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Long Distance
Alejandro stays close to home.
Deployments are rare, almost unheard of, especially with the cartels. Police can’t manage and sometimes the military steps in. There are always hands in pockets. Infiltrations, extractions, and assassinations take time. That’s when Alejandro is gone for long stretches.
It hurts, leaving you like this.
With electronic devices banned, he can’t call you. Not to video chat, or hear your voice. The silence is the worst of it, not knowing if you’re taking care of yourself, or if the children are completing their homework without his watchful gaze.
The only personal items he can carry with him are a couple photos. One is of his family. That one he takes out to look at, to kiss you and his children’s faces, to say a small prayer before heading into danger. The other photo is of you, made for the moments when he’s alone. Rare moments, but Alejandro takes them when he can.
Men on the move doesn’t always allow for privacy, but he’s on base today, sharing a room with Rudy. Rudy is elsewhere, not expected back for an hour or so. It’s his only opportunity.
The picture he has of you was taken the last night together. Alejandro had your legs out and open, knees bent in toward your body, perfectly exposing your pussy to the camera. He had eased himself inside, bottoming out, holding himself inside you went he snapped the photo.
That is the image he stares at while he masturbates in his bunk. There’s no one to hear him grunt and groan, no one to witness the how he jerks himself, or the way he whimpers your name.
Alejandro thinks about his return weeks from now. What he plans on doing to you. How he’ll fuck you on every possible surface.
High Sex Drive
The air is humid and sticky. Above the bed, a ceiling fan turns, kicking up the moist air. Sweat clings to your body and Alejandro’s. It’s starting to dry, enflaming the need to itch.
“No more,” groans Alejandro. Stretching, joints popping, he reaches for his dick. “Nothing left in me.”
The gold cross around Alejandro’s neck glistens with sweat. Even the hair on his chest is damp and flattened.
You hum softly, rubbing your hand over his stomach. “Nothing?” You tap the head of his dick. “But you’re still hard.”
“It hurts.”
“Can you walk?”
Alejandro snorts, reaching behind your shoulders to pull you in. “That I can do.”
“Really?” you laugh, shifting to an elevated position. Staring down at Alejandro, you grin mischievously. “Sounds like I didn’t fuck you hard enough.”
“No,” he laughs. “No. Not starting that.”
You tease him anyway, stealing a kiss, then a second until you’re both melting into the bed.
“Have to work tomorrow,” he says between kisses. “Trying to get me to call in?”
Shifting to lay atop him, you reach between your bodies to stroke his cock, already hard and throbbing, dripping with precum.
