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You were standing in the storage room, sorting through a large number of boxes, when you heard him approach you. Before you could even turn around, two strong arms wrapped around your body and soft lips grazed your ear.
“Hey, babe…” His voice sounded dark, darker than usual, so you immediately knew what he was after. “You’ve been so busy today, have you forgotten about me?”
You sighed as his teeth gently nipped at your earlobe. “Carlos, what…” Your sentence was cut short when Carlos’ right hand trailed down your abdomen and started to undo your belt. “What are you doing?”
Carlos chuckled, a sound you could practically feel between your legs. “What do you think I’m doing?”
“I don’t…” A soft moan escaped your mouth as Carlos placed a tender kiss on your neck, slowly trailing his mouth along your shoulder. You leaned forward a bit, placing your hands on the table in front of you. You were feeling a bit overwhelmed with the sudden, unexpected arousal. “What are you doing?” You whispered under your breath.
“Well, minha querida, you’ve really been turning this place into a home since we moved here... And I haven’t been doing much around the house because I’ve been working most of the time,” Carlos muttered, undoing the button of your jeans and dipping his hand under the waistband. It settled on your panties. He applied a small amount of pressure and laughed quietly as you subconsciously rolled your hips into his hand. “And you know, I was just thinking I should thank you by… well… making this all about you.”
You gasped as his fingers started caressing your vulva through your panties, and made an attempt to turn around. Carlos wouldn’t let you do so, however, keeping a firm grip around your waist as he pulled down your panties a bit and started slowly circling your clit with his fingers.
You moaned, trying not to lose your balance. This wasn't something he'd ever done before, and you wondered if he could feel your wetness on his fingertips.
He could. Carlos chuckled. "What would you like me to do?" He whispered into your ear.
"Fuck me," you replied, breathless. "Please."
"Nah, can't do that, babe," he replied, slipping a finger inside of your warmth. "It's about you, not about me." He thrust it in a bit further before removing it again.
"Carlos," you moaned, "don't stop now."
"Weird position, babygirl." He turned you around and pulled down your pants, your panties coming off with them, before picking you up. He carried you to the washing machine that was standing in the corner and placed you on top of it. "This should do."
Your butt was right on the edge of the machine, and you leaned back and grabbed onto the machine to make sure you wouldn't fall off. Before you could process what was really happening, Carlos gently spread your legs and dropped to his knees.
The feeling of his soft, gentle lips on your vulva made you feel weak. It was a good thing you were holding on to the washing machine, or otherwise, you'd have fallen off straight away. You tried to relax as Carlos ran his tongue along your soft, sensitive folds. Carefully, you took one hand off the machine and ran it through his messy hair.
Carlos continued to nibble and suckle on your labia for a few moments before running his tongue straight over your clit, causing you to let go of his hair and grab the machine with both hands again. It was unbearable. You could already feel yourself climbing to the top of the ladder, almost ready to come.
He stopped for a moment, and you couldn't suppress a whine. "Carlos, please, just… fuck me."
He looked up at you and smirked. "Fine. Fine, have it your way." He stood up and placed himself between your legs before sliding two fingers inside of you. You tried to grind into his hand, but it was too difficult because you were sitting on plastic. "Now, now, just lemme do it, okay?"
Carlos started thrusting his fingers deeper and deeper into your now soaking sex, bending them slightly whenever he pulled out.
He loved this. He loved the look on your face, the sounds you made and the sight of your white knuckles holding on to the washing machine for dear life. He loved how comfortable you seemed with him in such a vulnerable position. He loved it. He loved you. Fuck, how much he loved you.
"Carlos, please, so close…" You moaned. You were starting to get a bit dizzy. It was a bit much, but it felt so goddamn good. "Please, just finish me."
Attentively, Carlos placed his other hand on your waist, making sure you wouldn't slide off by accident. He leaned forward a bit and placed a gentle kiss on your open mouth, only touching your tongue very lightly with his own. You could taste a hint of yourself in it.
He then proceeded to thrust a few more times, as deep as he could get, until he could feel your walls contracting around his fingers. He kept caressing your labia as you rode out the orgasm, leaning into his arm.
You sighed and tried to gather your thoughts. Normally, you'd have preferred his dick, but the man definitely knew how to use his fingers, too.
"That was mental," you whispered. "Holy shit, that was mental."
Carlos laughed and picked you up from the washing machine. With you still in his arms, he planted a kiss on your nose. "You're fucking beautiful, you know that?"
You laughed, still feeling a bit out of this world. "You didn't get anything, though… Do you want me to blow you?"
"Nope. Like I said, all about you." Carlos smirked. "I'm gonna need a cold shower, though," he said, pointing at the erection you could see through his jeans. He put you back on your feet and started making his way to the bathroom.
You watched in silence as your man left the storage room. Leaning against the washing machine, you knew you'd never be able to look at that thing as just a washing machine ever again.