Stir

My heart begins to palpate. My palms are sweaty and I can’t seem to breathe. I hear my mother answer and some words are exchanged. “Calm down, Alex. Let her come up the stairs.” I have to tell myself. Can’t be a caveman right now.

I hear feet approaching me and I try to breathe in and out evenly so I don't pass out. I see her blonde hair move and the minute she is at the top of the stairs I pull her into my arms. I can finally breathe. “Pequeña,” I say her name as a prayer of appreciation that she chose me. Us.

“Hi.” She says shyly not looking at me, tucked into my chest. I can see she brought a bag and I exhale the rest of the oxygen that I had been holding in my lungs, knowing she is planning on staying.

“I missed you so fucking much, baby.” This girl is turning me into a sap.

“I missed you too, Alex.” We hold each other for a few more seconds before I grab her bag from her and we walk hand in hand to my room. I drop her bag in my closet and pull her with me to the bed before simply sitting with her in my lap. “Alex, you are shaking. Are you ok?”

I pull back and look at her face. My soft little angel looks so worried and beautiful. The frown lines between her eyes make me feel guilty. I rub my thumb down the middle of her forehead. “I am fine, Pequeña. I am just so happy you came.”

“Did you not think I would come?” She almost looks affronted, sad, and once again I feel like a fucking dickhead.

“I just know how conflicted you have been and I was a little scared that I pushed you too hard.” It's true. That has been keeping me up. Not that I am trying to impregnate her without her knowledge. Nope. Just that my crazy possessive ways are going to push her away. Instead of telling me I am too much for her, she places each of her hands on my face and looks me in my eyes.

“I am sorry you weren’t sure, but everything you are feeling, I am feeling too, Alex.” She says with her hand over my heart. “I want to be with you when we are not together and I am reevaluating everything I thought I knew because of us and I don’t regret it.” Jesus she is perfect. She fucking undoes me with her words.

“I love you so much, Pequeña. So fucking much that I cannot breath when you are not in my arms.” I said this to her before, but I don’t know if she heard me since she passed out. She gasps and places her mouth on mine. I feel the wetness from her eyes and I want to take it from her. I lick her lips and then her tears from her face wanting every part of her in me.

“Oh. Alex please.” She grinds her ass down on my hard on and I groan searching for her mouth with my own. “Fuck me, Alex.” Holy shit. I just spilt seed down my pants hearing her curse and ask for what she wants.

“Shit baby. That dirty mouth just made me come in my pants. This mess I just made of myself; I think it's only fair you clean it up for me.” I unzip my pants and pull out my cock, fisting the wetness. She licks her lips as she looks at it and he spits once more.

“I don’t know what to do.” She says touching it with her fingers.

“I know, baby. You start by getting on your knees.” I lift her from my lap to her feet and hold my hand out. Gripping it, she falls to her knees onto the pillow I put down. I watch as she studies it, her eyes intently focused on the tool in front of her. “Wrap your hands around it and squeeze.” My voice is hoarse and calmer than I feel right now. “Ah shit, baby. Your little hands are going to make me come.” She is concentrating so hard, her face bunched up and licking her lips. “Now swipe that pink tongue over the head and clean that cream off.”

I expect her to hesitate and take a second. She doesn’t. My girl locks her eyes on mine, opens her mouth and takes her first lick of cock cream. I watch as her pupils dilates and she moans before putting my mushroom in her mouth and closing her lips around it. “Shit. Shit.” Her head bobs up then down before she opens it up and licks from the bottom of my cock to the top. Her eyes don’t leave mine, like she is daring me to let her have the control and fuck if it is not a challenge.