look how long this love can hold its breath (ALT part 5)
I’m a mess and wasn’t happy with this as the final product so, for lack of a better word, the canon Chapter 5 can be found below. I won’t take this down just to be fair, but I’ll unlink it from my masterlist and the other chapters. i’m so sorry for being all over the place but thank you all for being so understanding.
Real Chapter 5
pairing: javier peña x reader
summary: (slow burn/fake married) When Pablo Escobar escalates his war on Colombian law enforcement, the DEA is getting desperate to pin down his location. Reader is forced to go undercover with another agent, one she can’t stand, Javier Peña. Worst of all, she’ll have to try to infiltrate the Cali Cartel while pretending to be Peña’s wife.
words: 5.7k
warnings: (18+ only) strong language, violence, sexual/explicit content.
a/n: all i can say is thank you all so much for being patient and waiting for this update. 💖 i know it’s been forever and i hope to have part 6 out much sooner than that. 😩 i hope there are still interested readers! please mind the warnings. 🛑 this chapter contains especially explicit sexual content so please please please don’t read if you’re under 18. 🛑 please enjoy! 💕💜❤️💖(p.s. not all the tags below actually linked but i’ll do my best to let anyone it didn’t tag know individually that i updated b/c i can’t think of a better system 😩)
You sucked in ragged breaths as you ran, your side starting to pinch painfully. The warm humid air of the jungle made it impossible to fill your lungs as you ran. You could hear Peña’s panicked breathing at your side and just behind you. Urging you on under his breath as low as he could. Every time you thought the voices of the men behind you had started to fade, one would yell. Each time, they sounded closer than the last. The roar of a small engine, like that of an ATV, sounded suddenly. Instinctively, you knew headlights would follow. A split second before it would have been too late, you dived sideways into Peña. And then you were both falling, tumbling down a steep ravine. Bright lights pierced the now empty air where you’d just been running.
30 Hours Earlier
“Are you alright?” You jumped in your skin when Peña barked the question at you, but your eyes were still darting in terror between Mario’s body and the half-open barn door behind which would appear any second a dozen narcos.
Luckily Peña was not so frozen in fear as you. He was suddenly in front of you, drawing your attention away from what you could only think of as looming doom. He studied you with eyes too soft given the circumstances but when he seemed satisfied, he swiftly moved into action.
Before you could stop him, not that your trembling hands would have allowed it, he was ripping the band and gun from around your exposed thigh. Then he was dropping to his knee and scattering hay out of his way. You opened your dry lips to question him when you suddenly understood: he was hiding the gun.
Peña dropped the weapon in a loose patch of dirt and shifted the hay back over the spot until it was piled high, then pulled you away from the wall.
The shouts and sounds of men talking excitedly were growing louder. They were almost to the barn. Peña pulled you behind him as he made his way to Mario’s body. There, he crouched down and swiftly pulled the now dead man’s gun from the back of his jeans, flipped the safety off, cocked the hammer and then shoved it into the man’s slowly stiffening grip.
Then Peña was turning toward the barn door.
“Espérate,” you managed to croak, your throat almost too tight with fear to speak. Your hand went to the strap of your dress, and you yanked, but your hands were shaky and you couldn’t-
“Déjame.” His voice was nearly tender but then he was roughly ripping the dress strap, jolting you off-balance.
Before you could stop him, Peña was scooping you up in his arms.
“Tienes que llorar.” He reminded you quietly as he strode towards the door of the barn, and you swore you could hear your heart beating through your chest.
You’d never before had to improvise while undercover to this extent, but as you felt more unbidden tremors pass through you, you knew suddenly it was not going to be difficult.
You curled into Peña’s neck as if seeking protection, your nails digging into his shoulder. Before you could stop yourself, the flood of fear and adrenaline you’d been holding back was released. For the first time in Peña’s presence, you began to weep. You were grateful that he merely thought you were putting on an act.
Cradling you in his arms, Peña strode out of the barn. He managed to make the power of his stride appear to be borne out of anger instead of urgency.
“¡Te lo dije, Pacho!” he raged at the man, only one among the many of those approaching.
The group of mostly men, some wide-eyed women, froze in their tracks.
“¿Qué es esto?” Pacho looked bewilderedly past the two of you into the barn where you were sure he could see- the results of what had transpired.
Peña didn’t slow his stride. “Ese hijoeputa tocó a mi mujer. ¡Te dije que iba pasar!” Peña spit out, rage evident in his tone.
“Mario. Muerto.” You heard called out indistinctly from the barn by the men who had rushed in.
Something went hard in Pacho’s jaw, but he was looking at the barn, not at either of you.
Still cowering into Peña’s shoulder, you could feel the tension in the air. Could hear through omission the way everything had gone quiet. As if the entire surrounding jungle was aware that a single sound might break through the lull, transform it into an explosion.
You felt someone brush past and knew from the heady scent of cologne it was Pacho.
Peña you were sure gave no outer indications that he was worried, but you could feel his arms tensing around you.
Then-
Pacho spit in the direction of the barn.
“¡Al fin!”
You released the breath you’d been holding when you felt Peña’s arms go slack with relief. But then he was pulling you closer, his hand cupping the back of your head gently.
The gesture alone brought fresh, real tears to your eyes, and you released a sob you hadn’t realized you’d been holding back. You heard the murmur of distress among the women.
Then Pacho was commanding his men to get rid of the body.
“¿Estás bien, ángel?” You felt a hand brush your arm but ignored the sentiment. Pacho could put on the appearance of being kind, but he was still dangerous.
Then Pacho was putting his arm around Peña’s shoulder and leading you both back towards the mansion, murmuring apologies under his breath and commending Peña for killing the son of a bitch.
Several yards later, Peña put you down gently but drew you into his side covering the back of your head with one large hand, letting you hide your face in his chest. You wrapped your arms tightly around his waist. While part of you hoped the gesture was convincing, there was another part of you that knew the embrace was genuine - at least for you. Although his holding you was necessary for the charade, you weren’t sure you could get through the next several minutes without his arms around you.
When Peña attempted an explanation as to why he’d taken things as far as he had, Pacho waved it away, reassuring him that Mario had had it coming for years, almost as if he didn’t want to hear what kind of monster he’d actually had in his employ.
Once back at the mansion, Pacho barked out instructions to his staff, directing them to start a hot bath in your room and to provide you with strong warm brandy.
At the foot of the stairs, he clutched Peña’s shoulder and apologized again, assured him that had Peña not killed Mario, he himself would have.
“Que se sientas mejor, mija,” he murmured, a hand lightly at your back, before departing.
You thanked Pacho in a choked voice and Peña draped his arm protectively around your back as he held you at his side now.
You clung to Peña until the two of you were back in the familiar bathroom, and even then you didn’t detach yourself completely. He too seemed reluctant to let you go. Instead he dismissed the staff kindly, thanking them warmly. Only when the door was closed did he extricate himself - gently - from your grip, so as to lock the bedroom door securely behind the staff. Then he was crouching next to the sink to ensure the gun you had stowed there remained in place.
Peña turned to you as if to express disbelief about having survived the ordeals of the last hour. But when his eyes landed on you, something in them softened, and he closed his mouth, as if changing his mind about what to say.
It was then you realized you were shivering despite not being cold. You lifted a hand and stared at it, watching bewilderedly as it shook of its own accord. Then your teeth were chattering.
Peña was in front of you in the next second. He seemed to hesitate, but then his much larger, warmer hand was enveloping yours and you closed your eyes at the warmth that simple gesture brought to your entire body. The next thing you knew, his other hand was taking your chin and lifting it. You opened your eyes narrowly to see him staring down at you in concern. The softness in his eyes struck you with a tenderness so intense that it almost hurt.
“You’re alright.” He promised. “He’s dead.”
And you had to close your eyes again to prevent him seeing your tears. The hand at your chin went to your cheek, and you felt his long fingers brushing against your temple lightly. You let your cheek rest heavily in his palm.
He squeezed your other hand and you felt a surge of panic when he began to withdraw both of his hands away from you, sure his intent was to leave you alone in the bathroom. But you suppressed the urge to keep hold of him, frightened somehow that such an attempt would make you seem weak.
You barely noted the regret his eyes held as he backed away towards the bathroom door. “Bañate…y hablaremos.”
You stared at the door as it closed behind him, saying nothing. Your teeth chattered violently as shivers ran through you though you were not actually cold. Your eyes drifted blankly towards the bathtub, the surface of which was steaming, but there was something foreboding and dark about the bottom of the deep tub. You eyed the shower now instead but couldn’t seem to draw forward the strength you needed just to move toward it.
So you stood there in place, shaking. Later you wouldn’t be able to say how much time had passed during which you just stood there with your eyes closed trying to keep your mind blank. Trying not to think about Mario’s cold blank eyes, about the moment you’d seen the life leave his eyes. You’d been around death before, but never so close.
You didn’t hear the door open, but you felt his warm presence, heard the slip of his bare feet on the cold tile, and so were not startled when he took your hands in his. You didn’t open your eyes, too afraid to look at him, afraid of what your reaction might be, could not stand to break in front of anyone again, least of all Peña.
He let go of your fingers and suddenly his large warm hands were running up and down your biceps as if trying to rub warmth into them. “You’re okay,” he said hoarsely, his tone of voice so different than usual. “You’re okay.”
He seemed to make a decision then. He let go of you again but then you heard the shower door squeaking open, heard the water blast to life. Not a minute later you could feel the heat and steam emanating from the open door. The next thing you knew, he was draping his arm supportingly around your waist, shifting most of your weight to him and leading you into the open shower.
You gasped in both surprise and delight when the steaming water hit your still clothed body. Slowly the cold that had somehow seized you began to dissipate.
Peña did not leave you. You stood, leaning against his broad chest, his hands gently clutching your arms. He began trailing his fingers lightly up and down the surface of your arms, displacing water as it fell. His touch was gentle, so gentle; it was hard to equate such softness with Peña.
So you opened your eyes to see it for yourself. His long fingers trailed over your wrists, then circled your hand so that the backs of your hands were resting in his palms. He used his thumbs to rub soothing circles into your palms for several seconds. He relaxed his grip on your hands and ran his fingers back up each of your arms to your shoulders, his nails lightly grazing your only now slightly tremoring skin.
You followed Peña’s hand with your eyes until you found your head turned, your gaze meeting his. You’d expected to find him uncertain, hesitant. Instead, you happened across a sweet openness and understanding. His dark eyes were wide open and viewing you with an intensity you weren’t used to, that made your eyelashes flutter now in your own uncertainty. There was concern and worry there too but they seemed secondary to whatever else was happening in his gaze.
Peña’s hands continued to traverse the planes of your skin, one skimming lightly across your collarbone, the other sliding down along the back of your arm. The shivers now racking your body were vastly different from those you’d had before. His hand fluttered up your neck until your jaw was resting in the large palm of his hand. His thumb brushed your cheek. You wanted to close your eyes again but could not tear your gaze away. Had his eyes always been so expressive and mournful?
His other hand found its way to your stomach as he furtively pulled you the last inch back into him. The movement, finding yourself flush against him, awoke something more in you now than just curiosity or relief. You found yourself hit suddenly with an onslaught of lust, a wave of bright hot desire that threatened to envelop you fully if you did nothing to satisfy it.
His eyes darkened at whatever flash he saw in yours. In the same moment, you were turning in his arms and he was swooping down at you.
The kiss was nothing like the brief one you’d shared before for show. Instead there was a clashing of teeth and a bruising of lips. You fumbled desperately at him, your arms clutching the back of his neck, dragging him down to your lips. He was scrabbling at you just as urgently, clasping your body tightly against his as he plunged his tongue into your mouth.
You moaned involuntarily, and Peña’s hips bucked into yours at the sound. A growl tore its way from his throat and he was backing you into the shower wall, water spraying every which way from the abrupt movements of your bodies beneath its stream. Without relinquishing the kiss, he was pinning your wrists almost gently against the cold shower wall, pressing his wet t-shirt and boxer shorts up against your torn dress.
You cried out into his mouth when you felt the stiffness of him at your hip. You grinded against him as you sucked on his tongue, trying to make the kiss as deep and intense as possible. No matter how much you gave into your desire, you felt as if you could not get enough. He seemed to share the sentiment- because then he was letting go of your wrists and dropping his hands to your behind and squeezing the flesh of your ass roughly, pulling you into him. Your hands dropped into his hair and you gripped it tightly, eliciting another husky groan from him.
Now he was lifting you with a fervent urgency, hooking your legs around his waist so that you were pinned against the tile only by the weight of both his body and desire. He broke the kiss to a moan of disappointment from you but was then sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, running his tongue along your flesh before letting it go and nibbling gently on it, all the while rocking his hips into yours, creating a frantic friction that was building both your desires to an anguishing high.
Then Peña’s lips were trailing down your chin to your neck where he kissed, sucked and nibbled at the skin there. All you could do was clutch his hair and surge your body forward into his.
You dropped one hand down to clutch desperately between your bodies, wanting to feel his length with your bare skin.
He let out a choked groan when you found the outline of his cock in his pants and squeezed.
“Please,” you begged, forgetting how to voice precisely what you wanted from him and hoping the appeal would be enough. “Please.”
“Fuck,” Peña’s voice was rough, as if he was drunk or had just woken up.
You nearly shrieked when he dropped you, but you landed agilely on your feet, gripping his hips. Then you were helping him peel the tight wet t shirt up and away from his skin. The shirt landed with a loud slap against the shower floor when he threw it, but you were already yanking his boxer shorts down, falling to your knees as you went.
You found your lips level with his cock and did not think twice before surging forward, your lips eagerly open. He gripped your head roughly with a guttural moan as you took him into your mouth. Your lips formed a tight o around his girth as you pulled back to run your tongue over his tip, enjoying the taste of his arousal on your tongue. He sucked air sharply in through his teeth, his grip on your head almost painful, but it was as if you could no longer feel pain.
You kissed the tip of his cock and then took him back into your mouth and began bobbing up and down, hallowing your cheeks and lapping at him with your tongue as you went.
“Así,” he grunted. “Así.” The word set your cunt to throbbing and you moaned.
When his hips began jerking almost involuntarily, he stopped you with a rough grip at your jaw. He thrust twice into your mouth, until his cock hit the back of your throat and you gagged.
“Fuck,” Peña rasped, jerking backwards.
He slipped out of your mouth with a loud pop but you had only a second to breathe before he was hauling you back up to him and capturing your lips once again, somehow more passionately than before. He ran his tongue over your teeth, tasting himself, before pulling away to take the hem of your ruined dress in his hands. Then-
Peña hesitated, his eyes going soft as he glanced up at yours, no doubt clouded with desire. A question. As if he was worried about being too forceful with you. Your chest went weak and you licked your swollen lips before leaning down to press a soft kiss to the corner of his lips, then another directly on his mouth, taking his bottom lip between your teeth as you broke the kiss.
You lifted your own dress now up and over your head. His hands joined yours, taking the torn dress from your grip where it joined the discarded t-shirt in a soaking pile of forgotten clothing.
Peña focused his eyes on yours for a second more, as if ensuring this was what you wanted. Then he dropped his gaze to take in the sight of your body. A sharp intake of breath that somehow made you more shy than had he not reacted at all. He seemed entranced. When he met your now bashful gaze, his eyes had darkened somehow further, desire dilating his pupils fully.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Peña said slowly, deliberately. He was at his gentlest now, cradling your face in his palm as he leaned down again to take your lips with his. This kiss was sensuous and so much more intentional than all the others. He took his time, devoting attention to every inch of your lips and tongue, even running his own tongue across the roof of your mouth. “So fucking beautiful,” he repeated deliriously after breaking the kiss again.
Too shy and unsure how to respond, you grasped his hand and brought it to your lips, wanting to somehow show the same level of devotion without words. You brought his fingers to your lips and kissed them softly all at once, then each individually, all the while keeping eye contact with him. His eyes flashed inscrutably with something more than just desire.
Peña’s index finger snagged on your lips, and he traced the outline of them briefly before you were opening your mouth to allow him access. His middle finger joined his index and he groaned. You closed your eyes in pleasure at the sound and sucked the digits, wetting them with your spit, running your tongue between them, letting him briefly fuck your mouth.
Then he was pulling his fingers out and you opened your eyes just as his fingers found your clit. You cried out, feeling your knees go weak, as you clutched his wrist, though you did not stop him. Using the fingers you’d wet with your mouth, he rubbed light circles over your clit. He had only to dip one finger lower to find you inconceivably wet.
“Fuck,” Peña gasped, gathering the wetness and dragging it over your clit so that you were almost crying his name.
You pushed desperately at his hand until he lowered it further again and you gasped loudly when his middle finger entered you first.
“Please,” you begged, catching his gaze, glad to see your hunger for this reflected overtly back your way.
“Fucking- so tight,” he muttered as if stringing words together incomprehensibly.
With your grip on his wrist, Peña began to pump his fingers into you, curling them inwards, hitting a spot that made your vision go half blurry.
“Please,” you sobbed again and Peña’s fingers stopped, still buried inside you.
He was suddenly at eye level, gave you one long blazing kiss, then whispered into your ear. “Tell me what you want.”
The tenor of his voice, the demand, almost made your knees buckle. Your head dropped to his shoulder. But you were no more than your want in the moment.
“Fuck me,” you breathed into his skin, wet from the still running shower.
Peña nudged your head aside and put his lips to your neck, kissing, then gently biting the exposed skin there. “What?” He said softly into your skin.
You bit back the frustrated moan, not wanting to give in, not wanting him to see the depth of your desire. But then his fingers began thrusting into you again, curling up into that spot that made you forget yourself.
“Fuck me,” you groaned again. He nipped at your earlobe and you cried out at the sensations coursing through you. “Fuck me,” you begged, louder. “Please fuck me.” You nudged at his jaw with your forehead until his lips were visible then surged up at him, capturing his lips in another bruising and demanding kiss. The movement dislodged his hand and his cock brushed lightly up against your slit.
Peña stiffened and let out a painful groan. Now he was the one losing control. He ran his fingers roughly up against your clit once more. Before you could even cry out in pleasure, he was pulling you behind him as he threw himself down on the built-in shower bench, dragging you after him. He sat on the edge and jerked you to him, directing one knee, then the other to the tiles on either side of his legs, so you were straddling him.
You could feel his stiff cock brushing the inside of your thigh. You were so drunk with want that you felt one more touch without completion might break you. His hands were on your hips but he made no move to sheathe himself in you. He leaned back, indicating you were free to continue at your own pace. You gazed down at him wondrously, studying the depth of Peña’s expressive eyes, the way shower water made his eyelashes sparkle with drops of wayward water.
Your cunt was throbbing with need, but you found yourself soft, yet again so soft, in the presence of a man you’d never thought you could feel such things with. You’d been with your fair share of men, but not one of them had made you feel a fraction of the emotion currently coursing through you. Surprising even yourself, you leaned forward to kiss him deeply, willing into it what you were feeling that he might understand the gift he was giving you, one you hoped you were adequately reciprocating. Before breaking the kiss, your warm hand found his dick and Peña gasped now into your open mouth and you smiled against the outline of his lips, laving at them once with your tongue.
His grip on your hips tightened almost painfully as you guided his cock to your entrance. You met his eyes with yours, intent to watch him as you sank down on him.
Peña let out a ragged, harsh moan, his fingers digging so deeply into your skin you were sure he would leave bruises. But the pleasure you felt drowned out the pain as your eyes shot closed, your lips forming an o of pleasure. He was so big and filled you so fully. Your cunt pulsed around him, though you did not move, and he groaned again almost as if in disbelief.
You only realized you’d been holding your breath when you let it out and began breathing shakily again. Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly, anchoring you as you lifted yourself back up until only the tip of his cock was within you. You could feel him slightly shaking beneath you from the pleasure of it all as you sunk back down on him. He filled you impossibly more than before and your back arched as your cunt sucked in his length greedily.
Peña’s eyes rolled back in his head as you began to ride him and his hips began to grind up into you each time you sunk down. Almost as if not knowing what to do with his head, he turned it to kiss the hand you rested on his right shoulder. Briefly he helped you bounce up and down on him, his hands tightly gripping your hips, but as you caught momentum, his hands traveled up to yours, taking them. Your fingers linked together and that was suddenly your leverage as you rode him up and down. His hips jerked upwards again and again.
You could feel yourself tensing from the tips of your toes to the top of your head, almost as if any one movement could shatter you as you held yourself together so tightly. Peña’s breathing grew ragged as you sunk down on him over and over, squeezing your muscles as you went. Both of you were shaking. Any second now-
You cried out in frustration when Peña lifted you completely off him. Your pussy pulsed almost painfully at the loss of his cock. But you had no time to react. Suddenly you were sitting in Peña’s place and he had fallen to his knees and twisted around. Before you could say or do anything, he was burying his face-
You cried out jaggedly, your spread thighs trembling uncontrollably as Peña’s tongue hit your clit, already sopping wet. He sucked your clit between his lips, then ran his tongue downwards and blessedly towards your entrance before dragging it upwards and running it over your clit again. The sounds his mouth were making against your cunt, even with the shower running loudly still in the background, were obscene. He moaned in satisfaction, as if he’d been waiting impatiently to taste you.
“You taste so fucking good,” his groan reverberated through you.
Then Peña’s fingers, wet with your juices, were plunging into your cunt. You whimpered loudly at each and every sensation. His mouth on your clit. His fingers pumping frantically into you. The way his nose brushed against your clit every time he furled his tongue downwards. Suddenly his other hand jerked out of your grip and he was pushing down on your belly just as his fingers curled upwards inside of you.
Your cunt pulsed intensely then and you lost your vision, seeing only black for several seconds as something within you shattered. Your release hit you in waves and you melted backwards into the glass and tile of the shower. A cross between a growl and a scream left your throat, the rest of the noise trapped in your throat. You felt wetness spurting from between your legs. Almost distantly, as if from above, you saw Peña hovering open-mouthed just above your cunt, licking his lips, saw the wetness of your juices smeared across his lips, chin and cheeks, caught in his mustache. You whimpered weakly, barely managing to breathe out his name as your body quivered in the aftershock of it all, feeling almost too weak to move.
You cried out when Peña leaned forward to lap at you one last time. The sensation was too much and gave you enough of a jolt to make you sit up and pull away from him. But at the same time, you were urging him up to face level so as to kiss him yet again. You could taste yourself on his lips and found your tongue darting out to catch remnants of your orgasm from his chin and lips, wondering what his reaction would be. His groan did not disappoint and you made a point of kissing along his upper lip, cheek and chin, gathering your own juices before returning to his mouth and kissing him deeply, tongues swirling around one another.
You were the one to break the kiss this time, and Peña’s lips followed yours upward, searchingly, wanting more. But it was your turn to take control. You pushed him away gently so you could stand unsteadily on shaking legs. You found his dick blindly with one hand and pumped once, twice, so he was bucking into your hand. But then you were turning away from him swiftly and bending over, against the cool shower tile, arching your back and spreading your legs wide.
“Fuck.” He spit. “Fuck.”
“Fuck me,” you ordered him now, looking back from where your cheek was pressed up against the tile.
He wasted no time in gripping your hips and sliding his cock along your slit. You yelped when his head slid over your clit. Then he was positioning his cock at your entrance and sinking into your wet cunt. You couldn’t stop the sharp cry that left your lips. The sensation was once again too much and not enough all at once. But Peña seemed past thinking. He pounded into you, sinking deeper than you had even managed to get him while riding him.
Your eyes rolled back in your head and you cried desperately into the cold tile, partly in pain, mostly in pleasure. His fingers gripped your ass tightly, as he snapped into you.
“Carajo,” he was muttering, his words slurred. “Fuck,” he managed as he slammed into you one more time before-
You swallowed half a scream when he hit your cervix, feeling your own pleasure building yet again. He stiffened behind you, freezing in place. A guttural groan. Then you could feel his cock within you spurting his pleasure deep into your core. He was coming inside of you. The realization itself, the throbbing of his cock within you and the noises he was making drove you once again to the edge. You gasped in surprise, then let out a long loud keening moan when your climax hit again as your cunt began pulsing around him.
“Jesus fuc-“ Peña’s hand slapped hard against the shower wall as your walls clenched tighter around him. Then he was half collapsing over your back, his cheek resting against just the back of your neck. You felt his shuddering breath against your wet skin. Then- a kiss. And another. Soft and sensuous as his cock slipped out of your still pulsating cunt.
You felt your knees beginning to give out. He seemed to anticipate that and before you could fall, one strong large arm came around your middle to hold you up to him.
Then Peña was standing you both up straight. He watched you with wide, soulful eyes. His hands came up to run lightly over the sides of your face. He took your chin in one hand, tilted your head up and kissed you once, twice. Then the tip of your nose. Your forehead. Fully sated, you let your head fall against his chest now. He held you like that for a few more moments, then leaned away briefly to finally shut off the stream of water behind you both.
The sudden silence in the shower did nothing to stop the roaring in your ears at the earth shattering orgasms you’d just experienced, especially not when it was magnified by the way Peña leaned down again to kiss the side of your neck, your shoulder, his mustache tickling you slightly.
Then he took your hand and led you on your trembling legs out of the shower. He was gone briefly before returning with two large warm white towels. Letting you just stand there, he wrapped one cozily around you, folding it over to keep it in place before wrapping the other around his waist. His arm went around your shoulder and he led you as if in a trance back out to the bedroom where he’d thrown the covers back so all you had to do was climb in. When you did, you shifted over to the middle of the bed. Without question, he slipped in after you, covering you both with the blankets.
His arm went sturdily around your waist as he curled his body around yours from behind. You shivered once, now with only pleasure and contentment. Your eyes closed when his lips pursed against the back of your neck once more.
“Duérmete, corazón. I’ll watch over you.”
Feeling more content than you had in years, you let yourself finally melt into him and give in to the demand of sleep hanging over you. Your last sensation of consciousness was the way Peña was rubbing the back of your hand that he held in his.
