We Met In Argentina

by Alexis Gold

  Eventually, she pulled off her panties but was sure to bend over and pick up the kimono from the banister so he had a full view of her ass. She pulled it over her shoulders and tightened the belt around her waist.

  “So, you said something about a skylight?” she asked with a cocked eyebrow.

  At that, he leapt onto the bed like a kid on Christmas morning and waved for her to join him. She jumped on the fluffy comforters and crawled up next to him as he leaned back, looking up at the stars that shone directly down on them. Jenna stared up as well. The view was unbelievable.

  “Wow.”

  “Right?”

  “This is… otherworldly.”

  The splash of the Milky Way galaxy was as clear as could be. The entire sky was dusted with sparkling stars, like crushed diamonds against silky, dark blue ribbon. Jenna had seen some beautiful skies, but this one took the cake.

  Jenna reached her hand up, and Lance laughed as he returned the high five.

  “You nailed this one, for real.”

  He smiled and took her hand in his. “Thank you.”

  Jenna felt the warmth of the wine and the comfort of his company surround her. She twirled her fingers around his, feeling the growing warmth of her middle. She snuggled closer and began to kiss at his jaw line, her hand lifting and beginning to stroke his chest.

  “Mmmmm,” he replied at the feeling of her fingertips against his skin.

  She worked her kisses up to his earlobe. Her tongue delicately played with it, her teeth brushed it ever so gently, and her lips sucked on it until he moaned with increased pleasure. Her hand continued to stroke his chest, venturing further down to his abs and v line. He groaned as she did so. Her lips continued to explore his neck, the veins and stubble that were uniquely his, while his hand lifted up, reached inside her robe, and began to gently squeeze her breast. The pressure slid down when he ever so slightly pinched her nipples.

  “Ahhhhh.” She hissed at the sensation and looked at him with desire.

  They each quickly went for the other’s mouth, their lips and tongues more desperate now. She lifted her hand and ran it through his hair to the back of the head, felt that thick hair, and gave it an instinctual pull. He reached back and pressed her closer to him. She rolled on top of him and reveled in the feeling of his big, strong body beneath her. She took both hands and ran them down his pecs, then back up behind his neck and head, as she pressed her lips to his once again.

  His hands reached around and traced her shoulder blades, whispering down her spine until he reached the curve of her ass. He took it firmly in his grasp and pinched, the feeling so deep Jenna bucked at it, making her grow even more wet. He kissed her fiercely now, his body beginning to rock with desire and his dick growing hard under his pants. Jenna reached down and clawed at his belt; her finger snared and pulled until the thing was discarded, and then she ripped the dress pants down along with his briefs and revealed his throbbing shaft.

  She lowered herself down to his groin and began to tease him with kisses all along his member. She paused at the head to lick it and take him in just a bit. The little flicks of her tongue and brush of her lips were driving him crazy. His eyes were wild and his teeth bared as he watched the raw possession of her mouth on his cock.

  She looked up at him and held his eyes as she took him in her mouth, then slowly lowered herself down all the way to his base. He groaned loudly in pleasure, and his hips bucked under her. She loved being able to make him feel this way. As she watched him squirm with delight, she felt her clit swell and throb for him to pleasure her, for her to feel him deep inside her again.

  Lance lowered himself and she released him, her tongue still playing with the tip. But he reached down, scooped her up, and flipped her on her back in one smooth motion. He buried his face in her breasts and made her giggle with sexual ecstasy. He quickly kissed his way up and down her, his tongue exploring her nipples and the curve of her waist, before he nipped gently at the rise of her hips and licked at the fall of her groin. He made his way to her clit, used his tongue to feel for the little hidden gem, and began to twirl around it with tedious detail.

  She leaned her head back and moaned in pleasure. Her fingers pulled at his hair once again, the reaction of a hiss and strong exhalation accompanied with the pull on his scalp. He didn’t seem to mind though.

  She felt the pressure begin to build against her clit, his tongue building the feeling with every swipe.

  He looked up at her, and she bit her lip as she stared back down.

  “Harder,” she whispered.

  He quickly obliged and pressed his tongue harder against her, the sensation now so strong it made her jolt in pleasure, and her hips began to move in slow thrusts. She rocked back and forth. The momentum built, but he kept pace with her and didn’t release her hips. His fingers dug into her flesh as he pulled her closer, the desire to make her orgasm as strong as his own to release himself inside of her.

  She grabbed his face and pulled him up. “I need you.”

  He grunted in agreement and pushed himself over her, but paused with a smile.

  “I like it best when you’re on top.”

  She smirked. “Me too.”

  As they switched places, he smacked her ass then grinned up at her as she climbed on his cock. The overwhelming relief of feeling the other so intimately made them recognize the pressure of their impending release. She began to rock, her motion slow at first as she searched for the perfect spot that he hit just right. When she felt him press against it, she smiled and began to fuck him harder. He watched her face twist in pleasure. She breathed heavily as the feeling built. The base of his cock was pressed tightly against her clit, and the dual sensation was driving her crazy.

  She felt it there, that edge of the rollercoaster she loved to ride so much. She looked down at him with a smile and gave a hard thrust down. The explosion was sudden, and she screamed in delight. The unexpected orgasm made her rock harder and harder, each wave more wonderful and full of frenzied bliss then the last. She screamed and laughed as the orgasm grew stronger, the feeling so strong she had to close her eyes as every fiber in her being felt pure, absolute sexual euphoria.

  She collapsed on his chest, panting heavily. Her body was exhausted from the burst of almost supernatural energy. She looked up at him, her pupils dilated in pleasure, her lids heavy. The consumption of all her energy had been spent on the orgasm.

  “Your turn.” She sighed with a warm smile.

  He nodded and flipped her around again. This time he held himself over her, slipped inside of her, and growled as he felt her warmth against his cock. He throbbed for her. Every thrust felt so fucking good and as he watched her, their eyes not looking away from each other, he felt himself tighten in anticipation. He quickened his pace. He feasted on the sight of her bouncing breasts and grew even harder at the sound of her moans.

  With a sudden tightening of his member, he yelled in utter rapture as he felt himself explode. He flinched as he felt wave after wave of his own orgasmic mirth. His movements slowed until he felt himself give a final twitch, then he rolled over in the bed next to her, smiled, and kissed her on the forehead.

  The two were silent for a moment as they stared at the stars in a blissful daze. The night sky seemed to have grown more dazzling, and Jenna couldn’t believe what her life had become over the past couple of weeks. She reached over and grabbed his hand, her eyes not moving from the galaxy above.

  “That was great.”

  “Mhmm.”

  “Again?”

  He chuckled and squeezed her shoulder.

  “Maybe in five.”

  She smiled. “Fine, but what about dessert?”

  He laughed louder at that. “A girl after my own heart.”

  She sat up. “So you do have something?”

  He looked up innocently. “Maybe.”

  She poked his abs. “Come on, you have to share!”

  He playfully batted her hand away. “Fine, fine. I ha
ve ice cream. Would you like to join me for some?”

  She nodded enthusiastically and they hopped out of bed.

  “Give me a minute. I’ll meet you down there.”

  Jenna headed into the bathroom and hit the light. The skylight continued overhead, and she saw the moon look down at her. She got herself cleaned up and took a look in the mirror. Her makeup was a bit smudged and her hair was a mess from the sex, but she smiled at the woman staring back. She couldn’t have been happier in that moment and proceeded to skip her way down the spiral staircase.

  Lance stood by the freezer as he scooped chocolate ice cream into two small bowls. He grabbed a can of whipped cream and topped the bowls, then reached into a jar with a spoon and added a splash of sprinkles.

  “Ohhh, sprinkles. Very fancy.”

  “The fanciest,” he replied as he slid the ice cream over.

  Jenna took a mouthful and moaned. “Mmmm, nothing beats some chocolate ice cream after sex.”

  He chuckled. “Agreed.”

  They ate in silence and smiled at each other as they slurped up the last of the creamy, sweet treat. When they had finished, Lance reached out, and Jenna handed him her bowl. He rinsed them and placed them in the dishwasher, then filled a glass with water and handed it to her.

  She let out a big yawn. “Time for bed?”

  He looked at the clock that read past two in the morning and nodded.

  “I’d say. I’m pretty beat myself.”

  She came up to his chest and leaned into him, her eyes looking up at his as she wrapped her arms around him.

  “Pretty beat, huh?”

  “Mhmmm.”

  “What do you say we go back up to that bed, get all cuddled up, and not set an alarm?

  His brow rose in shock. “No alarm, you say?”

  She nodded. “Oh yeah, the very best way to enjoy a Sunday morning.”

  “I would have to agree.”

  She reached up and kissed him, then pulled back and grabbed his hand as she headed back up toward the bedroom. The spiral stairs seemed so tall and the bedroom so far away, she paused and looked back at him.

  “Carry me?”

  She’d meant it as a joke, but in a quick scoop he had her off her feet and was hauling her up the steps.

  She laughed. “Lance! I was kidding!”

  “Nope. Ask and you shall receive.”

  He carried her up the last step, laid her on the bed again, and hopped in beside her. He crawled under the covers and she joined him, lying on her side. He spooned her like a puzzle piece, and their curves came together perfectly. He wrapped his big arms around her and pulled her closer, while her hand held onto his wrists. They both smiled then drifted into a deep sleep beneath the pale moonlight.

  *

  Jenna awoke the next morning to sunlight pouring in through the skylight and Lance’s arms still wrapping around her in a snug cuddle. She tried to look around but was confined as he held her down and snored behind her ear. Reaching around, she gave him a squeeze.

  “Rise and shine, sleepy head,” she whispered, and he stirred ever so slightly.

  “Few more minutes,” he said groggily.

  Jenna chuckled and pushed his arm aside. She went to the bathroom, removed her robe, turned on the hot water, and stepped into the shower. The water ran down her face, chest, arms and legs, wrapping around her skin like a liquid blanket. Steam filled the room, and she felt herself smile at the essence of this place. It was so much like Lance, so full of his character and mannerisms.

  She finished rinsing off and grabbed a green, plush towel from the stack. After drying herself off and grabbing her kimono, she tied it tightly around her waist and searched behind the mirror for an extra toothbrush and toothpaste.

  “Ah-ha!” she exclaimed as she pulled out a fresh pack, took a pink one for herself, and applied the toothpaste. She brushed her teeth, tasting the mint on her tongue as she spit the foamy remains into the sink.

  She heard Lance stir in the other room, looked out, and found he was sitting up and staring at the skylight.

  “So, does it always have that, or can you close it?” Jenna asked curiously as the sunlight had grown brighter and warmer.

  In answer to her question, he pointed a small remote up to it and a black shade slowly slid over, dimming the room and cooling it immediately.

  “Ahhh, nice feature.”

  Lance nodded as he stood up and stretched. A yawn overcame him, and he shook his head in an effort to chase the grogginess away.

  “Would you mind making coffee while I hop in the shower?”

  Jenna shook her head. “Don’t mind one bit. I’ll see you down there.”

  Lance headed toward the bathroom, and Jenna moved toward the kitchen. He closed the door behind him and looked at himself in the mirror. His bruises had shrunk and his wounds had healed. He looked at the man before him and smiled. Jenna, she was different. He had felt it from the start, but last night as she lay in his arms, he knew it; he knew he loved her.

  Jenna made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen. She spent a few minutes searching through tall cabinets, even having to stand on a stool—as the house was made for incredibly tall people—and digging past a lot of baking ingredients, only to sigh with defeat when she looked across the counter and saw the coffee beans propped up by themselves, waiting for her.

  “Of course it would be there, of course,” she mumbled to herself.

  She ground the beans and poured them into the French press, then filled the bright red stainless steel kettle and put it on the gas stove where the flame glowed and licked at the bottom. While she waited for it to boil, she sat down at the kitchen table and looked out the window for the first time that day.

  “Damn.”

  It was perfect. The sunshine danced on the deep blue lake, and the flowers and landscaping made it appear to be a paradise. The hills that rose around them gave the image of being perfectly nestled in a bed of green and blue. Wild birds flew here and there—red cardinals, big blue jays, and bright yellow finches chirped loudly.

  Jenna watched, and her thoughts turned to Lance. Her heart fluttered, and she thought of last night. She felt her breath catch as she realized: he was the one. He was it; that was just that. She knew it deep within herself that she loved him.

  The whistle of the kettle interrupted her thoughts, and she swiveled around to pull it off the burner. The steam puffed out quickly, and she looked up to see Lance, freshly showered and in his own robe, as he made his way down the stairs. He smiled at her, those bright eyes glistening and the curve of his mouth beckoning her to kiss him. She smiled back as she poured the hot water in the press and let it steep.

  “Jenna, I need to tell you something.”

  She looked at him with concern but he smiled back. “No, it’s a good thing.”

  “Oh, what’s that?”

  Lance stepped up to Jenna and looked down at her with that all too familiar smirk. He wrapped his big arms around her again and leaned down to kiss her. He held it there for an extra moment, and she felt the electricity all the way to her toes.

  “Jenna… I love you.”

  She looked up at him with shining eyes and laughed. Her smile grew bigger, and she reached up and held him tight. He buried his face in her hair and rubbed her softly. She squeezed his neck and pulled back to look in his eyes. She reached in for another kiss and sensed the passion tingle within both of them. She pulled back to look at him once again.

  “I love you too, Lance.”

  They both just stood there for a moment, lost within the other as they felt a chapter in their lives both close and open. Jenna knew from then on things would be different, and Lance knew his life was about to become more fulfilling than he ever thought possible.

  She held his hand and squeezed it. While they had much ahead, they had a unique history that had formed a bond closer than anything either ever thought possible. While they had only known each other for a short while, to them it felt like et
ernity, with an eternity to go.

  “Coffee?” Jenna offered playfully.

  He smirked back, “Please.”

  She poured the hot black beverage into two cups and they each took one. The deep aroma filled their nostrils and the steam rolled off in inviting waves. She held her mug up, and he held his up with her. He gave her a quizzical look, but she cocked a brow at him and grinned. He reached his arm around and pulled her close, a laugh escaping his lips. He realized that he had felt more alive in these recent weeks than ever before. He kissed her gently on the forehead and pressed his cheek to hers as their glasses clinked.