Just a Kiss

by Bonnie S. Mata

  “I wish I could flip you on your back, but I don’t want to hurt you on this wet rock.” His eyes roved over her possessively.

  “That’s okay, I’ve got this for now.” She arched her back, feeling sharp spikes of pleasure tearing through her when she hit the end of his shaft. She grabbed her breast, squeezed it, and moaned, feeling him snug inside her. “Holy shit, Pancho.”

  “And you amaze me.” He reached for her face, placing his hands on her jaw, and kissed her. He needed this. He needed her. “Ride me faster, Celina,” he growled out.

  Her face flushed instantly, hot, as her eyes flickered, ready to please. “Yes, papi.” She picked up the pace instantly.

  His nostrils flared, as her gorgeous breasts jiggled before his eyes. He leaned his head and played with her nipples, flicking, and licking them, while she continued to bounce up and down on his cock. He wanted to wrap his lips around one of her nipples, but he couldn’t concentrate, with the hard ride she was giving him. She was driving him out of his mind with arousal.

  She whimpered, as she felt the friction against her clit. She could feel the curve of his penis pushing up against her G-spot. She could feel her pussy tightening around him, trying to hold him inside her with her every upstroke.

  Her hands pressed against his shoulders, and then her fingers curled. “Oh, you feel so fucking good inside me, Pancho. Your dick is like a candy stick to my pussy, nice, hard and addicting.” Her hips twisted, rose and lowered. Nothing mattered but the pleasure, the sensation she was feeling inside her. She gloried in taking him to the hilt with a hard ride. She was sinking into a sensual storm, feeling the wild heat and hardness, penetrating her, stretching her, a burn that was both pleasure and pain.

  His hands moved up her back, down her arms, as she controlled the ride, driving his erection deeper, and harder inside her. The heat from her pussy was stimulating without a condom. She was killing him with pleasure and he was fighting his release.

  Her lashes lifted, her gaze locking with his, she moaned, and cried out when her vagina started convulsing. Her pussy clenched around his cock, clamping down hard, as she released her orgasm.

  When he felt her orgasm spill around him, he yelled out, “Ah hell, Celina, jump off me! I can’t hold back anymore, you’re killing me with sweetness.”

  She was breathless, weak, and enjoying the ending of her orgasm. She whispered, “But I don’t want to jump off,” she muttered.

  He gripped her bare bottom, and lifted her off him, in the middle of his violent spurts of semen that tore from the head of his cock. His semen continued to spill out onto his abdomen from his throbbing cock.

  She looked down at his penis, and observed his semen ooze out in amazement. She placed her finger in the warm semen, twirling her finger in the milky liquid, and then placed her finger in her mouth. She sucked her finger in a sensual way, removed it and licked her lips.

  He caught his breath, and growled. “Fuck, you make me crazy,” he said, as he watched her taste him. “Why didn’t you jump off me, like we said we’d do, when I told you?” He was breathing hard.

  She leaned in, and looked directly into his eyes. “Because I wanted to feel you come inside me at my very moment of my orgasm. You were driving me crazy too. I was delirious at the moment.”

  “Well, you do know that I did squirt a few times inside you?” A smile came over his face.

  She kissed his lips softly. “Yes, I did feel you, but I wanted more. I wanted all of you in that ecstatic moment.”

  “That was pretty dangerous, because you could get pregnant, and this can become addictive, you know that Celina?” He kissed her back. “Once you start something, it’s hard not to do it again.” His grin was pure wicked male.

  She watched his eyes flare up with wicked heat. “Tell me about it, papi.” She grabbed his hair and kissed him hard and wild.

  “I hate wearing condoms and I must confess this was my first time not wearing one.” He pecked at her lips, and then looked into her hazel eyes.

  She smiled and pecked him back.

  “I enjoyed every minute that I was inside of you, Celina. And I don’t think I’d ever want to wear one again after experiencing that wonderful feeling.” He then gave her a passionate kiss. “Thank you for this special moment, it meant more to me than you know.” He then nibbled her bottom lip.

  “You’re welcome!”

  Chapter 34

  Family secret

  They sat on the river bank, cooking the fish Pancho had caught over an open flame. He tended to the fish, slowly turning the stick over the small fire. Within no time, he had cooked four small fish, and peeled the skin off, handing her a fish on a stick.

  She took a deep breath, looked at the fish, and took a small bite.

  “So, how do you like it?” he asked, after taking a bite off his fish.

  She swallowed, “Well, considering what we have to work with, not bad. I mean, I wished it had been seasoned with Tony Chachere's seasoning, and… had a salad on the side, with lots of olives, and…”

  He cut her off, “Okay, I get it.” He shook his head and licked his fingers.

  She leaned on his shoulder, bouncing back and forth. “I'm just messing with you.” Celina took another bite of the fish, and asked him, “So tell me more about this secret place.”

  He took a deep breath, looking around. “Well, my great grandfather came here as a young boy during the Mexican revolution.”

  “Are you serious? How interesting.”

  “Actually, my great grandfather told me that they,” he turned to look at her as he spoke. “They referring to him, and his family, were saved by Emiliano Zapata.”

  “Man this is interesting, Emiliano Zapata! You mean to tell me that you actually met your great grandfather. I mean, you heard this story directly from him?” she asked, with great interest.

  He smiled and answered her, “Yes, he lived to be ninety nine.”

  “Pancho, you are so lucky! I only had the opportunity to meet my mom's mother.”

  “Seriously… how sad, Celina.”

  “So tell me more, I love family history.”

  He raised the corners of his mouth in approval. “He was a very young boy when his family lost their land to a rich sugarcane hacendado, who squeezed them out. They were forced to work as slaves at that plantation, until Zapata rode in and took the plantation by force. Zapata was his hero, and he begged his mother to let him ride with him out of appreciation, for freeing them, and getting their land back.”

  “Well, how old was your great grandfather?”

  “At that time he was seven.”

  Celina's mouth dropped open.

  He nodded. “I know, but then again. He was riding within their area, which was in the state of Morelos, and he would stop by to visit his mom often. Emiliano Zapata was a respected horse trainer. Actually, Emiliano's father sold horses for a living and was an expert in breeding and training horses before he died.” He leaned forward to get another piece of fish from a thick stick. “The trait was handed down to Emiliano and my great grandfather wanted to learn from Zapata directly. So he did. That would be my great grandfather’s job during the revolution, to watch and care for the horses, but he still was armed with a gun, and a bullet cartridge.”

  “What was that again? You mean that belt of bullets around their chest?”

  “Exactly! Anyway, when in pursuit by Diaz's soldiers, they would scatter in groups and go into hiding... and this place here, in the Sierra Madre Mountains Oriental, is where my great grandfather came during one of those times.” He pointed out to the water in front of them.

  “So Emiliano and Pancho Villa were together, weren't they?” she wrinkled her nose.

  Pancho shook his head. “No, actually Zapata and Villa met only once during the entire revolution. That was when Villa came from the northern part of Mexico to Mexico City in the late fall of 1914. Actually, Villa commanded the northern part of Mexico; the state of Chihuahua was all his, and Zapata was th
e commander of the south.”

  “Incredible,” she said, with a sigh.

  “He told me that on their banner, the Zapatistas had a picture of the Virgin of Guadalupe. You know, in that area where Zapata was from, is where the virgin appeared to Juan Diego.”

  “I’ve always wanted to go to the basilica, but unfortunately with all the drug violence, Valeria and I didn’t plan for any visits for Mexico.”

  “I’ve been there several times with my mother. The church is indeed a very beautiful place to visit. You know what is kinda strange?”

  She shook her head.

  “Even after so many visits, I still can’t get used to the locals when they talk. They speak and pray in Nahuatl.”

  “What did you say?”

  “N a h u a t l,” he drawled, the word. “Nahuatl, is a dialect and was the language of the Aztecs, which was also the language of the Mesoamerican people. Emiliano Zapata also spoke Nahuatl, like Juan Diego.”

  “Do you speak it?”

  He chuckled. “No, but I’d like to learn.”

  “This is so fascinating. I am impressed with your knowledge with the history of Mexico.”

  “Well, I owe it to the interesting stories that my great grandfather told us, and as I grew older, I took it upon myself to study it in more detail. When I had time, I would go to the library on base and do some reading.”

  He took the last bite of the fish he held in his hand.

  “So then your great grandfather told your grandfather about this place?”

  “Well, actually I must have been six years old when I first came here. I came with all of them, my dad, my grandfather, and with my great-grandfather. Mom has those pictures in the living room… it was a special day.”

  “Of course it was. I'd like to see those pictures someday.”

  He nodded his head, and kissed her cheek. “Yes, you will.”

  Chapter 35

  She’s not here

  Mexican Federal Police vehicles, with loud sirens, and flashing lights, surrounded the compound. Agents wearing bulletproof vests, moved in quick, armed with high power rifles.

  Xavier stormed in the rundown building, easily he kicked doors down, looking everywhere for Celina. He walked down the long hallway with the nude pictures of women on the wall, with other Mexican agents right behind him, eventually, leading to a dance room where several male customers were mingling with the working women. Agents fired shots in the air, and everyone was ordered to get down. Carmela remained standing, and Xavier approached her, showing her Celina's picture.

  “Have you seen this woman? Where is she?” He demanded in a loud voice.

  She nodded her head. Celina had been so nice to her. She was the nice girl, who had cut and trimmed her hair, and some of the others.

  “You've seen her?” He felt the blood go down to his heels.

  “Yes,” she said.

  He looked deep into her eyes, impatiently waiting to hear her response. “Where is she? Is she in one of these rooms?” His head rotated in every direction.

  “She's not here, señor.” She replied, in a calm voice.

  “What happened? Where did she go? Did they kill her? Who has her? Tell me now!” His heart raced, not knowing if she was in danger at this very moment. Each moment was precious in saving her life.

  “Two days ago someone came and got her.”

  He stood right in front of her face. “Who came and got her? Did they sell her? Did Rafael give the order? Please, be more specific.”

  “Some man came for her two days ago. There were explosions and shootings. Lots of men died when she was taken, and I don't know by whom.”

  “Where is this Rafael?” He shifted his weight, while looking at her.

  “El Patron is out looking for her too. He's very angry, mad with the man who took her. The boss man wanted her for his woman, so he wants her back.” She explained, in her best English.

  “What are you talking about?” He stepped back.

  “Yes, he wanted her to be his woman. And he's out looking for the man who took her, and I don't know what's going to happen señor.”

  “Thank you.” He turned on his boot heels, and started to walk out the room.

  Carmela screamed loud, “Señor!”

  Xavier turned the moment she screamed.

  Her eyes welled with tears. “Me and all of these ladies here are all prisoners. Most of us are American citizens. We too were kidnapped, and some of us have been here for years. Can you please help us to get out of here? And help us find our families. Can you please, please help us, señor?” Tears rolled down her cheeks.

  Xavier walked closer to her and said, “I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I didn't ask you if you needed help. I’m just very worried, and I need to find Celina. I need to find the girl in this picture.” He waved Celina's picture in the air.

  She nodded, and looked at the picture again, and said, “She's a very nice lady. Is she your woman?”

  He smiled. “No. She's not my woman.”

  She looked at him, and told him, “But you care for her.”

  He looked deep into her eyes, wondering how she would know, or could read that he did care for her.

  She told him, “The eyes. Your eyes, say how much you care for her. Your eyes speak for you. The eyes never lie.”

  He took a deep breath, and smiled at her.

  “I hope you find her, señor.”

  He replied, “I hope so too. I will ask Agent Tomas Sanchez to come and help you and these other ladies.” He turned to look at the women who stood against the wall, with hope in their eyes.

  “Thank you,” she extended, her hand to shake his.

  “You're welcome. Please make sure these women get dressed, and form a line. Agent Sanchez will take your information, so all of you ladies can get back to your families.

  “Thank you, señor.” She let out a deep sigh.

  Xavier started to walk out, when she yelled, “Please, tell Celina thank you. Thank you so much, because if she would not have been kidnapped… none of this would have happened, and we would still be here as slaves… and probably died here too. Tell her thank you so much, and I will never forget her.”

  He nodded and smiled. “I'll tell her.” He walked away.

  Chapter 36

  Massacre

  The beginning of a new day was upon them. The first light in the sky was peeking through the entrance of the crevice. Celina was resting her head on Pancho's chest, relaxing from the sensual moment they had just shared.

  Even though they weren’t at a fancy resort, sleeping on a soft mattress, eating gourmet meals, she felt as if she was in paradise with Pancho. They didn’t have much. Their days were simple, and filled with getting to know each other; that was the best part.

  Even though Pancho was a tough guy who had never had much of a relationship, he was very polite, ‘yes mi vida,’ ‘in just a minute, Celina,’ ‘here, let me do that,’ were some of his responses. He was also considerate of her. He had thought of bringing her tennis shoes and a mat she could sleep on. He always thought ahead in preparing fish, a rabbit, or a bird, never allowing her to go hungry. He had packed salt-and-pepper packets, so she could season her food.

  She took a deep breath, resting her eyes on her gorgeous man. Oh God, this guy is simply amazing. Aren’t I just the luckiest girl? Who would have thought, that under all that macho man, there could be the sweetest guy? He melts me away, bit by bit, when he makes love to me, taking his time. The way he holds me, gentle as can be, as if he could break me. She released a loud sigh.

  He smiled, tapping on her head with his finger, he asked. “What’s going through that head of yours?”

  She giggled. “Nothing, just enjoying the moment here with you.” She moved her foot over his leg a few times.

  He kissed the top of her head. “I'd like to stop by and visit with my godfather. I’m hoping he can lend me a truck.” He told her, stroking her hair.

  “Where are we going? I'm scared to leave,
Pancho.” She raised her head from his chest to look at him.

  “Oh, believe me Celina, I'd like to stay here awhile longer,” he said, sitting up. “I'm in paradise here with you, mi vida.” He leaned forward a few inches.

  Celina closed her eyes and waited for his kiss. After waiting for a few seconds, she opened her eyes to see him gazing at her.

  “If I kiss you this very moment, I know we won’t leave this crevice right now like I had planned,” he whispered.

  She moved her tongue over her lips then over her teeth very slowly. She then took a deep breath and lowered her eyelids and fluttered her lashes.

  “Oh hell, Celina, you temptress of a woman.” He grinned a sexy smile and moved to kiss her. Then, pausing for a second, he said, “You know you’ve got me wrapped around your little finger.” His right hand moved over her hair, holding her head in place. He then lowered his head to kiss her lips.

  Celina clasped his face and ran her fingers up and down his sideburns, savoring him with carnal desire.

  He pushed her on her back and pinned her with his heavy hips. He lowered his mouth over hers and kissed her hard, unleashing his tongue deep in her mouth. He then pushed his leg between hers and grinded it against her pussy.

  When he pulled away from the kiss winded, he asked her, “Do you know how much you turn me on?”

  Breathless she replied, “No.”

  “Well, you do. Since day one, when I first met you,” he muttered leaving a trail of kisses down her neck. “At the club, when you first kissed me. You left me like this.” He grabbed her hand, placed it over his erection and gazed down looking at her eyes. “Then when I saw you at Rafael’s and I kissed you on that bed, and then the first morning when we slept here.” He reached and moved a loose strand of hair from her face. “You do this all the time, woman.”