You Have Always Been My Dream

by Jaycee Avalon

  His dance preference is Swing but he can do Salsa as good as me, though I’m better at it. Just as his Swinging movements are better than mine.

  She’s stunned for a second before her body moves with mine and soon, we’re making love on the dance floor. I’m keeping my mind on the dance and the movements and not on her pliable and sensual body so I don’t embarrass myself and get a beat down by her brothers.

  Not when I have them in my back pocket and one hundred percent behind me and my plans with Lolita. I’m gonna marry this woman and she’s going to give me all those grandbabies her mama wants.

  When the music ends, I keep her close to me with an arm around her waist and cup her face with my hand.

  “You’re so beautiful, nena,” I whisper before kissing her lightly on the lips.

  “Behave, and don’t make me tan your ass when we get home. Keep a noticeable distance on the dance floor,” I warn, kissing her again and leaving her stunned as I walk back to her brothers.

  I get to meet more of the family and get introduced to a variety of Cuban food. There’s plenty of alcohol but I’m not much of a drinker since I like to be fully on guard.

  I’m talking to Pepe about his garage shop when my phone rings showing it’s one of my men. “Sorry, I’ve got to take this,” I excuse myself and move to a quiet place.

  “Make it fast,” I tell Smith.

  It’s good news and it looks like we’re solving a case sooner than we thought, which gets me really excited. I turn to go back to the party but find a woman dressed scantly standing in front of me.

  “Whoever you came with, I can make you feel ten times better, guapo,” she says in a seductive manner.

  “I doubt it.” My answer is full of disgust.

  “Well,” she says, moving closer but I backup and glare at her.

  “Listen—” I start to say but smile down widely at Lolita when she plasters her body to mine. “Hi, nena. You having fun?” I ask softly.

  “I’m beginning to feel pretty tired and I’m ready to go home.” She lifts up on her toes and kisses me fast but possessively before looking to the woman.

  “Mama approves of Erick, so I suggest you keep your claws away from him, you know how mama likes to get even,” she tells her before pulling me behind her, leading us back to the house.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Erick

  She’s on me before I even have time to close my front door. Our clothes are gone by the time we make it to the bedroom. The bed is too far away, so I bring her down to the floor and remove my mouth from hers, nipping my way down her body.

  Her skin is hot to the touch and I swear heat is coming off her pores. Her arousal is strong and my nostrils flare at her scent. Drawing her into my lungs, I attack her lower lips with my tongue and use my thumb on her clit to get her off fast.

  When she calms down from her climax, I make love to her pussy with my mouth until I know her scent will stay with me for the night before finally getting her to the bed and sinking into her snuggle heat.

  “God, nena, you feel so good on my cock,” I whisper into her ear.

  “Oh! Mmm…” she can’t form words when she gets like this.

  “You like me filling you up like this, don’t you?”

  “Si, si, si…”

  “Tell me to fuck you in Spanish. Tell me to pound this pussy hard until you can’t walk,” I order while I thrust harder into her.

  “Tu… You….” She still can’t form words but I love that she tries to.

  My words get dirtier which I’ve learned drives her insane. Her pussy pulses on my girth and she gets even tighter the more turned on she becomes.

  I’m going to make her into my very own nymphomaniac so that when I get near her, she will always be ready for me and only me.

  When I feel my balls drawing in, I slow down and run a hand up and down her arm to soothe her. “Don’t stop,” she begs and rocks her hips on me.

  “You like cum?”

  “Ah… what? What?”

  Instead of answering her, I pull out making her whine and flip us over, carefully pushing her body down mine until she’s holding herself over me. Wrapping I hand around her hair, I hold my cock with the other and paint her lips with our juices.

  “Open those pretty lips and suck just my head,” I instruct.

  I teach her how to go down on me the way I like it until I’m coming deep in her throat and she has no choice but to swallow my cum.

  Damn woman runs to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She comes back and goes off on me in both English and Spanish, cursing me to hell and back, making me laugh hard at how beautiful she looks all riled up.

  “Come here, nena.” I have to drag her body to me and pin her down until she’s calm.

  “How about you let me come in your pussy, after you go down on me. You liked giving me head, right?” I know she did if, her humming and moans where any indication.

  “You always come in me.”

  “Nuh-uh. I come inside the condom but I want you to let me come in your womb.” She freezes at my words and looks at me in terror.

  “You can’t do that,” she whispers.

  “Of course I can, it’s easy.” To demonstrate, I slip my hard cock into her depth, groaning at how good she feels without the damn condom.

  “Erick,” she moans but moves with me.

  “Can you feel me? Squeeze hard on me baby,” I instruct.

  “Oh, hmm…” Shit, that feels good, better than that first night.

  “Let me come inside of you,” I beg, moving slow but with hard thrusts.

  “No. God. I’m not, I’m not on the pill,” she says, but continues to squeeze her muscles around my girth.

  “That’s the point,” I groan and sink deeper.

  “Erick. I, ah. I want to get married first.” Her words make me freeze and I look down at her. She’s still rocking underneath me belying her wishes and I know she wants to feel my seed coating her womb as much as me.

  “Did you just ask me to marry you?”

  “What? No!”

  “Ask me again.”

  “No. I didn’t. I, ah—” her words are cut short when I lift her legs higher on my waist and thrust hard into her. I hold her shoulder down so she can’t escape my thrust.

  “Ask me again,” I demand.

  “Erick,” she moans. I push my pelvis down on her until I can feel it rubbing her slick pussy with my thrusts.

  “Ask. Me. Again.” I accentuate each word with a hard thrust.

  “Marry me, pinga. Fuck! Marry me.”

  “Fuck, yeah, nena.”

  I thrust and thrust into her until her orgasm hits hard and she tries to escape me, but I keep her pinned down on the bed until I’m almost there, pulling out at the last minute and spilling all over her beautifully tan belly.

  I rub it into her skin, all around her soft, almost flat tummy then clean my hand on her pussy.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Lolita

  I’m having all kinds of thoughts going through my head right now. Choking him until his face goes blue is one of them. Wondering if the old wives’ tales are true and I’m getting pregnant as I’m thinking since he spread his seed all over my pussy.

  He completely passed out after that, leaving me here drowning in my thoughts. God, he’s so freaking gorgeous and sexy and manly and damn if I’m not totally in love with him already. What he does to my body only adds to my obsession with him.

  He took to the family and fit right in as if he’s always been part of the group. My brothers were fooling around with him, while Pepe all but gave up his secrets regarding his garage shop. Tomas bade him goodbye with a promise to touch bases tomorrow morning about that deal. Whatever that deal is.

  Disentangling my body from underneath him, I get myself to the shower and wash off his seed. He tastes so good in my mouth and I love how his dick feels inside of it. His seed is way too potent though, has a very strong taste to it and I’m not willing to swallow it again.


  I wonder if I have a similar taste? He loves kissing after going down on me but I really don’t think it’s the same. His tongue is a bit salty but it doesn’t last long before his own unique taste overwhelms my taste buds.

  I go back to his bed and into his arms to get some sleep. Even though I don’t work on Mondays and he told me he’ll not go into his office till after lunch, I do want to get some sleep and leave as early as I can so I can get with Mel as soon as possible before I start to freak out.

  I shouldn’t have bothered with the shower since I wake up to his caresses and he’s taking me soft and sweet, pulling out at the last minute and getting his seed all over me again. I don’t think the asshole is ever wearing condoms again. ugh!

  “Your skin will absorb me and you’ll not even feel it anymore.”

  “What?” I ask, still panting.

  “My seed. Your skin will absorb it, it’s a good natural skin cream. I’m told if you rub it in during pregnancy the stretch marks will lessen or you’ll not even get any.”

  “I don’t even want to know how you know that,” I huff, getting out of bed.

  “Don’t wash me off, Lolita,” he warns. Asshole is not even looking at me, just burrowing into the blankets more.

  “Erick. I don’t like getting orders or demands or whatever it is you think you’re doing,” I tell him sternly.

  “What if I plead?” he says, opening his beautiful green eyes at me. There’s a softness there I haven’t seen before.

  “You tricked me, didn’t you? You’ve been tricking me from the very beginning,” I say in defeat.

  “Nena?”

  “Don’t move. Just, just stay there.” I won’t be able to talk to him if he comes out of the sheets in all his naked glory.

  “It’s been a week. A week and though I believe in ‘love at first sight,’ I believe in ‘whirlwind romances,’ and those romantic tales I also believe that it takes time to really get to know someone.”

  “We’ll get to know each other. We’ve already learned quite a bit from each other, baby.”

  “What do you want? I want to really know what you want from me and why?”

  “Alright. Can I get up and dressed? I’ll make us some breakfast while you get ready.”

  “Fine. But I want the whole story and the truth.”

  “No problema, nena,” he chuckles, making me chuckle.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Erick

  I make her some eggs with toast and butter, with a strong cup of coffee and it’s ready when she comes out of the bedroom. We eat in silence and after I’ve refilled her cup, I start talking.

  “The first time I ever laid eyes on Joy, I knew I was going to love her for the rest of our lives. She was this pretty little thing I couldn’t keep my eyes away from.” I see a bit of sadness in her eyes as I have told her about Joy before.

  “Six years old we were and that love lasted until faith took her from me when she was just twenty years old. Fourteen years, Dolores. Fourteen years and my love never wavered or deemed or staled. My six-year-old heart knew I loved her and it proved to be true love.”

  I let that information sink into her mind before I continue explaining myself and praying, she’ll see my point of view.

  “I thought my heart had stopped beating because I was looking at the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Lolita smiles at me and I see longing in her eyes, giving me hope.

  “God, I was so tired and had such lack of sleep the night of Mel’s grand opening. I needed something strong but since champagne was the only thing available, I grabbed another flute only to turn around to find your eyes looking at me.”

  “Erick,” she whispers.

  “I thought I was going to have a heart attacked, because you were so perfect,” I confess.

  “I’m not perfect.”

  “Let me finish!” At her nod I continue.

  “My reaction to you was ten times stronger. That could be because at six years old I was thinking of how beautiful she was and how much I wanted to hear her laugh and see the pink little balls she wore on her hair bounce,” I chuckle.

  “Now I’m a man, Dolores. I was thinking about how beautiful you were and I most definitely wanted to see you laugh, but I also wanted to see if you wore anything underneath that tight dress.”

  Her breathing is picking up and she’s looking at me both with worried and wonder at my words. I’m hoping against hope that this is a good sign.

  “We went parking at the lake one night. Joy was laying on my arms after a hot make-out session and we were cooling off. I must have fallen asleep because I woke up with a startle and I remember being worried about the girl who haunted my dreams. She was crying, feeling lost, alone and most importantly betrayed.”

  “What girl?”

  “I didn’t know. I just started having these dreams when I was about ten. This girl haunted my dreams and I knew it wasn’t Joy. I would dream her in times of happiness but I also would dream her in times of sadness.”

  “What did Joy say?”

  “Joy was a free spirit. She believed in the afterlife and things like destiny, faith and the supernatural. She told me the girl was probably someone from a different lifetime who I was still connected too.”

  “Wow!”

  “Yeah. That summer, just before our Senior prom night, I had that dream. It was so real and her anguish was so strong. I wanted to console her but it was always hard to reach for her in my dreams.”

  “What year was that?”

  I tell her the year and her eyes widen, looking at me with shock and a bit of fear. She moves away from the breakfast bar and starts pacing the living room area, mumbling in Spanish too fast for me to understand.

  I’m thinking she knows what I’m talking about and she’s putting two and two together. I’m hoping she has realized she’s the girl who’s been haunting my dreams for years now.

  “She always felt like a little sister or even a cousin. There was nothing sexual or romantic about the dreams I had of her,” I explain.

  “That is, until two years ago when she started seducing me. When she started begging me to show her what being a woman really felt like.”

  “Jesus! No, no, it can’t be.”

  “Dolores?”

  “I don’t believe in my mama’s voodoo crap,” she tells me sternly.

  “Me neither. Santería or Voodoo or any other polytheistic religion or cult or whatnots. But I do believe there’s a little bit of truth in everything.”

  “What do you want, Erick?”

  “I want us to have a real relationship. I want you to be my girlfriend, my friend, my lover. Eventually, if I can convince you, I want you to marry me and give me all those grandbabies your mama wants.”

  “And if we don’t work out?”

  “I’m not like my friend, Justin. I don’t believe our lives would go to pieces because we don’t end up together. If we don’t work out, I want to salvage our friendship because I do know I never want to part from you, even if you no longer wish me as a lover.”

  “What if it’s you who’ll no longer want me as a lover?”

  “I don’t think so, nena. I told you, you’ve been haunting my dreams for years, baby. You have always been my dream,” I tell her sincerely.

  “What of Joy?”

  “I loved Joy with all my heart. I believe and know that had she still been with me, you and her would have become great friends and you would have been part of our lives. But destiny wasn’t written that way, was it, nena?”

  “Erick…”

  “I don’t know why it was my destiny to love twice in one lifetime, but it is, baby.”

  “Erick,” she says softly again, but this time her voice is strained.

  “Would you give us a chance, Dolores?”

  “Alright, but—”

  “Shh…” I cut her off. “I’ll follow your lead. I’ll take it as slow as you want. We can talk, share and plan every life changing decision together, si mi
amor?”

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Lolita

  My father died that year. I was supposed to have the best Junior prom ever. The guy I had been head-over-heels with had finally asked me to prom. But then papi had had that heart attack and he didn’t make it through the night.