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His eyes snap to mine, and he searches them for something. I’m not sure what, but whatever he’s looking for, he won’t find it. I slide my guard up and lock it in place. I’ve splayed myself for him enough for one day.

“Come in!” I shout, breaking the silence.

Just as Alejo expected, Juanita comes barreling in and makes a huge fuss over him. She wheels in a cart full of food and even dessert. Fresh Cuban roast coffee and fresh mango. Both Alejo and I could eat fresh mango with breakfast, lunch, and dinner every single day.

Alejo can’t help but indulge Juanita. He loves the old woman, and I’m pretty fond of her as well. She’s like anabuelato me now. She reminds me of what little I remember of my mother’s mother.

We feast as much as our stomachs will allow, and I help him to the bathroom. I wait outside for when he’s finished, but I hear the shower turn on. I start to panic a little inside when he opens the door. “What are you doing, Alejo? You can’t get any of your back wet for some time.” My voice is all high and squeaky.

He just grins at me and pulls me into the bathroom toward the shower. “Then I’ll need some help washing up, won’t I?”

“Alejo, you are impossible, you know that?” I sigh, shaking my head. He reaches for the T-shirt of his that I’m wearing and winces at the movement. I swat his hands away. “Oh my God. You need to stop it, or you might tear something! Honestly, Alejo,” I scold him.

I tear my shirt off, and he goes to push down his joggers. I stop him, and he gives me a tiny scowl, but I give him an even bigger one.Don’t even think about it, buddy.He takes a deep breath and accepts the help. “Man, Lucas really wasn’t kidding.”

We step inside the shower area, and I direct him toward one of the angled sprays by pulling his hand. I have him facing the water, letting it hit his chest. Finding the loofah, I soap it up and start washing the front of his body. Following every groove his steel muscles make, and when I move the loofah down lower, his erection grows bigger. My eyes flicker up to see him just watching me with a tiny smirk on his face.

I sigh again. “You really are a horrible patient. If I let you carry me just to take a piss for almost an entire week, you need to take it easy for at least a few days.”

“Letme carry you?” he muses.

I glance up at him again and see him smirking more. My lips twitch into a half smile. “Okay, so maybe I complained a little.” He grunts. “Or maybe a lot. But my point is, you’ve been through a lot worse than me. You just had surgery, and you have some broken bones, even. You need to stop being so damn restive and take it easy for a few days.” I glance up at him as my hand moves down lower. “Please, Alejo.”

He responds by threading his fingers through my hair and kissing me. When he pulls back, he rubs his thumbs in circles on my cheeks. “Why did you stay, Irma?” he whispers. His eyes have wiled me, making it near impossible to stray. I’m not ready to answer that question, though, so I put a little space between us and drop to my knees.

His cock salutes me as I wash it. He growls a little, but I choose to ignore it as I move down his strong thighs and finish washing him. If I give any attention to his erection, I know he’ll use it. But I swear it keeps fucking staring at me. Daring me to flick my tongue out over the angry-looking crown.

After I wash and then rinse him, I try to figure out how I’m going to wash his hair. “Um. Okay, so you’re going to have to lean forward for me to wash your hair.” If he leans forward too much, it’ll stretch the skin on his back. “Shit. I gotta figure something out.” Chewing on my bottom lip as I look around, I get an idea and giggle. “Okay, I have an idea.”

I leave the shower for just a moment to grab the glass next to the sink and come back. “So, here’s what we’re going to do.” I can’t hide the goofy grin that keeps popping up on my face.

He arches an eyebrow and studies me curiously. “What is it you think you’re going to have me do?”

“So, you can’t get your back wet, and you can’t bend your head forward or it’ll pull at the skin on your neck and back. So, I’m going to sit down.” I sit near the spray Indian-style. “And you’re going to put your head facedown on my lap.” I bite back my grin.

He arches his eyebrow again, but with more amusement. “You want me facedown in your lap,mi amor? I thought you wanted me to rest.”

I roll my eyes, but I can’t stop grinning. “You have to behave though.”

“I can’t promise that, my love.” His hard cock twitches and bobs up and down.

“Well, you’ll have to, Alejo,” I challenge, trying to be serious. “If you want your hair washed at all for the next couple of weeks, this is how we’ll have to do it, and you will have to behave.”

Tilting the corner of his mouth up, he drops down to his knees. Then very slowly he moves into a pushup position, and I’m suddenly regretting my idea when he slowly lowers his head down and into my lap. Swallowing, I realize how big of a mistake I’ve made. He slips his hands underneath my thighs, and I can feel how wet I am, and I know damn well he can smell how wet I am.

“Mi amor, if I need to behave, then you need to tell yourpapayato behave as well. She’s calling to me.” Between feeling his hot breath on me and his voice vibrating me down there, I’m so fucking aroused I’m ready to pounce.

Giggling, I roll my eyes. “Well, she may be calling to you right now, but nothing is going to happen. We’re washing your hair, then we’re getting out and going to bed,” I try to say as sternly as possible. It comes out more playful though.

I use the cup to fill it with water and soak his hair. I massage shampoo into it and give him a little scalp massage as well. The deeper I dig my fingers into his scalp, the tighter he grips my thighs. Before either of us does anything stupid, I finish up with his hair and help him to his feet. His cock isn’t any less hard, and I am no less turned on as well. In fact, both of us are obviously horny as fuck, and I don’t think we can go much longer without touching each other.

“Irma,” Alejo whispers, and goes to kiss me, but I dodge it. He glares at me and tries to grab at me again. I react by dropping to my knees and stoking his cock in one hand.

Looking up at him, I see his eyes hooded and his fists itching to grip my hair. I’ve sucked his dick a few times, but never once have I initiated it. He’s always pretty much shoved his dick in my mouth, commanding me to suck it.

I lick my own lips in anticipation and glide the head of his cock inside my mouth. He lets out a hiss, and it only cajoles me. His fists find my hair, and he abuses my mouth like he always does. Punishing my throat and testing my limits. It turns me on so much that I reach down between my legs and slip my fingers into my slick folds. I fight through the tears and the way he keeps cutting off my air supply. Concentrating on breathing and both of our pleasure.

When I moan around his cock, he hisses again. “Irma, my love, your mouth feels like fucking heaven,” he rasps. I start moaning again as I’m approaching my climax fast. “That’s right,mi amor. Come with me.” I let go, and he floods my mouth at the same time as I flood my own hand.

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