by Mei Silk
But instead he sat stiffly, without making a tiny movement, so as not to wake her. He closed his eyes, hoping to rest with her. But he couldn’t calm down. Sara breathed right under his ear, and her hot breath tickled his neck. Every now and then, she made tiny baby-like whimpers, and it aroused him. As soon as he closed his eyes, he could see her in the storage room, in that red swimsuit, with one of her breasts exposed. It was unbearable to sit quietly next to that enticing body, while his own body was boiling inside.
After half an hour, he finally felt Sara stir.
“How long did I sleep?” she asked in a languid voice that made him want her even more.
“A few minutes. Are you cold? Should we go inside?”
“No. I like it this way,” Sara said, moving closer to him.
That tiny movement caused a palpitation through Mateo’s body.
“Did you just shiver? Are you cold?” Sara asked, still sleepily.
Mateo said in a husky voice, “How could I be cold sitting next to a hot babe?”
She flushed as she met his eyes. “What’s the equivalent term of babe for a guy?”
“Beats me. Beau?” Mateo said, scratching his head.
He moved his head slightly, and Sara leaned over and touched her warm, soft lips against his.
Mateo groaned with pleasure.
“Thank you,” Sara whispered.
“What for?”
“For what you’ve done for me today.”
“What did I do?”
“Making me swim like a wild fish.”
“You’re very welcome, sweetheart. What would you do to thank me?”
Sara breathed heavily and responded that question with a bite on his earlobe.
“Ouch! That’s not a way to say thanks.” He feigned a disappointed look.
“Oh yeah, how would you like to be thanked?” Sara giggled like a little girl.
Mateo looked down at her, willing his gaze to convey his want and his lust for her. “I want you thank me like a wild fish would.”
Sara shivered and stopped giggling. He waited in anticipation for her next action, and her eyes twinkled as she looked at him.
“Would you prefer this then?” Sara reached his crotch and stroked him gently through his jeans.
“Yes,” he groaned, “harder.”
The heat of her fingers strayed away from his hardness, and lingered on his thighs.
“What’re you doing? Come back!” he pleaded.
Sara giggled again, and Mateo saw the blush creep into her cheeks. She withdrew her hand, placing it between them instead.
It was unbearable to Mateo. Putting one hand on her back and another under her knees, he lifted her up and put her on his lap, and he groaned the moment those hot, soft buns pressed against him. Sara nipped at his lips and sucked his lower lip into her mouth.
“Ah, Sara, you’re making me wild.”
“Yes, I’m paying you back,” she whispered.
Supporting her body with one hand, he explored her smooth body with his other hand, slipping his hand under her blouse and caressing her smooth skin. Her skin burned under his touch, and he heard a soft moan in the back of her throat. He wanted her—no, he needed her—so much.
His hand trailed up her skin, and he moved to the front, cupping her breast through her bra. She squirmed on his lap, and pulled away slightly, and before he could protest, she tugged her t-shirt over her head.
“Oh.” Mateo buried his nose in the alluring cleavage.
Sara shivered again.
“It’s cold, sweetheart.” Mateo put the T-shirt on her shoulders.
Sara shook off the shirt and said playfully, “How could I be cold, sitting on top of a radiator?”
Her body glowed in moonlight, and her hair was down, floating on her shoulders. She was like the moon goddess herself, except that she was more alluring.
“When are you going to take that off?” Mateo wished her bra would come off by itself.
“In just a minute.”
She started to undo his shirt buttons.
“You’re beautiful, Mateo.”
Her eyes scanned over his chest for a second, and he felt her studying his physique, and then she leaned forward, her tongue tracing his chest.
Mateo sighed and pressed her tightly against him.
When his hand moved up to undo her bra, she stopped him. “I’ll do it myself.”
With a deliberately slow gesture, Sara released the straps from her shoulders first, and peeled down the cups.
By the time her breasts were fully displayed in front of him, Mateo could hardly hold his urge. He licked those juicy white peaches with greed, before he savored the honey taut points, making Sara whimper with pleasure.
“Oh Mateo, I like that.”
* * *
Mateo stroked her through her panties and she quivered at the touch. Sara closed her eyes and waited for him to explore her, but he stilled.
“Go on!” she urged, opening her eyes.
He kissed her and said softly, “In a second, sweetie.”
Then he got up holding her, and went into the house. She giggled as they made their way through his house, and when he gently laid her down on a bed, she realized they had to be in his bedroom.
“I’ll be right back,” he said after kissing her softly on her lips.
“Where are you going?”
Mateo was back in just a few seconds, holding a box of Crown condoms in one hand.
However impatient she had gotten, Sara couldn’t help but smiled at his thoughtfulness.
“I ordered them online last week. The brand is #1 on the World’s Best Condom.”
“Oh,” Sara was impressed. “Can’t wait to feel it.”
She saw the tremble in hands as he tried to opening the box, and she gave him a seductive smile and tried to suppress her laugh as he ripped into the box, spilling the contents onto the bed.
He picked up a packet and now struggled to open that. “Damn, why do they make it so hard to open? Is it really the world’s best? I can’t believe it.”
Sara laughed at his clumsiness and grabbed the packet from his hands.
She opened the packet with little effort and took out the transparent rubber ring. She raised an eyebrow at him, nodding at his pants, and laughed as he quickly pulled them off. She crawled over to him and carefully rolled the condom down his length. Mateo grabbed her tightly when she was done, pushing her back on the bed and stripping her panties down her legs. He stroked her core with a finger, circling over her hard nub before slipping a finger inside her. Just when she wanted to grind against his hand, he pulled his finger out, and positioned himself over her, his hard length stroking against her before slipping inside her.
“Oh!” Sara cried. She had anticipated something nice but not as good as this. It was unlike anything she had experienced. With just minimum friction and lots of chemistry, Mateo had ignited her. Her nerves sizzled, producing so much pleasure that she could hardly contain herself. After a long, satisfying shout, she moved in synchronization with him.
She felt Mateo tremble against her, and gripped his back tightly. Within a few minutes, Mateo collapsed on top of her.
“I’m sorry, Sara, I didn’t mean to. It felt too good and I couldn’t control myself.”
“Don’t worry,” she said planting a kiss on his shoulder. “You have a whole night to make it right.”
He looked deeply into her eyes. “I’m definitely up for that challenge” he said with a husky voice. “And I have a whole box of condoms.”
* * *
After another hour of love-making, they finally lay peacefully in each other’s arms.
“You’re a real champ, Sara,” Mateo said softly to her ear.
“I know. Swimming a hundred laps and multiple orgasms. I can’t believe that’s me.”
“I guess I’ve really made you into a wild fish,” Mateo said and kissed her tenderly.
Before going to sleep, Sara checked her cell phone. Finding
a message from her dad, she called him back.
“Hi, Dad. I got your message. What’s up? Are you serious? Oh, Aunt Liu is adorable. Are you sure it isn’t a date for the two of you? I’m kind of tired today and might sleep late tomorrow, so no morning dim sum for me. Just tell her that I can’t make it. Another time? Oh no, okay, tell her I’m not interested in it. Tell her I don’t intend to get married again.”
Sara continued speaking to her father as he asked her about her day. “I couldn’t believe it, Dad. I can still swim 100 laps in an hour! I thought those days were gone . . . my last competition? Oh, it was in 2000, sixteen years ago. I got a gold medal and I did raise some money for the Y . . .”
* * *
Mateo listened to her as she rambled on, huddling against her and stroking her body. He was getting contently sleepy. He wished she would hang up soon so he could fall asleep with her. He struggled to keep up because he didn’t want her to find him snoring while she was still on the phone. But when he heard the word 2000, his mind cleared of the sleepy haze. Yingying came to his mind. Why was he thinking about her at this moment when he shouldn’t? Then his eyes popped open. Yingying was the champion of the girl’s swimming competition in 2000. He remembered it whenever he saw the gold cup in the wall cabinet of the Y.
He propped his body up and looked at Sara’s facial profile with intensity, especially at her upturned nose and high cheekbones. She looked strikingly similar to Yingying at that moment. Her eyes beamed with girlish expression while talking to her father.
“By the way, Dad,” Sara said, “could you make me one of those flower baskets of your newest creation? I’m going to a birthday party this Sunday. What kind of flowers? I don’t know. Hold on.”
“Mateo, what would Teresa like better, rose, chrysanthemum, or orchid?”
“Uh,” Mateo paused for a moment. “She likes pretty much all kinds of flowers. But rose is her favorite.”
“Rose, Dad. It’s for a woman about Mom’s age. Just be creative and make it nice, all right? What? Yeah I’m with a friend . . . a guy . . . he’s just a friend. Come on, Dad, you’re being nosy! That’s it, I’ll come pick up the basket next Sunday. Thanks!”
Sara was still smiling when she put down the phone.
“What’s so funny?” Mateo asked, guessing the reason. “Was your dad asking about me?”
“Yeah, he thinks I have a boyfriend. Silly.”
“So I’m not your boyfriend?” He pouted and she quirked an eyebrow at him
Sara lay down next to him, and pressed her body against his. “I wish you were.”
So he wasn’t. That disappointed him.
“What am I to you, then?”
“You’re my lover, a young and handsome lover, and I’m very lucky to have you,” Sara whispered, and nibbled on his shoulder.
“What’s different between a lover and a boyfriend?”
“Commitment. We’re not committed to each other, are we?”
“No, we’re not.” Mateo looked away from that beautiful face. What was gotten into him? Why was he feeling so sad by the simple truth?
“What’s the matter?” Sara propped up her chin on her elbow and looked at Mateo with concern.
“Nothing.” Mateo forced a smile. “Were you the champion of 2000 girls’ swim competition of the Y?”
“Indeed, I was.” Sara nodded. “It was much easier then. I was still a kid.”
“You’re not Yingying Wang, are you?”
“I used to be,” Sara sighed, “but no longer am, because Yingying Wang could swim 100 laps without a sweat. How do you know that name anyway?”
“Well, I, uh—” Mateo could hear his frantic heartbeat. So Sara was indeed Yingying! He longed to introduce himself, or rather, remind her of who he was, and tell her that he had never forgotten her. But he checked himself. How would she react? Besides, letting Sara know that he was the ignorant little boy that she had taught was not a good idea. What if she remembered that evening in the camp? He decided not to confirm the fact. “Your name’s on Y’s Honors list.”
“I’m still on the Honors list? Wow, I’m very flattered.”
”What do you mean? You were really good, Sara. Natalie said you were the best swimmer ever trained in the Y.”
“Natalie? How is she? Is she still . . .” Natalie was an elderly woman who volunteered for years at the Y, doing everything from organizing classes and competitions, to fixing showerheads.
“No, she passed away a couple years ago. But you were her favorite kid and she spoke about you often.”
“I remember that she was practically dancing when I won the competition that day. I was a bit embarrassed.” Sara yawned.
Mateo tried to recall that day but did not remember what Natalie had done. The truth was that he was too excited to notice anyone else but Sara. He was in the audience from beginning to end. He prayed and cheered for her. When she won, he almost shouted. His Sara had won. He himself had won many competitions after that, but never was he as happy as he was that day.
“I was proud of you, too, Sara, I think I was already in love with you then,” Mateo murmured, and looked at Sara. But she had fallen asleep.
Chapter 13
Sara smelled fried bacon when she woke the next morning. It must have been from her neighbors . . . it smelled delicious. She was starving. She wished she had bacon in her fridge. She would go to Denny’s on Main. They served that sort of breakfast. Sounds of movements in the house told her something was wrong. She opened her eyes and found herself sleeping in someone else’s bedroom. Memories of last night flashed back through her mind.
She was in Mateo’s house. She smiled as she remembered his loving whispers and his burning touches. But where was he?
She looked at the clock on bedside, and jumped when she saw it was past ten She had slumbered through ten hours. That hadn’t happened for many years. Not since she had married Bill. Oh, it wasn’t the time to think about her unpleasant past. It was the beginning of a new relationship. What kind of relationship was that? Sexual? Partnership? Whatever.
She smiled again. Mateo, what a sweet guy. Where was he anyway?
Lying on her side, she surveyed the bedroom in the morning light. It was neat and artistically decorated. There were a couple of black-and-white photos on the wall. An assortment of medals hung next to the pictures, and among the medals, a string of dry Champaca. It was probably the necklace that his friend made him. The fact that he would cherish a simple gift from a friend both pleased her and made her jealous. A flower necklace could only be from a girl. She checked herself before the emotion got strong. Having such a sweet nature, Mateo must have been popular among girls ever since he was little. Besides, it was such a long time ago. Her attention moved to other objects: in a corner, there was a guitar and a stand with music score on it. He played the guitar? Just like a young man would. She smiled. Where was he? She began to miss him, her half-Latino lover. Closing her eyes, she recalled the details of their love-making the night before. Her body responded to the memory of his taste and his scent, and she wiggled involuntarily.
Just then she heard his voice behind her. “Awake?”
She turned eagerly. Holding a tray in hand, Mateo made his way to her. He wore an apron, and it made him look even handsomer.
“Did you sleep well?” He placed the tray on the night table and took off his apron. Then he bent over her and kissed her lightly on her cheek.
“Never better.” She smiled.
“Ready for some breakfast?”
Sara looked at the breakfast tray. Bacon, eggs, toast and coffee.
She was impressed. “Don’t tell me you made these?”
“No, I didn’t.” He laughed. “My French maid did. Now, would you get up, my sleeping beauty?”
He held her, but instead of pulling her up, he lay down next to her.
“I thought we were going to have breakfast,” Sara protested.
“We are. We’ll have it in bed,” Mateo murmured as he sought
her lips.
Sara’s breaths quickened as she tasted his feverish lips. She couldn’t believe that she was getting hungry for sex again, after the feast they had had last night—her sexual appetite had never been so demanding.
“Ah, that was a nice appetizer,” she said breathily. “Now I want more.”
“What would you like to have?”
“Whatever, as long as it’s served by Mateo.”
Mateo could hear the pounding of his heart. “Okay, sweetie, I will only serve you the best.”
The love in his eyes and his voice was enough to melt her. Sara could only lie limply, and wondered how she could ever have enough of this gorgeous, sexy, millionaire lifeguard. The last adjective was, of course, unnecessary. She would be hungry for him even if he were penniless.
After they had satisfied their desire for each other’s body, they sat up and fed their stomachs with the breakfast. “Yum,” Sara cried, nodding. “The best bacon and eggs I’ve ever had.”
“Even though they’re cold?” Mateo smiled.
“How could they be cold,” Sara said, giving him a naughty glance, “when they were made by such a hot chef?”
Mateo shook his head, “You’re not going to forget that line, are you?”
“No, I’ll never let the line be cold, because . . .”
Mateo wouldn’t let her finished, “Because it was spoken by a hot—”