Sensuality

by Zane

  “Sí, señor. Everything is fine.” I smiled nervously at him as he put my food in front of me. Everything tasted wonderful but I felt let down. My stunt required Rodrigo to serve my meal. I paid my bill at my table and hauled ass. I was halfway up the block when someone touched my shoulder. It was my young waiter, grinning at me.

  “Señora, you forget this? It was under your plate.” He held out a cream envelope addressed to La Reina.

  I shook my head. “No, my name is not Lareina. I don’t think this is mine,” I said, pushing the envelope back into his hand.

  He dropped his hands to his side, refusing to take the envelope. “Sí, señora, you are La Reina, the Queen.” He nodded emphatically.

  I guessed that was something I’d missed in high school Spanish. I smiled. “Okay…Gracias, señor.” He gave me a salute and ran back into the restaurant.

  “The Queen?” I said aloud. “Who would call me that?” I opened the envelope and read the enclosed note as I sauntered home.

  Mi Reina,

  You are lovely, a wonder for my eyes and heart to behold and embrace. Por favor, I would like to see you again. El restaurante will close very soon for siesta. If you permit, I would like to visit with you then. If you will hang a blue cloth from your window, I will know that you wish to see me, too, and my heart will sing with gratitude. Until then, I await with hope,

  Rodrigo

  I could have been bought for a penny. Rodrigo was trying to mack me! I couldn’t hate because I knew the game inside out. I was a teeny bit mad that he had made his move first but why should I care? Either way, I was all for getting my pussy done right so there was no need to resist. I fumbled with the key at the door, wondering if I had anything blue to hang out the window. I left the door open but locked the bars.

  Snickering to myself, I tore through the closet in search of a scarf, a belt—anything blue. In light of Rodrigo’s polite note, it seemed too tacky to hang out the turquoise dress I was wearing. Shit, I hope this ain’t some Mexican courtship ritual. I’m not trying to get married. I just want some decent fucking to hold me until I get back to DC.

  I hung a blue washcloth from a hanger on the patio and took a quick freshen-up that included inserting my contraceptive sponge and putting condoms in strategic locations. I heard the doorbell ring as I put my toothbrush in the charger. I checked my face for stray gobs of toothpaste, then answered the door. Rodrigo’s lean frame filled the doorway as he entered. He took both my hands in his and greeted me with a two-cheek kiss and a hug.

  “Buenas tardes, señora,” he said as he released my hands.

  “Buenas tardes, Rodrigo,” I replied, stepping back to observe him. He had changed into black, loose-fitting linen trousers and a cream shirt that offered an enticing contrast to his bronze skin. I was caught off guard for a moment. I’d never fucked a man this fine. I was nervous. Not that I’d been laying up with the ooglies, but Rodrigo was from the “Hell yeah!” page in the Sophisticated Sista’s Catalog of Fine Ass Men. I reminded myself that I’d been campus queen at my alma mater and though I was forty, I was mistaken for twenty-five quite often.

  “Rodrigo, please make yourself comfortable.” I smiled graciously as I regained my composure. “And please, my name is Deena. No need to call me señora.”

  “Sí, mi reina, I will call you Deena.” He sat close, facing me, our knees touching slightly. “How are you enjoying Sayulita so far?”

  “Sayulita is beautiful. So far, I like it here.”

  “Wonderful, Deena.” He caressed my thigh as he watched me attentively.

  Aha! He’s down with it. Good. Now I don’t have to work so hard. I could feel my pussy juices simmering.

  “Do you think you like it well enough to buy this house?” Rodrigo asked.

  “Yes.” I smiled. “I like it well enough to buy the house. How did you know?”

  “Deena, Sayulita is a small town. Remember that there are very few secrets here. That is why I admonished you at the beach. It would not do to have the name of our newest resident to be dishonored for something so petty.” He smiled seductively at me, arousing me further when he traced my lips with his finger. An involuntary moan escaped my lips. I forgot to ask him what sin I’d committed at the beach.

  “Deena.”

  “Yes?”

  Rodrigo stood up. “Mi reina, my queen, I want to bathe you. Do you have any olive oil?”

  “Olive oil?”

  “Yes, it softens the skin. I use it in my own bath.”

  “Oh, yes. Sure. It’s in the kitchen.” Whew, for a minute I thought I’d mistaken bathe for baste.

  Rodrigo held out his hands to me and my will became his. I led him to the Jacuzzi tub in the master-bedroom suite. He sat me on the vanity stool and I watched him run the water, then leave for the olive oil. When everything was ready, he undressed me and helped me into the tub. I watched as he stripped down to glistening skin. His dick wasn’t hard so I couldn’t tell how big it really was. I could wait. He got behind me in the tub and I relaxed against his chest, luxuriating in the dual embrace of Rodrigo’s arms and the warm, slippery water.

  “Deena…I love the sound of your name…. Listen, Deena. I have something to share with you.”

  He sang to me in Spanish as he buffed my body to a dark cocoa sheen. His voice was as melodious as he was attractive, and even though I didn’t speak enough Spanish to make out a third of what he was saying, it put me in a trance that had me believing all the good things I’d heard about Mexican men and sex. In between verses, we kissed passionately, fucking with our tongues as our bodies would later, building an explosive tension that threatened to singe my soul. Rodrigo’s free hand alternated between teasing my clit and my nipples, making it more difficult for me to delay what we both wanted. I lost it when he began licking and sucking my nipples.

  He cupped both my titties in his huge hands, pushed them together, and flicked his tongue from one nipple to the other, rapidly sucking and nibbling until they looked like shiny chocolate gumdrops and I was a woman on fire. I pushed him against the tub and straddled him. His mouth kept my nipples warm and hard while his hands dove underwater. I felt his powerful fingers enter my pussy.

  “Mmmm…Ahhh…Rodrigo…” was all I could say. Our voices mingled as he joined me in a chorus of ecstatic harmonies that rang to the ceiling. I realized the bathroom shutters were wide open and, for a split second, I wondered if we were too loud. Then, I was like, To hell with it. Why get fucked if I can’t enjoy it to the fullest?

  I rode Rodrigo’s fingers as he massaged my pussy walls with precise timing. I wasn’t surprised when I felt his finger working its way into my asshole. At that point, all holes were fair game and I welcomed it. My body climbed to incredible heights of ecstasy as Rodrigo rocked me into a state of bliss with his fingers, lips, and tongue. I saw the birth of a new galaxy as my body and mind were swept into an orgasm with the force of a tidal wave.

  “Ohhhhh…Uhnnnnnnnnnn…Wheeeeeeeeee!” I sang as I was taken under. My pussy burst into convulsive spasms of delight as I whirled in the ripples of release. When my ears stopped ringing, I realized Rodrigo was crooning to me in Spanish. Whatever he said, it sounded good to me. We locked eyes and kissed slowly, appreciating each other’s tastes and textures. I was hypnotized.

  We chilled in the tub until the water got cold, then headed out to the bedroom patio to play in the sun. Rodrigo had the towels and I had the condoms. He spread a towel on a comfortable chair for me.

  “Deena, sit here, mi reina.”

  I shook my head. “No, Rodrigo, you sit there. It’s your turn for pleasure.” I knew I was grinning my Nasty Girl grin.

  I saw that his dick was still limp but that was no problem. I am proud to be the Mistress of Making ’Em Hard in a Hurry, a title I’ve worked hard for and one I intend to have for a long time to come. Therefore, I welcomed opportunities to keep my skills current.

  I lightly licked Rodrigo’s lips and once again, he met my tongue with his own. Ele
ctricity raced through my body as we took turns sucking each other. I ran my fingers up and down his chest, playfully scratching his nipples with my nails until they hardened like raisins. Then I straddled his hips to kiss him again. His lips were beet red. I’m not sure why that turned me on but it did. Rodrigo’s moans told me he was enjoying my efforts and that excited me, too.

  Rodrigo’s fingers tangled in my locs as I teased the flat button of his navel with my tongue and teeth, making sure not to bite him in my fever to taste his flesh. Finally it was time for the main course, my favorite part of every meal. I folded the other towel, put it on the floor, and kneeled on it. I pushed his legs apart and held his uncircumcised dick in my hand for the first time. I pulled the foreskin back and almost cried because it was so pretty. I battled with myself over sucking it right then or waiting. I wanted to be in control this time so waiting won the fight.

  His dick was semihard, thick, and very heavy. I knew it would grow longer and fatter as I worked my magic on him. I cradled his large shaved balls in my hand to feel their weight. They were heavy as well, which probably meant he hadn’t had any pussy in a while. I licked each of his balls, giving each one special attention before taking it into my mouth and rolling it gently around on my tongue. (I wanted to do both at the same time but they were just too big and I was scared I would bite him.) Rodrigo’s moans came more often and louder, letting me know he was getting closer to full arousal. I took my time stroking his dick, aware that he was about to be overly stimulated. When his dick stretched out and grew heavier in my hand, any willpower I thought I had vanished. I draped my lips on that gorgeous mushroom and lowered my head until his dick touched my tonsils. I spit-shined his dick from head to base, making sure it touched the back of my throat with every downstroke. Rodrigo began thrusting so I slowed down because I didn’t want him to come too soon. I put a condom in my mouth and rolled it on.

  I removed my mouth from his dick and Rodrigo opened his eyes in time to see me backing my pussy onto his dick. He spread my cheeks to get deeper penetration, and I leaned forward to get my balance and good friction for us both. As the hypnotic rhythm of his thrusts seduced me into the clouds, Rodrigo began teasing my asshole with his finger.

  This time I know the whole neighborhood heard us as we crashed, grunting and screaming, into an orgasm that was better that my first one.

  “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Rodrigo yelled as he almost bucked me off his dick.

  “Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiit!” I cried as the waves came to drown me again.

  “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…”

  “Uhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnn…”

  Rodrigo’s dick burst into the condom as I felt my own orgasm vibrating through my core. I continued to move my pussy up and down on his dick, knowing the extra sensation would be something he would never forget.

  Exhausted, we collapsed into a heap of heavy breathing and sweat. When we were able to breathe normally, we moved to the chaise and I sat between Rodrigo’s legs and listened to his stories about life in Sayulita. Let him tell it, Sayulita was Paradise. As I listened, I wondered if it was true or if he had an ulterior motive, like the town’s continued economic success (foreigners usually rented their properties part-time, which brought cash flow to the town), or if it was his way of making sure I would return to Sayulita as often as possible to be with him. We hadn’t had time to discuss anything beyond the present but I found myself hoping it was the second option. My vacation in Sayulita wasn’t over and the thought of fucking this man every night—or even every other night—for the next fourteen days was enough to harden my nipples.

  A wicked smile curled my lips as I stroked Rodrigo’s thigh.

  “Rodrigo.”

  “¿Sí, mi reina?”

  “Bathe me again, por favor?”

  Papi’s Baby Girl

  Gwyneth Bolton

  The bruja’s back. His mother’s caustic and cautioning words at Sunday dinner came back with resounding clarity as soon as Miguel Suárez walked into the offices of his multimillion-dollar company and saw her there.

  Lissette Suárez had used a variety of racial epithets along with the Spanish word for witch because she’d never gotten along with the African-American woman her son married. She told everyone who would listen to her that the bruja must have put a spell on Miguel.

  He hadn’t believed that his mother had really seen his wife. He’d assured her that she must have been seeing things. Because there was no way Stacy Williams-Suárez would come back to town and not notify him. Estranged though they might be, his wife knew better than that.

  But there she was walking down the hall, every sway of her delectable hips mocking him. The red suit she wore put the power in the phrase power suit. And as she walked down the hall toward him with a slight slant in her eye and her lips tilted in a soft, taunting little smirk, he recognized that was exactly the effect she was after. She wanted to give the semblance of power—control.

  A genuine smile formed on his lips as he realized that his sweet, sexy wife was indeed standing in front of him. Judging from the way his dick jumped to life, he was more than a little happy to see her.

  “Hello, Stacy. Glad to have you back.”

  Stopping directly in front of him, she put her hands on her hips. “You don’t have me back. Your company does. There’s a big difference, Miguel.”

  Allowing the grave misconception for the moment, he decided to take stock of the beauty standing before him rather than disabuse her of the misguided belief that he didn’t have her back. From bottom to top, the woman was simply gorgeous. He’d always loved the color red on her. It worked nicely with her rich walnut complexion and brought out the soft red undertones in her skin. The silk stockings that graced her legs beckoned to be stroked. Her long shapely calves led to curvaceously firm thighs and hips that he could only imagine under the skirt but he remembered fondly. Remembering those legs wrapped around him while those hips met each of his thrusts almost made him want to take her against the wall in the hallway. The rest of the employees would no doubt be shocked if they walked in on such a thing, but Stacy should have calculated that risk when she decided that the workplace was the first place she wanted to be seen after her two-month disappearance.

  Letting his eyes travel upward, he licked his lips at the slight, subtle lift each breath she took gave her breasts. The soft fabric of the suit and the silk blouse she wore underneath could not contain the bountiful bundle. He imagined the nipples underneath waiting for the caress of his tongue. Moving to her long, graceful neck, he paused and knew for certain that he needed to either make love to his tempting wife or move along to the confines of his office. The delicate ruby-and-diamond choker she wore around her neck made his dick painfully erect. That she still wore the choker meant more to him than the fact that she was also still wearing her engagement ring and wedding band. Those conventional trinkets may have held weight with the rest of the world, but the choker and the fact that she hadn’t removed it spoke to him in ways that he could never fully express.

  Deciding to move the discussion on, Miguel simply stated, “Mom said she saw you shopping on Saturday. I guess she was right?”

  An expression of hesitation briefly traveled across her face before she put her game face back on. Shrugging and twisting her sweet thick lips to the side, she said, “Yes, I saw your mother. But I didn’t really feel like speaking to anyone that day.”

  There had never been any love lost between the two women. But Stacy’s attitude toward the Suárez matriarch still irritated him. His eyes narrowed slightly. “How long have you been back in town?”

  Again her slight hesitation spoke volumes and clued him in on her nervousness. She took a deep breath and he noticed the gentle lift of her breast under the red jacket.

  Tilting her head defiantly, she responded, “I’ve been back two weeks.”

  She’d been back a whole two fucking weeks and she hadn’t come home!

  She’d left their six-month-old marriage two months ago
and took a leave of absence from her position at his company in order to “clear her head.” Even though it had been the last thing he wanted to do, he’d given her space. Their relationship had been unconventional by typical standards and his decision to marry her had apparently freaked her out more than she let on because it had been the beginning of the end.

  Emotions warred within him. And the biggest one of them—desire—had to be contained until he figured out exactly what Stacy was playing at. She wasn’t a dumb woman. In fact she was the smartest woman he’d ever met. So, she had to know that coming back and still wearing the choker, his first gift to her, his collar, was as close to resuming their relationship as anything. Miguel knew that Stacy was well aware of the kind of man she’d married.

  “So, you’re back…only for your job?” He let the question hang as he trailed every curve and crevice of her body with his eyes. He then pinned his gaze on her and let her know with one look that all the red power suits in the world weren’t going to stop him from getting her exactly where he wanted her. Naked, splayed, and tied to their bed.

  Her eyes met his stare. Recognizing his meaning, she literally jumped and moved back a space. Her semblance of control faltered just barely.

  A lesser man might not have noticed it at all.

  She lifted her chin and smirked. “Yes, Miguel. I’m back for my job. We never should have breached those boundaries. I’m hoping that eventually we will be able to get to a place where we can put the unfortunate incidents of the past behind us.”

  Unbelievable! No way, Baby Girl! Miguel closed the space between them in one giant step and pulled her into his arms. He took her lips quickly and roughly. The kiss was meant to show her that she was not calling the shots. She tried valiantly to refuse him, but he wasn’t having it. Two long months without tasting her made him react like a starving man tasting a stolen morsel of food. Wrapping his arms around her and allowing his hands to rest on her ample behind, he pulled her tightly to him and allowed her to feel the press of his dick as his mouth ravished her. Mrs. Stacy Williams-Suárez had to know exactly what she was dealing with.