capris, and you gasp and instinctively grind against his hand. "Hm, you seem warm to me," he drawls in a velvet over steel tone, adding smugly as he presses his fingers to trace the clothed seam of your cunt, "Nice and hot, even."

You underestimated Javi's insatiableness after going all day without sexual gratification, and can think of no rebuttal – too busy blushing and trying not to look like a woman who's getting pleasured in broad daylight by her lover while he drives. Just when you think in panicked thrill that he's going to get you off like this in the car, Javi pries his hand from between your thighs and pats your knee.

"Should be warmed up enough now," he rumbles in a honeyed tone and shoots you a smoldering look.

It's so cocky and self-assured, which makes you dizzy with umbrage and desire. Your panties are soaked with your need, and you're practically buzzing when he finally gets to your street and parks at the corner next to your complex. You are so flustered that you almost forget to take your seatbelt off before you open the door to get out. Javi loves that he got you back, just a little, so he gets out of the car and goes into the backseat to get most of the items while you loop your purse over your shoulders cross-body style, fling the strap of your laptop bag same as your purse, then grab the duffle and travel tote.

He thinks you're going to behave now, so he doesn't realize you've breezed around to his side of the car and have a free arm to loop around his front and graze your hand down his stomach to cup him through his jeans and give a cheeky squeeze as you purr, "Only this can get me nice and hot right now."

Javier's breath catches in his throat and he clenches his jaw to keep from groaning as he bucks into your hand shamelessly before reason shouts at him that he's out on the street and only the open backseat door is concealing what's happening. But then, your hand is gone and you're sauntering away like nothing happened up the sidewalk and over to the entryway to the courtyard. His brain is on delay as his cock throbs and his muscles flex in wound up frustration. Staring in shock over at you, Javi catches your sinful smirk just before you strut out of sight.

Needless to say, Javier shoulders everything and slams the backseat door closed in a rush before he stalks after you, completely frazzled and surly with his need to dominate you for the daring foreplay.

As soon as you'd turned out of sight, you broke out in a mad-dash sprint across the courtyard and up the steps to your apartment's door. This game is so stupid but you cannot deny how excited and tantalized it gets you. It also gets you going knowing how much Javi enjoys it as well and how he never thinks it's silly. If anything, it seems to unearth something primal and hungry – the proverbial urge that revels and takes gusto in dominating and taking what he wants. You are what he wants, and the fervor that he wants you with is an aphrodisiac for you.

You unlock the door and breeze through it just as you hear his boots clamoring across the path towards the steps. Your excitement tingles down into your core and has your pussy dripping into your panties, and it takes all your focus to set the travel tote down on the chair, drop your duffle bag next to it, and unburden yourself from purse and laptop bag so you can kick off your leather flats and be ready to scamper away.

Javi comes through the door and easily kicks it shut after himself before literally dropping his duffle from his shoulder down in front of it and plopping the grocery bag on top as he stares rapaciously at you while he unclasps his watch from his wrist, placing it, his keys, and wallet unseeingly onto the side table.

"Come here," he orders in a deep grouse that sends a jolt of heat into the clutch of your pussy.

You coyly take three steps back from him, clearly defying him, and shoot him a sultrily rebellious look.

And that's all it takes for him to rush towards you and pick you up effortlessly to be flung over his shoulder before you were even able to sprint away as you'd planned. You yelp in surprise and thrill as he carries you to your bedroom. "Such a fucking little tease. Siempre provocándome," he rumbles before tossing you onto the bed. You squeal while you bounce and watch delightedly as Javi yanks his shirt loose from his jeans and unbuttons it just as you finally settle on the bed. "Tan pinche atrevida," he huffs and pulls you to the foot of the bed by your ankle, and you hiccup a surprised sound before gasping when he yanks your capris off and tosses them. "I should spank you for being so goddamned naughty—"

"Me?!" You counter and sit up, grabbing his belt and tugging it roughly before you start to hastily unfasten it. "You were the one touching me in the car first!" is your saucy rebuttal as you unbutton his jeans and start pulling the zipper down. "You are the fucking atrevido—"

Javi bossily shoves you back onto the bed so he can yank your drenched panties down and bow his head between your thighs for a retaliatory swipe of his tongue through your dripping cunt. You moan out and arch off the bed, breathing a shaky exhale when he leans back and sucks a rough kiss into your inner thigh before he lightly slaps your mound. Your pussy clenches around nothing as you squirm, letting out a shocked and enticed reedy mewl that leaves your cheeks burning from the cloying need pulsing in your core.

"Take your fucking clothes off and get on your hands and knees," Javi commands as he stands back and toes off his boots in order to hurriedly strip his jeans and the rest of his clothes off.

You don't even think to contradict him or resist this time as you shimmy the blouse up and off and then tug at your bra, tossing it aside as you roll onto your hands and knees, completely naked and worked into a delirious tizzy.

Javi wants to bury his tongue in your cunt from behind, but when he sees how you're trembling and how flushed and dripping your pussy is, he can't help just drop onto the bed on his knees behind you and spear his cock in.

"Ahh—oh god," you cry out and buckle onto your elbows from the force of him slamming into you to the hilt.

"No. You're to say my name, and only my fucking name," Javi orders as he dominantly crowds you and snaps his hips into you for emphasis before biting your shoulder. You moan and quiver under him, so he squeezes your hip and growls, "You call out to anyone else but me, and I'll leave this needy little pussy empty."

You're set alight by his gruff command, and are quick to mewl, "Please, Javi. Need you—"

"Only my fucking name," he repeats into your ear before nudging you in a show of possessive dominance.

"Yes, Javi," you comply breathily and nuzzle his cheek.

Pleased with your submission, Javi starts to fuck you with uninhibitedness thanks to the burning, pent-up urge he'd been nursing the entire day. His hands feel like they're everywhere while he pounds into your pussy, and you are at his mercy as he pinches your nipples, rubs your clit, and grazes his teeth along the back of your neck while you moan and whimper his name.

When you accidentally mewl, "Mi amor—" in a whine, Javi rears back and slaps your ass, and you gasp and clench around him, flooding over with a gush of arousal. "Ja-Javi!" you cry and arch down towards the bed as he fucks you faster now, piston-like strokes of his cock angling into that nestled pleasure that has you seeing fireworks in the backs of your eyes every time his dick brushes against it.

"You're mine. S-Say you're mine," he husks in a rough pitch as his big hands grip your waist.

"Y-Yours! I'm yours—soy tuya," is your immediate sob of engrossed delight. "Only yours, Javi!"

It stokes a scorching wave of pride to crest up in him, so he hunches over you now and barrels his thrusts deep as he purrs, "Be a good girl and come for me, then, querida—"

You gasp out and writhe, coming undone by him as you wail his name in a drawn out cry, and climax all over his cock as he keeps pounding into you and chasing his need. The feeling of your cunt sucking him deep and clamping possessively around him has Javi rocking into you and coming hard, filling your rippling sheath with his cum until he brokenly moans and buries his face into the back of your neck.

Completely blissed out, Javi collapses over you and rambles sweet praise. "—Baby, always so good for me. Letting me have you like this. Can't believe you're mine. Love you so much—"

And you listen, elated and melting from the bone-rattling pleasure he's wreaked upon you while filling you up with his adoring grace.

When he pulls out and shifts so he's spooning you, Javi trails doting kisses along your shoulder, neck and jaw, and you just bask in the post-bliss euphoria.

"I missed this stupid game," you find yourself murmuring sardonically on an airy sigh.

He grunts an amused sound and kisses the back of your neck. "It's a wicked game you play," he drawls in a silly referential croon to the song, before adding smoothly, "But it's anything but stupid."

You hum and turn over to face him so you can caress his features and kiss his pillowed lips. "You really don't think it's silly?"

"No," he retorts and caresses his hand up languidly along the length of your spine, causing you to shiver. "I'm sure some sex shrink would have a field day analyzing it, though," is his joke as he rests his forehead to yours.

Scoffing playfully, you retort, "I mean, I can easily explain it: I love being chased, and you love it when I challenge your authority, because then you can exert your dominance and get me to yield to you willingly. And by then, I want to be dominated and made to feel safe and taken care of. It's totally hot."

Javi finds the description apt, resonating with how it revs his primal urges, and really enjoying hearing what you get out of it. Intrinsically he knew that, but it's a turn-on to hear you say it with such satisfaction. It has an effect on him, and by the way you're curling into him now, it's obvious you're titillated as well, thinking about it too. You kiss him with a simmering lust that has you sweeping your tongue into his mouth and stealing a groan of desire from deep in his chest.

When you suddenly shove him to roll onto his back so you can straddle his lap, Javi burns with arousal, heated stare getting dark with yearning as you possessively massage your palms over his warm pectorals before digging your fingers to knead the firm muscle.

"But now? It's my turn, and I want to ride your cock and make you mine, querido," you purr silkily and nudge his now straining cock to notch at the entrance of your weeping pussy before rolling your hips to plunge him into your molten pussy. Javi arches under you and moans, hands scrambling to clamp around your hips when you buck to drag his cock out of your cloying heat before slamming him back in, squelching his cum to seep out of you with every undulation over him.

It's searing when you both climax together, and the delicious feeling of him surging deep inside you while you come on him is something that leaves you both drunk and aflutter as you collapse onto his chest and come down from the blissed high together. You both exhaustedly kiss, sweaty and sated. Feeling like everything is just right in the world now that you're enraptured like this together again.

Eventually, you pull yourselves together for a quick shower, and only after you come out of the bathroom together do you remember the groceries and gasp, rushing to grab them from where he'd dropped the shopping tote by the door so you can store the perishable items in the fridge.

It actually is a chilly evening in the capital, so you and Javi put on pajamas to lounge in bed together while you eat takeout dinner. You're in slouchy bottoms and a baggy shirt with your hair pulled up into a loose bun while he's wearing his college shirt – the one you've been hoarding, and a pair of pajama trousers. You have your fluffy blanket draped around your legs while he sits reclined against the headboard, eating with gusto with his hair all damp and wavy. It's begging to get finger combed, so you thread your digits through his dark tresses while you continue to chat. Javi relaxes, chuckling when you kick the blanket to cover his feet so they don't get cold. You brush your hand to smooth the hair at his temple out for him and smile when he turns so his lips can skim the inside of your wrist.

Setting the takeout container he was eating from aside, he reaches for his cigarettes.

"—I'll have to leave early in the morning," he's telling you as he lights up.

You set your container on the nightstand so you can curl up on your side against him while he smokes. "Coffee date tomorrow?" you query wryly.

Javi wraps his arm around you and tucks you against him more snugly. "Definitely. I'm going to need the boost," he chuckles and noses into your hair mischievously.

Content, you find yourself unselfconsciously blurting on a sigh, "I missed this."

Exhaling, Javi stubs the cigarette into the ashtray on the nightstand and adjusts so he can wrap his arms around you. "I did too. So, let's never fight again," he rumbles glibly.

With a melodious giggle, you nuzzle his throat and loop your arms affectionately around his torso. "I'm sorry. It was my fault—" you begin to lament, but he grunts and conciliatorily rubs his cheek against your temple.

"That's behind us now," he assures and kisses your forehead when you sit up to gaze into his soulful brown eyes. "I just…I want to only look forward. To pursuing more…to making plans together," Javi murmurs and nuzzles you lovingly as he adds unabashedly, "I only care about you and me making each other happy, corazón."

Your gaze softens as you shift so you can caress your touch over his brow and affectionately brush his curls back from his forehead. "I agree, and I want that too, mi amor," you declare and kiss his lips, parting tentatively to whisper against his mouth, "All of it, with you."

Javi gets filled with a beaming surge of pride, and kisses you adoringly before wrapping you up in his arms tight. You revel in how he holds you and makes you feel like a divine, precious thing – something he covets and wants to keep safe, and you give yourself over to the feeling. With delight, you snuggle into him and sigh in a serene, content breath, feeling at home in his embrace.

You both settle into the routine you'd both missed, relishing being together again and finding home within each other.

The insecurities and doubts of before are quieted, buried under the relief of belonging to each other without fear or turmoil. It's a state you strive to remain in, and endeavor to shun any future threats that try to pull you apart again away from ever reaching the protective bubble of your love and devotion.

You'll both learn soon enough that intentions aren't able to shield you from the emotional devastation to come. But for now, you and Javi are happy and united, looking forward to the future and starting to percolate with plans that will bring you closer to the life you're envisioning together.

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Spanish-English Glossary:

Chulo/Chulito = cute guy; little cutie

Hermosa/hermoso = beautiful (female); beautiful (male)

Tentadora = Temptress

Mi amor = My love

¡Ave María purísima! = Hail Mary, the purest

No te puedo creer = I can't believe you

Canela = Cinnamon

Tiernita = Tender little girl

"¡Dámelo, Javi! Lo necesito, te lo suplico = Give it to me, Javi! I need it, I beg you

Mandón = Bossy man

Ay, que exagerado = Oh, what an exaggerator

Cariño = Darling/sweetheart

Loquita = Crazy girl

Querida/querido = Affectionate term, akin to expressing one's want and desire

Mi corazón = My heart; affectionate term to signify how deeply you love someone

Mira quien habla = Look who's talking

La Ciudad Mágica = The Magic City; Cartagena's nickname

Cocada = Coconut treat

Malcriada = Bratty woman; spoiled woman; naughty woman

Sí, patrona = Yes, madam/ boss lady/mistress

Abuela = Grandmother

Lindita = little cutie; pretty little girl

Tía = Aunt

Atrevido/Atrevida = Daring man/Daring woman

Primas = Female cousins

Que beyako sinvergüenza tu eres = What a shameless horn dog, you are

Perreando = Doggystyle dancing; grinding up on someone

Terraza = Terrace

Ay, deja de esas pendejadas, Javi = Oh, cut it out with that bullshit, Javi

Eres tan bello = You're so gorgeous/handsome

Mi rey = My king

Gózalo, porque me tienes loca con ganas de devorarte = Enjoy it, because you have me crazy wanting to devour you

Te necesito = I need you

Dámelo, mi amor = Give it to me, my love

Tan terca = So stubborn (female)

Guapita = Sassy/foxy/daring/testy lady

Siempre provocándome = Always provoking me

Tan pinche atrevida = So fucking daring

Soy tuya = I'm yours

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