Tomas insisted I go to the prom but it wasn’t the same. It was never going to be the same. Erick didn’t think he was able to console me in his dreams but he always did in mine. Mama said he was my Guardian Angel and that I was lucky to have one.
I started seeing him more clearly about two years ago. I would never see his face, but he would come close and I’d see all that glorious chest engulfing and cradling me in his arms.
I was afraid to tell mama that my dreams had changed somewhat. That I had begun to want more from him than just comfort. That I wanted that chest to be real and I wanted to do more than just lay down on it.
I have to stay strong though, because I don’t believe in Santería. I don’t believe in all those Saints and Voodoo and that destiny is written in the stars for us. Fuck that! I make my own goddamn destiny! I decide what’s to become of me and my life.
But I can’t deny that there might be some truth to it, just like Erick says. That there is some truth to everything on this planet.
I don’t know if we are meant to be together and share a lifetime but I do know that I’m not willing to give him up yet. Afterall, I am an American. I might have Latin parents but I was born and raised here in America and I grew up believing in fairytales and happily ever afters.
And if I found the man who’s going to be with me for the rest of my life, then I’ll make sure we go through all the tests and pass them with flying colors. Let’s see if he can take my impromptu tests well! Because I’m about to put him through his paces.
It has now been a week since our talk and we’re still going hard at each other, though with my period about to come, we’ll have to slow down for a week.
Ugh! I hate this shit and I made an appointment with my gyno to see about some temporary birth control. White boy is still not wearing a rubber, of course, I’m not complaining either.
Pulling out my cell, I smile wide before laughing. Let’s see if he’s ready to be with me for a lifetime?
Me: Can you pick me up some tampons? I’m running late tonight.
I give him the size and type, before heading to Mel’s gallery. She has a nice paycheck for me, seems my photos have been selling well, which means I’m going to have to start taking more.
“Hey, nena. You’re smiling like the cat who ate the cannery. What did you do?” Mel asks, laughing.
“Just testing Erick.” I show her the text and she laughs, shaking her head.
“I wouldn’t do that if you paid me too. My white boy better stay away from that part of my life.”
“Whatever!” our laughing gets interrupted by my cell pinging a text.
Erick: Sure nena, how many boxes? You need liners too?
“Jesus!”
“I love hearing Jesus in Spanish, it’s so funny since it’s also a name. Doesn’t have the same meaning, though,” Mel exclaims.
“Is he for real?”
“Erick doesn’t mess around, nena. Also remember he had a permanent girlfriend for quite a while, I’m sure he bought her stuff.”
I hadn’t thought of that, but I’m still making sure he’ll be able to take my shit. Maybe a little PMS can scare the crap out of him.
I finish my business with Mel and head over to my mama’s place. Which turns into an inquisition regarding the wedding and babies. Between her and Erick, I’m sure I’ll go crazy soon.
“Oh, can you tell him one of the cameras he set up for me in my shop isn’t working. I’m not sure how to fix it,” Mama says.
“What cameras?”
“Mi bebe set up some cameras in my shop last week, you know, for protection. He insisted after he found out the cameras I had there were fake,” she explains.
She’s been calling Erick ‘Mi bebe’ meaning my baby for a while now. Seems Erick is determined to become part of the family as soon as possible.
“Esta bien!”
I give him all the bitchiness I can come up with once he gets home. I feel a little bad about it because it doesn’t look like he got much sleep last night since he worked passed midnight.
Still, white boy just chuckles and rushes me into the shower, something about getting all he can get before going on sabbatical.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Erick
“I think Lolita is testing me,” I tell Justin and Jason when they come over.
Jason is Justin’s cousin. Yeap. JJ, I did call them that for a while but it didn’t stick and since they are quite opposites, I let it drop.
“You guys are pussies. Too young for marriage and as far as I know, Justin here is still trying to get his wife pregnant. How is that working for you, cuz?”
“Damn woman is still holding out on me, but I think I’m breaking her down. Maybe if Erick gets his girl knocked up, Mel will follow,” Justin says hopefully, looking at me.
“No can do, bro. My Lolita wants a big fat Latin wedding first and I’m giving it to her.”
“Pussies!” Jason laughs.
“Your time will come, cuz. And when it does, I hope the woman gives you hell while I laugh my ass off,” Justin tells him.
We hang out for a while since it’s my day and night off. It’s good being around my boys since Lolita has truly been trying my patience. Damn woman thinks I can’t handle her bitchiness and demands. Since she’s done with her period, I’m gonna make her pay tonight. I have everything ready.
“Oh! I think I’m gonna swoon,” Lolita says, walking in, followed by Mel.
“Told you, nena. Jason is bootylicious,” Mel moans.
“The fuck!” Before anyone can say or do anything, Justin is off his feet and has Mel over his shoulder and out the door.
“I like your body; think I can see it fully?” Lolita tells Jason, biting her lips.
“Ah…” Jason exclaims, his face going up in flames.
“Show her your chest, bro. She likes those,” I deadpan.
“Wa, What?” he stutters.
“He does jiu jitsu or some crap like that, Lola. His thighs aren’t as big as mine but damn if they aren’t nice to look at. Plus, he has that baby boy face.”
I’m totally playing him and I know Lolita is just trying to set him up to be her next model. I’ve never been the jealous type and Lolita is one hundred percent loyal. Besides, after being with her for a month, I know her face well and there’s no real desire there but the artistic desire I’ve seen in her eyes.
“I think his profile will look nice. Especially if I can see that ass outline. You know, like the ass you see on Will Smith taking that shower on I Am Robot.”
“Jesus, are you guys for real? Fuck man! tell me you haven’t gone bi,” he pleads.
Lolita and I end up laughing really hard at his expense. The color drains from his face, poor guy is feeling like an object right now. Serves his ass right!
“I’m sorry. Hi, I’m Lolita. You must be the delicious Jason, Mel, told me about,” Lolita finally introduces herself.
“Is she for real?” he asks me instead.
“A-Yeap! This here is my Lolita. And yes, Mel likes your body, has been admiring it for a while, but don’t remind Justin or he’ll beat your ass down.”
“Fuck!”
“So… Will you show me?” Lolita asks.
“Show you?”
“Your chest. I want to see if I can work with it,” she chuckles.
“Come on, nena, stop busting his balls,” I laugh, before explaining to Jason who Lolita is and what she does as her profession.
Asshole agrees to pose for her and even shows off his biceps, chest and shoulders. Giving her a nice striptease. I’m gonna beat his ass to a pulp.
Alright, so I’m a little jealous.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Lolita
I’m so happy I found my next subject; I’m going to make a fortune out of him. Of course, Erick’s hot kisses and even hotter caresses keep me grounded to the here and now.
He deepens the kiss and pulls my arms above my head, pinning them down on the pillows hard with his, b
efore straddling my stomach. I moan at feeling his cock against my navel.
“You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you, nena?” he mumbles before going back to kissing me.
I feel the metal on my wrists but can’t fully perceive it since he’s sucking on my tongue and grinding his cock on my belly.
Letting go of my wrists, he moves down my body and I feel the base of his cock against my clit, while he starts to suck hard on my nipples, making me moan loudly.
“Erick, bebe, please!” I’m surprised I can speak and bring my hands down so I can push him lower except I can’t move them.
“Erick!” My lust is turning to anxiety, which apparently makes him chuckle before going back to sucking on my breasts.
He lavishes them with his tongue until I feel how wet he’s making them by the air-conditioner cold air hitting my nipples.
“You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you, nena?” he repeats and moves lower down my body.
Sitting on my right leg, he takes a hold of my left ankle and gives me a devilish smile. “Erick!” I warn but it doesn’t seem to register with him.
Stretching, the asshole secures my left ankle to a handcuff I didn’t even know was there before doing my right.
“Look at you. All spread out for my taking,” he says in wonder, his focus between my thighs.
His hand starts to caress my pussy softly. Using his knuckles, he caresses my folds and clit lightly. Too lightly to achieve anything but enough to get me wet and moaning.
“I’m gonna play with you for a little. But tonight, I’m saving all my juice for your womb,” he whispers.
Positioning himself between my thighs, he grabs my ass cheeks with his hands and lifts me up as much as he can to his mouth.
“Aí! Sí, sí, sí. Oh God!”
He tortures me for whatever injustice he believes I’ve committed and since I can’t think straight, I’m in total mystery.
“Bebe! Please, please, baby,” I plead after the fourth orgasm.
“I’m putting my cum inside this tight pussy. I’m gonna fill you up until it’s spilling out of you,” he warns before impaling himself in me, making me cry out both in ecstasy and lust, pure undiluted lust.
His hands go back to my wrists and he takes a hard hold of them, while he thrusts in and out of me harder than he’s ever done before.
I can hear the slapping of our bodies together and I want to raise my legs up so he can do deeper but they are pinned to the bedposts.
“You want me deeper, don’t you, nena?”
“Yes! Please!” I beg still trying to raise my legs.
“No. I want you like this, at my mercy.”
Letting go of my wrists, he takes a hard hold of my biceps and his thumbs dig and caress my armpits. Making me buckled. Jesus! I didn’t know that was an erogenous part of the body.
He lowers his body until his pelvis is grinding on me and I’m writhing and twisting underneath him, trying to escape the overwhelming orgasm hitting my body.
“Shh… Easy, nena. Easy,” I didn’t even know he had undone my wrists and I’m awkwardly laying on top of him since my ankles are still constricted. His hands are caressing my back softly, willing my heart back to normal.
“Shh… It’s alright, baby,” he soothes again and it’s now I realized I’m sobbing.
“Erick,” I sob.
“That was beautiful, nena.” Tilting my head up with his fingers on my chin, he kisses me tenderly. Getting my body more and more back to normal.
Lifting our bodies to a sitting position in a funny way, he undoes my ankles before laying us back sideways and kisses me again, softly and leisurely.
I’m not sure how long we stay like that, but eventually he lifts me up from the bed and takes me to the shower, where he washes my almost asleep body before making me drink some water and I finally fall asleep.
I feel my left thigh being lifted high over his waist. “Erick?” my sleep filled mind is muddled but I’m waking up slowly.
“I need to fill you up again,” he murmurs, kissing my neck softly.
He sinks into me in that position and uses one hand on my ass to hold me flush to him while he thrusts in and out.
“Hmm…” I moan deep, since it feels really good. The soreness in my pussy adding to the feeling.
He takes a good hold of my hair and pulls my head back until he’s able to suck on my breast and speeds his thrusts.
I start convulsing on his girth and I can feel every ridge of him. He’s completely silent and his dirty talk is nowhere to be found making our tryst more exotic.
I feel his seed this time and it triggers another orgasm on top of the one I’m still having; his roar adds to it even more and his hand on my ass holds me tighter to keep me still until he has fully filled me up.
“I love painting your womb, nena.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Erick
As promised, I take her throughout the night. Since next day is Monday and neither of us has to work, we stay in bed till almost two in the afternoon, until I get up and run her an Epsom salt bath to soothe what I know will be very sore muscles.
“Come on, nena. I got a nice chocolate muffin for you and a little bit of coffee to hold you over. Then I’m taking your to IHOP, for a big ass breakfast.”
By the time we’re sitting on a booth, she’s fully awake. There, we order a big breakfast meal. She’s quiet for most of it, blushing lightly from time to time.
“You are going to have to tell me eventually so might as well start, nena,” I encourage half way through our meal.
“Tell you what?”
“Whatever is going through that beautiful mind of yours.”
“That was, ah… I don’t know what that was,” she says shyly.
“That was all three, baby,” I chuckle.
“All three?”
“Yeap. That was us making love, us having sex and us fucking our brains out,” I laugh.
“Is it always like that? Was it always like that with you and ah… Dios mío!”
“With me and Joy? Is that what’s on your mind? Tell me how you are feeling, what you are feeling?” I encourage.
“John and I were very vanilla. I mean one-hundred percent, mission style vanilla. Right now, I’m not even sure if I ever came with him.”
“This might be completely a double standard but fuck if I’m glad to hear you say that!” I tell her.
“Is it?”
“Is it what?”
“A double standard?”
“Yeap. Joy and I experimented a lot, she was kind of kinky,” I chuckle.
“Did you do, ah… did you guys do everything, I mean, tried everything?”
“No. No we didn’t.”
She’s pensive after that and I wonder where her mind is. It doesn’t bother me to talk about Joy and it never will. But I should find out if it bothers her.
“Dolores—” I start but she cuts me off.
“Where there some things you didn’t want to try?”
“No. I’m game for anything and everything, except sharing. There were some things she didn’t want to try or even contemplate.”
“Oh!”
I’m sure she wants to know what they are and I’ll tell her because I believe that having an open communication line in an intimate relationship is important.
What we like and not like changes with time and we need to be able to change with them and not let our relationship suffer because of it.
“You want to know?” I finally ask.
“Know?”
“What I haven’t tried. What I’ve tried,” I tell her, adding, “You are an artist. Not just any artist but an artist who specializes in the human body. I’m sure there are things you thought of or wonder about it.”
“Alright. Since sharing is out of the question, I’m thinking you haven’t done a threesome. Since you just cuffed me to the bed so easily, I’m thinking you’ve done that,” she whispers, as if afraid others will hear her.
“Go on.”
“What about using toys? Doing it in public, the library or movie theater. In an elevator. In front of the mirror. Going in the backdoor. Dressing up, playing, you know, cops and robbers or king and subject, things like that.”
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