(+18) breathing- alexia putellas

You were trying to concentrate. Really. But Alexia was absolutely no help.

It had all started innocently. You had asked her to help you study for your human physiology exam, and like the good girlfriend she was, she had agreed.

She even abandoned her half-finished protein shake on the kitchen counter to come sit with you on the sofa.

The sofa was filled with flashcards, highlighters and papers; you had your huge physiology textbook lying open in front of you.

You had memorised every single image from chapter 13, you knew how to solve every single medical case, but still, you needed an assistant to make sure you knew everything about the respiratory system and hemodynamics by heart.

All you had asked was for Alexia to quiz you.

You just wanted Alexia to ask you a few questions, to read them out loud from your flashcards...maybe test you about muscles, their names, functions, or any other details you might have missed.

But Alexia had taken things way too far.

Right now, you were straddling her lap, your thighs practically caging her in the sofa next to the pillows, your shirt and bra were long gone. You could feel the warmth of her body pressed up against yours.

Your clothed pelvises were grinding slowly, and you knew she was doing it to tease you, to make you beg.

Alexia's mouth was on your neck. Her lips were wet and hot as they dragged across your skin alongside her tongue, which created a wet path from your earlobe down to your clavicle.

Alexia had one of her hands splayed across your torso. Her (big) hand was covering your third rib, all the way to your seventh one.

Her hand was warm, too. Alexia was always warm, even in the middle of winter, even when she was shivering from the cold.

Her right hand had other plans, though; it was sneaking lower and lower each breath you took; her fingers were brushing under the hem of your cotton shorts, ones that were absolutely not sexy at all, but Alexia swore over her dead body that you looked hot in them.

"What am I kissing right now?" Alexia murmured against your throat, her lips were sucking your skin gently, and her tongue was flickering over the mark she had just left.

It was practically impossible for Alexia to have her mouth on you without leaving any marks. She always had to do it. Always had to leave a bit of herself on you. You never complained, though.

You whimpered as Alexia pressed her pelvis against you. Your hips were rocking ever so slightly against her; you were just trying to chase some kind of friction, some kind of relief.

"I asked you a question, amor," Alexia said in a deep voice.

You rolled your eyes, your mind was starting to get foggy, but you pushed through. You tried to think of her wet lips on your neck, and then picture the image on page 367, figure C.

"That's...uhnm," you rolled your hips against her fingers, they weren't even touching your skin yet, they were just over your clothes. "That's sternocleidomastoideus."

"Muy bien," [very good], Alexia praised. You could almost feel a thick layer of amusement in her voice.

You knew you could have said anything, really... from infraspinatus to lysosomes, or even rotator cuff, and still, she would probably have nodded along, just the same.

Alexia only knew the main muscles–the ones worth working on in the gym or the ones that were easy targets for injuries.

You might be distracted by her, but Alexia was distracted by you just the same. You knew how she felt when your pulse jumped beneath her mouth.

"That's an important muscle, sí?" she asked, her voice filled with false innocence as her hand finally slipped past your shorts, her fingertips were touching over your soaked cunt, which was, of course, always ready for her.

"Ale, please," you moaned as you moved your hips to the right, trying to meet her hand. "More...I need more, please."

"No, princesa," she whispered sternly, but still sweet. "Tienes que estudiar." [You have to study.]

"I don't, not anymore," you shook your head, "I want you."

Alexia didn't give in, as expected.

"Concéntrate, amor," [pay attention, love] she said, as her fingers slipped through your wetness and pressed inside your cunt, very slowly and deliberately as if she knew you like the back of her hand.

"Now, tell me about these muscles here–" The hand that had been on your rib cage was now tracing along the spaces between each rib. You felt a shiver running down your spine.

Alexia could be very maddening when she wanted to.

She could make you lose your mind and focus with just a touch of her finger; that's how much power she had over you.

You arched your back and gave Alexia better access to your torso, and because she was a very loving girlfriend, she rewarded you with a second finger.

She slid her middle finger along with her index finger deeper inside your cunt, filling you up just right, just as you needed.

You were so wet you could hear the sound of her fingers thrusting inside of you, it was a pornographic and very delicious sound.

You knew your underwear and shorts were a mess right now, but you still wished Alexia would take your clothes off so you could rub your bare cunt against her leggings, getting them all wet and smelling of you and your need for her.

"Vamos," [come on] Alexia said, more softly this time, as if she really wanted you to get it right. "Dime el nombre de esos músculos." [Tell the name of these muscles]

"Intercostales,' you breathed (finally), her fingers curled inside of you, giving you the prize you so much deserved.

You grabbed Alexia's shoulders for support, lifting your hip a bit so Alexia could have more room to move her hand.

"Y por qué son importantes?" she asked, her thumb was brushing very close to your clit but never quite touching it.

It was a dangerous move, and Alexia knew it.

"They, ugh, fuck...they control the breathing mechanism of the respiratory system," you said as you were trying to remember your damn flashcards (the ones that you spent hours working on) but it seemed like your brain decided to just not work anymore, as if it went on a vacation as soon as Alexia touched you.

Alexia hummed and then pressed a kiss on your neck. It seemed like she liked your answer.

Her palm then moved to the left, lying flat over your chest, next to your heart.

You could see her palm moving up and down with each of your irregular breaths.

"Then why," she asked softly, "does it seem like you are having such a hard time breathing, bebé?"

You could barely form an answer, your mind was still too dizzy, and Alexia had just found your G-spot, her finger thrusting so sweetly against you.

You only had one last breath, you just had one (accusatory) word to say before coming undone with an orgasm.

"Fuck–it's because of you."

Alexia smirked as she curled her fingers inside of you, her thumb rubbing your clit as you felt a warm feeling embracing your body.

You came, contracting against Alexia, your mouth was open as you moaned, feeling every single dopamine and oxytocin molecule running through your bloodstream.

Alexia kissed your forehead as you calmed down. She waited until your breathing was even again to take her finger off of you. You wished she would keep them; you felt closer to her that way.

Maybe you said that out loud, you didn't remember, right now all you needed was Alexia, she knew how clingy you were after an orgasm.

She had left to wash her hands and bring you a warm cloth to clean you up.

When she came back, she did just that. She filled your face with kisses as she cleaned the inside of your thighs, kissing your cunt one last time before properly putting the shorts back on.

You had completely forgotten about your test, or about anything really. Alexia was not the best study pal in the world, but she sure knew how to make you relax during a study session.

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a/n: This isn't one of my greatest works, and I don't know if I like it, but I wrote it down, and I thought I might as well share it here.