Just a Kiss

by Bonnie S. Mata

  She smiled at him and squeezed his penis gently. “I hope you never get tired of me.”

  He shook his head, with blazing eyes. “Oh Celina, I don’t think that is possible my love. You’re the one that my soul has been searching for.”

  “Ay, Corazon.” She gave him a warm, tender smile and kissed his chest softly and slowly. She pushed him with her hands, and Pancho then lay on his back. He tensed momentarily when she first kissed his abdomen and then he flexed his muscles when she slowly moved down south on him.

  “You’re beautiful, Pancho.” She laid a warm trail of kisses down to his pubic hair and blew warm air. His body tensed again, and he groaned through clenched teeth when her lips brushed against his penis. She blew warm air up and down his enlarged penis, and then slowly moved over his testicles.

  “Oh, good God, Celina.” His voice disappeared into a whisper as he fisted his hands gently in her hair.

  She then placed her wet, warm tongue on his testicles and licked them nice and slow, over and over. Gently she took one in her mouth and slowly sucked on the soft mass.

  “Mind blowing.” He moaned.

  She paused to swirl her tongue around and around until she released the soft mass, she then took his other testicle and did the same, but for awhile longer. And when she freed it, she moved her mouth lower, right underneath his testicles. She flicked her wet, warm tongue on his scrotum, licking it from bottom to top and then softly nibbled over it.

  “Ahh.” His breath hissed through clenched teeth.

  She smiled to herself knowing that she had pleased him, and then ran her warm, wet tongue upwards along his shaft. When she reached his penis head, she took him in her mouth and sucked hard.

  “Mmm,” she groaned.

  She pushed his penis deeper and deeper into her mouth, squeezing her mouth as tight as she could and as far as she could take him into her throat. She allowed the saliva to collect in her mouth and continued moving her mouth up and down. She sucked hard and swirled her tongue around his penis head.

  He curled his toes. “Jesus, this is intense, Celina.” He tenderly moved his fingers through her hair, completely lost in the moment.

  Celina groaned deep in her throat upon hearing his approval and continued with her motions until he sat up.

  “Please, that’s enough Celina, or you’re going to make me come. I need to possess you right now.”

  She released him and laid on her back. She gave him a warm, welcoming smile knowing that he needed her.

  “Oh Celina,” he cried out. He pushed her legs apart with his strong arms and hovered over her. “Dear God, look at this beautiful woman that is before me. Celina, you are incredibly gorgeous in every way.” He kept his eyes on her and sunk his penis into her slowly.

  Celina closed her eyes but quickly opened them when Pancho said, “Please keep your eyes open. I want to know that I’m not in a fantasy, I want to know that I’m with you.”

  She opened them to have him staring back at her.

  “I want to see you. Don’t hide from me.” They gazed at each other as Pancho began to move in and out of her with steady strokes. Steady strokes turned into quick thrusts within seconds.

  She arched her back but still managed to keep her eyes with his. She released a groan, and her eyes fluttered. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, “your dick is just so filling.” She kept her eyes open and maintained eye contact with him as she released another moan. Oh my gosh, his stare is so exhilarating. I really think he is so into me.

  He bit his bottom lip. “Man, Celina you are so fucking sexy.” He picked up the rhythm, slamming against her, burying his penis inside her with blinding, furious strokes.

  “Oh Pancho, harder.” She begged for more then closed her eyes.

  “Open them!”

  She opened her eyes and then opened her mouth. “Ah.” She wailed, shuddering with ecstasy as friction built inside her pussy.

  His deep, dark brown eyes were staring at her in her most intimate moment. “That’s right, baby. Take all of me.”

  She arched her back and threw her arms back as her contractions from her orgasm were shuddering through her pussy. It never took her long to climax when they made love because his penis always hit her G-Spot with his gifted curvature. It was the most amazing feeling, so she thought.

  “Ah hell, Celina! I feel your pussy squeezing my dick--I can’t hold out anymore, my love.” He pulled out and released violent spurts of semen on her abdomen. The creamy, warm liquid kept oozing out from his penis head. His knees weakened, and then he collapsed over her. “So beautiful,” he murmured and then he kissed her shoulder blade softly. Resting his face on her chest he said, “I don't want to leave, but I know that we can't stay here forever, Celina. I need to get you to safety, hopefully to the American Consulate. Then I will have to face off with my cousin. That’s the only way to come out of this alive, since I am now a marked man.”

  She kissed his head and wrapped her arms tightly around him, clinging tight. “I don’t want to lose you, my love.”

  His arm tightened around her and his expression softened. “Don't worry, Celina. I will do everything in my power to protect you. There is an American Consulate in Monterrey, which is a few hours away from my godfather’s ranch. We will go there.”

  She looked at him with a fearful look, tears welling in her eyes.

  “Come on Celina, let's get dressed.” He kissed her forehead, proceeding to standup. He extended his hand, to help her to her feet. He then took his t-shirt and wiped her stomach of his semen.

  She gave him a warm smile and then kissed his nose.

  He slipped his pants on, and as soon as Celina put her white halter dress on he then picked her up and scooped her over his shoulder and she squealed.

  “What are you doing?” She giggled. “Please put me down.”

  “We’re going down to the waterfall one last time, to get cleaned up from all this lovemaking. I don’t want you to get sick on me.” He gently spanked her behind.

  He shocked her. “What?”

  “Yes my darling, I know that women can get sick with urinary infections and yeast infections due to poor hygiene after sex, and I don’t want to be the cause of that.”

  She giggled with such happiness.

  “I may have not been sexually active, Celina, but I am aware of how a women’s body functions.” He carried her out of the crevice with ease, all the way down to the waterfall.

  They got dressed and gathered their belongings. Getting ready to leave the cave, Pancho hoisted his backpack onto one shoulder and took his rifle in his hands. They found the motorcycle, right where they had left it a few days ago, behind some shrubs. They drove down the mountain and headed towards his godfather's ranch.

  Four miles later, they drove up to the entrance of the ranch. Pancho slowed the motorcycle down. He looked in every direction, looking for anything out of the ordinary.

  “Look Pancho!” Celina pointed to the steps of the house.

  Pancho had already seen the body lying on the steps from a distance. He immediately knew that something was wrong. He turned off the engine and scanned the premises, hoping it wasn't an ambush, because it was already too late.

  “Wait here,” he instructed, getting his rifle ready.

  Walking slowly to the steps of the front porch, he stopped to look at the body of a young boy, who had a bullet wound to the head. He concluded that he had been dead for at least a day, based on the body temperature, stiffness, dry blood, and ants crawling over the body.

  He proceeded up the stairs to the front of the house and saw a woman lying on the floor, through the screen porch door. When he opened the door, he recognized the older woman; she was his godmother. He saw blood on her body, but no bullet wounds, so he checked for a pulse, but then realized that she was beaten to death.

  Tears filled his eyes, and he knew that Rafael was responsible for this massacre of innocent people. He swung the rifle to one side and held the older woman in his arms,
as he cried softly. This woman had always shown him nothing but love and affection. Rafael was an animal to have hurt this old lady, but he had because he was angry with Pancho, and he knew how much his godparents meant to him.

  Then he heard a noise coming from behind the sofa. He laid the woman’s body down, slowly rose to his feet, and walked over cautiously with his rifle in his hands, expecting the unexpected. He felt his heart skip, and his chest tighten. His breaths came only in shallow gasps, not knowing whom he would find.

  “Padrino, padrino!” he shouted, rushing to his godfather's side when he saw him behind the sofa. He appeared to be breathing, but barely. The old man was lying on the floor, covered in blood, and badly beaten.

  “Pancho, hijo…” the old man's voice trailed off, as he tried to take a deep breath.

  Pancho got on his knees, lifted his godfather up, and looked into his bloodshot eyes. “Por favor padrino, perdoname…perdoname.” He then began to cry loudly, as he asked for forgiveness from him.

  The old man lifted his weak hand, placed it on Pancho's lips, and said, “No llores, no cry. You did not do this to me. Rafael did, and you need to be careful, because he will kill you. I always told your papa to be careful with him, because I never trusted him with you. He has a bad heart, and he has always been jealous of you.”

  Pancho nodded his head, as tears rolled down his face--tears that refused to stop, as he listened to his godfather’s last words.

  The old man was breathing in shallow breaths now. “I was waiting for you to come… so I could tell you…I don't want you to dwell on this. Si me entiendes?”

  “Si padrino,” he replied, through the knot he had in his throat.

  The old man smiled at Pancho, and slowly closed his eyes.

  Pancho knew that he was gone, but searched for a pulse hoping for a miracle. When he could not find one, he screamed loud, “No padrino, no padrino!”

  Celina ran into the house, and stood at the entrance of the door. She could see Pancho rocking an old man in his arms, as he wept. She stood there, watching Pancho release his grief.

  “Are you okay?” she asked him softly, moments later.

  He looked up to see her. Tears still rolling down his face, and replied, “He killed them. That son of a bitch killed them.”

  Celina's glance went from him to the two women lying on the ground in front of her in a pool of blood. Her eyes scanned the room, as they filled with tears. She turned and went back outside. She had never seen that much blood and had never seen a dead body before. She was nauseated, from the stench in the house, and with the grisly scene.

  Minutes later, Pancho exited through the front door, and walked over to Celina, who was crying under a tree.

  “Hey, don't cry, corazón.” He knelt down, and wrapped his arms around her.

  Gasping she said, “This is all my fault. I'm so sorry that this happened to your godparents.” She wept uncontrollably.

  Pancho pulled back from the hold. He placed his hands on her jaw, and raised her face to look at him. “Look at me. This is not your fault.”

  “Yes, yes it is!” she cried as her nose began to run.

  He wiped her nose with his jacket sleeve. “Listen to me! Rafael and I have been at war, since we were little kids. We have always been competitive. Rafael can't stand the fact, that I always beat him at everything. So killing my godparents has nothing to do with you. Entiendes. Sooner or later, something like this was bound to happen. I'm just sorry that you had to see this.” He stroked her face with the back of his knuckles.

  She threw her arms around his neck and squeezed him, as she wept some more. Pancho kissed her cheek and took a deep breath, as he squeezed her back. He pressed his face into her hair, inhaling deeply, and gently stroked her back.

  Minutes later, he said, “Okay, let's get going. I've got the keys to the truck, and I've called the police to report the killings, so they can come and pick up the bodies.”

  Chapter 37

  Spotted

  Pancho and Celina drove out of the ranch gate, and turned onto the highway, headed for Monterrey, which was about hundred and twenty miles away. The drive was quiet for both of them. So much had happened. Celina had never seen a dead body, like Pancho had. The only difference this time around, was that this was family, and not just another assignment of unknown people.

  Pancho's mind filled with many thoughts. He wondered if Rafael had sent someone over to do his dirty work, or if he had been then there personally, when his godparents, and those innocent people were being tortured.

  You motherfucker, I wish you had never been born, he thought as he drove his godfather’s ranch truck. You piece of shit. I should have said something back in high school when Rafael and his worthless-ass friend of his were robbing small trailers loaded with merchandise. He would have done some prison time and maybe wouldn’t have had this high position within the cartel. And maybe, just maybe, padrino would still be alive.

  He hit the steering wheel with the palm of his hand.

  Celina lifted her head from his chest. “Is everything okay?” she asked, looking around, and then looked straight out the windshield, wondering what she had missed.

  He looked over. “I'm sorry. Go back to sleep,” he patted her back and kissed her forehead.

  She stared at him, looking at the expression on his face. She caressed his face and said nothing further, leaning her head back down on his shoulder. She could sense that he was upset and didn't want to discuss the killings at the ranch, knowing that it would only upset him.

  Pancho pulled her in closer to him with his right arm, and kissed her head. Celina looked up, smiled at him, and gave him a quick kiss on his lips. He looked at the road, and then turned back to give her a hard kiss, and then nibbled on her bottom lip.

  He drew in a deep breath. “Don't worry. Everything is going to be alright.” He winked his eye at her and beamed an enormous smile.

  She hugged him and said, “I know.” She shook her head looking at him. “I feel safe with you.” She got comfortable again in her seat next to him, as they continued with their drive to Monterrey.

  An hour later, they entered the city of Monterrey. Pancho was relieved that they had made it to the city, because they were on empty. He pulled into the first gas station he saw, and Celina woke up again.

  “Hey, sleepyhead.” He tapped his fingers on her head and gently pulled her hair.

  She lifted her head, met his gaze and smiled. “I know. I don't know what's wrong with me.” She sat up, fixed her hair, and yawned.

  “Don't worry about it. I'm going to gas up. Are you hungry?” He opened the door to the old red Chevy truck.

  She nodded her head, and blinked her eyes. “I need the restroom, too.”

  “Go ahead, while I pump gas,” he replied, turning the truck off.

  Celina got out and looked for a restroom while he fueled up.

  When Celina returned, Pancho stated, “You see that restaurant across the street, next to that empty parking lot, about a block away?”

  Celina narrowed her eyes, having difficulty seeing that far. She walked to the side of the curb, and yelled back, “Oh, now I see it.”

  “Let’s eat there. I know you are hungry for some good food.” He smiled, watching her walk back to the truck. He bent down to air a low tire, almost flat, when he heard from a distance.

  “Ay, mamasita!”

  Pancho immediately stood up, dropped the air hose, and rushed to Celina’s side.

  Two young kids in a white van were driving next to Celina, as she walked back to the truck. The van door was sliding open, when Pancho grabbed her arm, and shielded her with his body. The young kid flashed Pancho the tip of a rifle, he held in his hands.

  “Danos la mujer.” He demanded with a cocky look.

  Pancho raised his hand, and showed him a grenade. He nodded his head, and said nothing to them, pulling the pin out.

  The kid’s eyes widened, and lowered his weapon, and said, “Okay. A la otra
.” He placed two fingers on his temple, and then saluted him.

  Pancho watched them drive off. He put the pin back in the grenade, and said, “You need to be more careful. From now on you don’t stray off. We are in Mexico and things are very bad here.”

  Celina’s hands were trembling. Breathing hard she said, “I’m so sorry. Were those guys with Rafael?”

  “No. They were just looking at taking you in general. Any beautiful girl they see, they will take, no questions asked. I’m more than sure they had other people in the back of that van.” He wrapped his arms around her.

  “I’m so sorry.” She repeated to herself as tears streamed down her face.

  He released her hold and wiped away her tears with his fingers. Then he grabbed her arm and walked back quickly to the truck. Pancho helped Celina get in, keeping his eye in the direction the van went. He was wondering if they would be back. What he failed to see, was a black Suburban with tinted windows parked in the rear.

  Chapter 38

  Checking in

  A small, white Volkswagon Beetle blasted his horn at them and cut them off. It was an old man. He waved his hand in the air at them, as they drove down the street.

  “I hate driving here. These people have no patience.” He gripped the steering wheel, feeling a bit paranoid.

  Celina giggled. “I think he was telling you off, too.”

  “Oh, I know so. And look at him, driving like a maniac, and he can barely see over the dash.”

  “I asked you at the restaurant, where we were going to stay the night, and you never told me. Que malo.” She smirked.

  He chuckled as he kept driving. “It's because I'm not sure if I remember how to get there.” He kept his eyes on the road.

  “It's not another riverbank or hideaway with no toilet--please tell me we're staying at a hotel.” She grunted.

  “Look! Here it is.” He pointed.

  Celina quickly turned and looked out the window, asking with much interest, “Where? Where is it?”