I dropped the huge fur jacket on the couch, stretching my arms in its direction without taking my eyes off the midfielder, who was looking at me from the hallway, not daring to enter fully. Now, only in my dress, I retraced my steps.

"Do you want something to drink?"

"Water."

I nodded at her request and walked to the kitchen cabinets, grabbing a glass from one of the higher shelves. Then I looked for water in the fridge and poured some into the glass. I tried not to think, not to notice if she was watching me. I closed the refrigerator door again. The continuous hum of the appliances drowned out the faint sound of passing cars. Alexia was still observing me, still in silence, still with a silly smile plastered on her face. As if she no longer had any hurry, as if suddenly she had all the time in the world.

It was becoming difficult to hold myself back. She was stunning. Her eyes sparkled, her smile seemed divine, like that of a goddess captured in an oil painting. Every inch of my skin yearned for her. I had too many doubts. So close, yet so far.

Fuck it.

I carefully placed the glass on the kitchen countertop. I was three steps away from her. Less than a second to make a decision, and it had to be the right one.

I wrapped my arms around her neck and touched my nose to hers. I savored the moment. Her hands gripped my waist. I took a deep breath, feeling the air between us absorb the energy of the heat, decreasing its density and rising up to my nose so that I could breathe it in, filling my lungs with the last few seconds of distance my body would have from hers. A farewell to space, to the moment.

"You could have ended doing whatever you wanted of me," I whispered against her mouth, drawing even closer. Alexia's lips parted, exhaling against mine.

"I think I've lost my free will."

Gently, her lips met mine, avoiding a collision, coming together in such an organic, perfect way that for a second, I struggled to remember that they had once been separate. I cursed for denying myself this for so many weeks, not just the taste of her lips, the softness of her hair tangled between my fingers, or the firmness of her hands pulling my body closer to hers, dissolving any remaining distance, any air, that could be between us. But also the leap, the ecstasy, the pleasure of feeling, of heavy breathing, of blood rushing quickly through every vein and artery in my body, heating up every part of me, exhilarating in response to her touch.

I lowered my hands to her face, allowing myself the freedom to guide the movement of her neck, the speed of our kiss, making it long, torturous, deep, trying to memorize every detail of experiencing her mouth, which I knew had slipped away from me completely when I finally released them and opened my eyes, meeting hers, and my mind went blank, having forgotten everything. Needing to remember it again. As many times as necessary, until I could remember it whenever needed.

And I remembered it once, twice, three, four times. I didn't tire of kissing her, and Alexia didn't complain about being caught in that loop, feeling her lips as numb and swollen as mine. She simply followed my lead, without overstepping, without risking taking the lead herself, cautiously testing each of her movements.

And I wanted more, I wanted to give up breathing and not need to separate from her. Clothes felt like fire, further separating me from her body, and if I tolerated for even a second longer not feeling her skin against mine, I would go crazy.

I abruptly pulled away and stared at her intently. Alexia swallowed hard as she watched me bring my right hand to the center of my back and slowly unzip the dress, leaving it without any support, until it collapsed onto the floor around my feet.

At that moment, the blonde's eyes left mine and traveled down my entire body, wanting to use her hands, imagining it, touching every inch of skin.

I moved closer to her again and planted a rough kiss on her lips. Alexia looked up into my eyes once more.

"Promise me you won't run away. You have to promise me now."

I barely had time to nod my head a couple of times before receiving the blonde's mouth. She was eager, clumsy, and hungry. She pressed my body against hers with force, almost aggressively. The calmness and patience had disappeared.

Yet, I could sense that the footballer was holding back, giving me space to stop what was happening, to pull away and come closer at will. Her hands finally found my chest, and her mouth left mine to focus on the side of my neck.

My breathing grew heavier with each passing moment. My fingers clung to her shoulders, her arms, as if I were about to faint.

Alexia pressed closer to my body, pushing my back against the kitchen island and causing my legs to part, allowing one of hers to slip between them. I wanted the blonde to be as physically close as possible and that wasn't going to happen in the kitchen.

"Let's go to the bedroom," I demanded.

No complaint, no comment. The footballer stepped back, straightening up, allowing me to move away from the granite surface and extend my arm towards her. Alexia let herself be led by my hand and discarded the gray suit jacket she was wearing, throwing it onto the parquet floor of the living room we were crossing.

"I'll pick it up later."

"You can leave it there and never wear it again," I growled, thirsty once again for her mouth.

Never had such a small apartment felt so long to me.

Alexia allowed herself to be pushed by me towards the bed and eagerly welcomed the two legs that wrapped around her, firmly gripping my thighs and seeking my mouth urgently. I answered her call, deepening the kiss as much as possible, pulling her neck towards me.

"Take off your shirt," I requested, wanting the interruption of the kiss by seeing the blonde with less clothing to be as brief as possible.

Obediently, she removed the white shirt she was wearing underneath the suit. Despite not wearing a bra, her chest remained uncovered for only a short while, as my hands intercepted it before she could feel the winter cold that had settled into the apartment at night and neither of us noticed.

The way I sought her, not allowing her to rest, weakened her abdomen and her back collided with the duvet, taking me down with her, ending up on top of her.

Seeing myself on top of the blonde, I straddled her body, willing to relinquish her mouth for a few seconds to admire her semi-nakedness beneath me. Her dark and shiny gaze, her crooked smile as her eyes also roamed over my exposed body, her chest, her abdomen, everything.

"You're beautiful, Mía," she said, rising up, seeking my mouth again.

Alexia turned my body, ending up on top of me. She once again connected our lips and trailed them along my torso, moistly grazing my skin in a straight line from my mouth to the top of the only underwear I was wearing that night. She allowed it to be pulled down by her chin, and I writhed beneath her mouth with a soft moan as it made contact with my core.

While her tongue drove me wild, she used her hands to slightly lower the remaining clothing on my legs, granting her greater access to me. Instinctively, I buried my hand in her hair and threw my head back.

"Feeling good?" she asked between my legs.

"Do you really have to ask?" I gasped.

Her hands moved up my body without removing her mouth from me, without losing focus for a single second. She touched me, squeezed me, electrified me. No one had ever done it so well until that day. I felt myself getting closer, so quickly. So damn quickly.

Then one of her hands left my chest to provide more direct pleasure. She inserted two fingers, making me moan even louder, brushing against climax. I could feel Alexia smiling as she listened to me, momentarily neglecting me. I felt so close, so, so close that I pushed the footballer back into her initial position, which she gladly accepted, understanding the command and widening her tongue, slowing her movements, steadily leading me to one of the best orgasms I had ever had.

I held my breath as best I could, struggling to open my eyes again, feeling Alexia's body rise to my level. I kissed her eagerly, melting as I tasted myself in her mouth, confirming that it had actually happened. Then I moved to her neck, causing a moan to escape the blonde's lips.

I was unsure. I swallowed hard a couple of times. I had never slept with a woman before, and this was no ordinary woman. I had no idea what to do with my hands, what to do with my mouth. Her eyes looked at me expectantly, trying to decipher me and making me even more nervous.

I positioned myself on top of her, trying to maintain the confidence that achieving a sigh of pleasure from her had given me, but Alexia smiled, placing a tender kiss on my forehead and causing me to fall onto her legs.

"That was great."

I blinked several times at her remark.

"That was?..."

"Yes. Shall we sleep?" She cleared her throat. "If it's okay for you if I stay, of course."

"Of course," I replied. "But what about you?"

"Can we leave that for another day? Honestly, I'm really tired," she said, reclining.

Then I understood exactly what she intended. I couldn't help but smile.

"You don't have to do that."

"I'm not doing anything," she laughed, closing her eyes.

I shook my head, somewhat grateful for how the blonde had handled the situation, relieving me of any awkwardness.

"I'll find something for you to wear to sleep."

Alexia nodded, and I turned to search the closet for a loose-fitting shirt, athletic pants, and my pajamas. I handed her the clothes, and despite the situation we had shared not too long ago, I decided to avert my gaze to give her some privacy. Alexia looked at me amused, but said nothing.

I was the first to crawl under the crumpled duvet, already half-disheveled from the previous romp. Alexia did the same on the other side, and both of us fell into silence after sliding our bodies beneath the sheets. They felt cold against my skin that was still discovering the warmth of contact with Alexia Putellas.

"How do you feel?" Her question was timid and uncertain. I couldn't help but be surprised when I shifted my gaze from the ceiling to the blonde, finding her lips tightly pressed together, her face half hidden in the sheets.

"Peaceful," I answered honestly after contemplating it for a few seconds, "And you?"

"The complete opposite"

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Well, I'm checking "mature" in the story info

I remember I loved writing this chapter (not for the sex, promise) and I'm so happy I finally translated and published it!!