“Yes, we do,” she responded, taking another long sip of her beer. Oh my God, what am I doing? Are we going to do it now? Or is he just talking to me? I'm so nervous, I can't remember anymore which underwear I put on. It was a toss-up between the black ones with red lace and the leopard print ones with black lace.
“You know, I really don’t know if the world is going to come to an end, on the twenty-first of December, or what is going to happen. What do you think? You really believe it?” He asked, with much curiosity.
“I’m not really sure, but I don’t want to take any chances, so I’d like to do as much as I can, before that date does arrive.” She took a deep breath. “I think… again, I’m not sure, but I believe that it will be the beginning of the end.” She was starting to feel wetness under her armpits. “All I do know is that scientifically, the planets are going to be realigning themselves. And maybe that's what they,” she lifted two fingers in the air, referring to quoting, “you know, the history people, are referring to.”
They got to the barn and walked around the horse stables, slowing their pace down. “Well, I’m not sure if Valeria told you… that she talked to me earlier today about helping you out with one of your wishes?” A big grin came over his face, one that could stop traffic.
Celina thought she was going to start to hyperventilate. She lifted her hand up and shook her head. “You know, I’m so embarrassed, Xavier. Please excuse me. I don’t think I knew what I was thinking.” She turned quickly on her boot heel.
“Hey, just a minute.” He grabbed her arm and said, “Don’t worry,” he chuckled. “I’m okay with your wish. We all have wishes. Actually, I was flattered that you’d pick me,” he said, leaning into her, trying to get her attention with his piercing stare.
He was so close. She could smell his masculine scent mixed in with his cologne. Celina’s face completely flushed, and she had a hard time bringing her face to see his.
“Did you have a particular place?” The end of his mouth lifted to one side, with a sexy look.
Oh God, I think I'm going to pass out! But I still want to jump his bones… or should I say his bull dick. She cleared her throat, glancing down at his fitted jeans that molded into his thighs. “No,” she said faintly. I think I can see it bulging through his jeans. Is it pulsing or am I seeing things. Oh shit, it must be a whopper like they said.
“What do you think of doing it in the barn?” His gaze narrowed glancing toward a small room in the barn.
“Are you serious? Today…with all of these people here at the party?” Her mouth hung agape.
“They are way over there, and we are way over here.” He moved his hand motioning the distance. “I was thinking of doing it in the saddle room. What do you think?” A breeze blew, blowing the fabric to his western shirt open, exposing a wee bit of his chest.
Ay papi. She fought herself from staring.
“Or we could go back to your place. It's your call.” He inclined his head in agreement.
Celina bit her bottom lip. She stood for a few seconds, weighing her thoughts, since she had never had casual sex before. The fact that she had just seen his wife and daughter gave her second thoughts.
“You know, I’m thinking I’m doing something so wrong here.” She moved her head to one side, bringing her long hair to one side, fighting the breeze that was blowing her hair into her face.
“I don’t understand?” A somber gaze came over his face. He was already conjuring what he wanted to do with her in the barn. Come on, Celina, don't change your mind. I've always had a thing for you and you never saw it.
“I’m sorry Xavier, I don’t know what I was thinking… you’re married and I’m asking you to break your vows. I should leave,” she said, starting to walk away.
“Wait… what? Hold on a minute.” He quickly grabbed her hand and yanked her in towards him, inches away from his lips. “Don’t worry about me. Besides, my wife doesn’t care about me. Yes, I’ve never cheated on her, so this would be the first. But things are not going how they’re supposed to, between a man and a woman. You know, like a married couple.” He released a sigh. “It's been that way for the last nine months. Anyway, it’s a long story.” He cleared his throat. “Do you want to take a look at the saddle room?” He tilted his head, his gaze flashing deeply into hers as he pulled on her hand.
So the suspicions that she and Valeria had about him and his wife were correct. She couldn't resist his stare any longer, his eyes burning into hers. It was obvious that he wanted her, as much as she wanted him. She melted down and nodded. “I’ll follow you,” her reply was a soft one.
“It’s just right over here.” He held on to her hand tightly, with no intention of releasing it.
They walked a short way, into a room filled with nothing but saddles, and a few bales of hay. He shut the door behind them, locked it, and said, “Nobody will see us here.”
“I can’t believe we’re doing this. Or should I say that I’m doing this.” She stood still.
“I can,” he said, walking to her with a smile. “Celina, can I kiss you? I mean, it might help break the awkwardness between us.” He took her hand in his, and squeezed it, waiting for her reply.
She stood motionless. Her stomach fluttered when she looked into his eyes, and muttered, “Okay.”
He released her hand, took off his cowboy hat, and put it on a saddle horn. Xavier set his beer down, then took her beer and set it down too. Wasting no time, he walked back to her, looked at her, and lowered his head to kiss her gently. He pulled back a few inches from her face, smiled, and asked, “Are you okay?”
She bit down on her lip, as a morsel of panic stirred. She hadn't been with a man since the ordeal with Homer.
Xavier placed two fingers over her trembling lips and then placed her hand on his chest. He leaned into her and kissed her lips softly.
She pulled back just a bit, and said, “Yes, I’m okay.”
He grinned, “Damn, you taste good.”
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up against him, as his mouth slanted over hers. The kiss was soft, until her mouth opened under his, allowing his tongue to sweep inside hers.
She slid her arms around his neck, and her fingers tugged on his hair. He overwhelmed her, and it was wonderful. He repeatedly kissed her, hot, wet and openmouthed, with kisses that made her want much, much more.
He pulled back to see her face. He smiled and bent over to nibble on her bottom lip. Needing to see her eyes, he tilted her chin up with his thumb, looked deep into her eyes, and asked her, “Do you want to stay or leave?”
Celina felt dazed. She enjoyed kissing and missed those types of kisses. It felt so good, and she was in need of more of those kisses. She felt safe in his arms, not only because of the badge and gun he carried at his side, but because of his strong arms around her.
She smiled big and said in a raspy voice, “I'm staying.”
His mouth spread in a sexy grin, and his eyes twinkled with humor. He kissed her cheek tenderly and said, “Just a minute, Cel.”
What now? Don’t stop kissing me. She giggled, “What now?” She watched him walk around the saddle room with enthusiasm.
“I’m going to make us a cowboy bed,” he said, winking at her. He took several saddle blankets down and placed them on the bales of hay. He motioned her to join him.
She could feel her pulse racing, feeling nervous again.
“Just relax, Celina,” he said, moving his hand along her long hair, moving in to kiss her. His strong hands caressed her back, and then moved his hand lower to firmly grasp her hips. They kissed for a long time, with kiss after kiss, maybe for a minute, maybe five. He then whispered between kisses, “Yes, I had suggested a kiss to help break the ice between us, but actually I had wanted to taste your luscious lips. I couldn't wait to feel your tongue against mine, and to taste you.” His breath was warm on her cheek. Soon after, he asked her, “Can I touch you?” His voice was low in his throat.
She could feel
the warmth of him through the material of his shirt, as he pressed on her. She smiled, removed her black rhinestone belt, and then slowly moved her fingers over her buttons, to the denim blue jean dress she wore. She unbuttoned them—soon exposing her leopard push-up bar.
“You’re so beautiful, Celina, you always have been. You haven't changed, you've only gotten better.” He then lowered his head, and began to kiss her breasts very slowly.
She placed her hands on his head, massaging his scalp, messing with his hair. It had been a long time since she’d been with a man in a very tender but loving way.
He lifted his head from her tender breasts, and kissed her again with a scorching kiss with no reservations.
Xavier tugged on her panties, trying hard to take them off, when Celina’s hand came over his. She removed her matching panties and her dress. She was relaxed now, and the effect of the beers she had, had helped her.
“You are fruit rotting on the vine, Celina,” his eyes raked over her nude body.
“What did you say?” she blushed. “I don't understand you.”
He placed the back of his hand on her chest and slowly outlined her full breasts. He looked at her, and said, “Your body is ripe; it's simply gorgeous, and yet you keep it hidden and share it with no one.”
“As you know, it's been hard for me to trust anyone, and I don't know if I ever will.”
“Well, you're safe with me.” He pulled a lock of hair away from her shoulder. “You should know by now that I’d do anything to protect you.”
She nodded in agreement. “I do feel safe with you. But you're not mine to have and keep.”
He leaned in, bit her bottom lip and pulled on it. “We can change that in a New York minute. Just say the word, and I will file that paperwork for a divorce...”
Celina cut him off, placing her finger over his lips. “Shh, let's not talk right now. It's ruining the moment.” She leaned back on the saddle blanket, inviting him to join her with her glance.
Anticipation set his blood afire and had his penis thickening. Wasting no time, he lay next to her, with his hand slowly moving up between her legs, stopping to stroke her small patch of pubic hair. His hand went over her pussy back and forth, eventually raising his middle finger between her folds, separating them. She opened her legs wider for him. He moved his middle finger between her tight opening, hitting her clitoris every time he moved his long finger forward.
“You're wet,” he whispered.
“Yes, I know. You've got me this way.”
“Just enjoy it.” He kissed her navel, and his dick grew harder. “At this moment I want to go where my finger is.”
“You're teasing me, aren't you?” Her voice was weak, but her body filled with excitement. She arched her back waiting for the moment of penetration. She was eager for him to enter her and fulfill her wish. She felt the hard bulge behind the zipper of his jeans, so she pulled on his belt buckle. He quickly stood up and undressed, exposing his erect penis to her.
She sat up, with messed up hair, and exposed breasts, to look at his male organ. She wanted to see for herself, if the legend of El Toro was true. Ay caramba! Is that dick for real?
He walked to her so she could touch him. He observed her expressions. “I’m hoping I can please,” he muttered.
“Oh my Lord, Xavier… it is big, just like I heard it was.” She placed her soft hand over his shaft, and squeezed him with eagerness, then placed her other hand on his penis head, and squeezed it gently.
He released a low moan, and threw his head back. “God, it's been too long,” he barely whispered.
“What was that?”
Realizing that he had spoken what he was thinking he said, “Your touch feels like velvet on my dick.”
Celina smiled at him then got carried away with excitement. She stroked his beautiful penis relentlessly, causing him to pull away from her.
“It is all yours for the taking, but if you keep that up, I think you’ll make me come.”
She licked her lips at him and lay back down.
“Ready?” He pulled a condom from his wallet.
Ready? Of course I'm ready! I've been ready for you baby, since I heard your nickname. Oh my God, look at the size of that thing! Jesus! Is it going to fit inside me? Is it really possible? Hallelujah, glory be, my wish is coming true! Come to mama, because my pussy is watering and aching for you. Get in here now, big daddy. Her breathing was hard and quick.
He held a small foil pack in his hands. Celina watched with much fascination, as he rolled the thin piece of rubber over his erect dick.
She picked up the opened package and read Trojan Magnum XL, the widest condom on the market. A big smile came over her.
He joined her and slowly lay on top of her. He kissed her softly buying some time, because nervousness came over him. It had been a long time since he'd had sex, and even longer, years, since he had full penetration.
He whispered in her ear, “I’m going to take it slow, because I’m worried that I might hurt you.”
“Okay,” she whispered back with a smile. “I'm ready for you Xavier. I'm ready as I'll ever be.” She looked deep into his eyes. “I hope I can take all of you. I mean, every inch of you inside of me.”
Emotion swelled in his chest. He took a deep breath, upon hearing those words. It was as if Celina had thrown gasoline into a burning fire.
He positioned the head of his cock against the slick folds of her sex, and made his first thrust. He closed his eyes and released a soft moan. “This feels so good,” he mouthed the words with no voice.
She tightened her hold on him and arched her back.
He looked at her and said, “My wife has only taken all of me, only once.”
Her body stiffened. “What? Are you serious? You’re joking aren’t you?”
“No, I’m not. After that, she made me wear a donut to make me stop at a certain length. Well, actually three donuts. These past years I have only been allowed half way.”
She looked into his eyes and said, “Well, I hope I don't disappoint you. So don't keep me waiting.” She pulled him towards her, so she could kiss him.
Celina had only been with two other guys, who were not even close to half of Xavier’s penis size.
He continued to thrust slowly, making his way inside her. He was only a fourth of the way.
She moaned softly and said, “I can feel you, Xavier.”
“And how does it feel?”
She opened her eyes and said, “So far, you feel amazing. I can feel your thickness spreading my pussy, but in a good way.”
He licked her neck, then ear and whispered, “I'm just scared to hurt you. And I don't want to hurt you.”
She whispered back, “You won't. You're doing just fine. My body and my pussy want you. I'm hungry for you, so I know we're going to be just fine.”
Words of encouragement, and music to his ears, he gave her a firm thrust. He was burning alive for her and released another moan.
“Yes, you see. Please don't tease me anymore. Xavier, please fuck me… now.”
Breathless and hot, her voice washed over him. She opened her legs and threw them up. She was losing herself in the moment and her acrylic nails dug into his back as she could feel him pressing into her.
He could feel his ears and body on fire, and there was no more pleasure on earth than feeling her hot, sensitive flesh enveloping all of his engorged cock. But he knew what he was doing, and continued slowly, with easy strokes, pulling in and out of her pussy, only with the distance that he had already gone.
“Damn you Xavier,” she cursed him, as she tugged at his thigh, trying to force him deeper. The sound of her voice was thick, and growling of demand, that had him grinning with pure pleasure.
He stopped. Buried halfway inside her, his cock head throbbing, dying for some more and asked, “You want some more of me?” He then leaned forward and laid a row of kisses between her shoulder blades.
She moved her hands over his buttocks and squee
zed them, digging her nails in them. He was giving her gentleness and warmth and what she wanted was hunger and lust for his cock. “Yes! So why are you torturing me?”
His hips shifted and he drove a few inches inside her, quick and hard, gritting his teeth. “Like this?” he gasped.
She arched her back and a hungry little moan escaped, begging him for more. “I know you are holding out. Let's do this now, please.”
“Celina are you really ready for me? I'm going to come in you all the way, honey. I'm going to take you hard. I'm going to take you so hard and deep you'll think you're dying. So tell me now. Yes or no.”
She put her hand on his head, grabbed his hair, and yanked it, bringing his lips to hers. She kissed him hard, and saw stars explode behind her closed eyes. “Can't you see I'm burning for you?”
A grin came over his face. “Hell yeah. Burn for me, Celina. Burn for me wild, wet and sweet.” His voice was rough and tight with arousal.
He pushed in deep, spreading her pussy where no man had ever traveled. There was no donut to keep him from hitting her hilt. He snarled at the pleasure that his dick was enduring. “Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good. Your pussy is tight, hot and wet, like it should be.” He threw his head back and entered with all his might, finally hitting her hilt with the end of his shaft.
Her heart was racing, and she held back her cry with the last thrust, as she arched her back. He was certainly the biggest that she had ever had and could feel him very snug inside of her, so snug that not another inch could fit.
Sweat trickled along his temple. “You feel so tight and hot around me. I like the way you feel.” He winked at her, sliding his cock out. He then began to thrust inside her, clenching his teeth to fight his release. He whispered, “I don't know how much longer I can hold out. This pleasure is too intense, pleasure that I have been denied for too long.”
“It is starting to feel so good Xavier,” she whispered to him.
“You like it?” he asked, with much enthusiasm.
“Oh yes, but I don't like it… I love it,” she said pulling on her nipples looking into his eyes. “It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Mary, mother of Jesus, yes, yes.” She was close to her orgasm. Her pussy was clenching around his shaft. “Please, faster. Do me faster.”
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