by Livia Ellis
“And a woman who you would have never thought was a prostitute mistook you for…”
“Her brother's college roommate. Which I should have known was a mistake. I never had a roommate. I had a wife and a baby when I went to college.”
She laughed out loud. “How much did that cost you?”
“Other than my dignity? Nothing. I figured it out before we went back to my room. Needless to say, after that, I'm wary when beautiful women want to have sex with me for no apparent reason.”
“I can think of many reasons to have sex with you,” she said. “So you want to try out the rabbit?”
He thought about it for a moment, then shrugged. He'd asked her to open herself up to new experiences, why wouldn't he do the same. “Okay.”
She clasped her hands around his neck as he gazed into her margarita-colored eyes. Her eyelids slipped shut as she gently nudged her tongue into his mouth. The instant her mouth touched his, he was lost again. Each stroke of her tongue against his sent a pulse to his shaft, waking it up after only a short rest. Her tongue slid around his as her hands stroked the planes of his shoulders and arms. With his fingers, he quickly untied the knot in the belt that held the silk dress together.
Henna shed her dress with a shrug of her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground in a puddle. Her skimpy panties were distinctly wet and her breasts filled in the curved cups of her lacy bra to perfection. He placed his hands on her hips and looked down at her body. There was nothing he saw that he didn't like.
With a snap of his fingers, he unhooked her bra and pulled it off, quickly discarding it. Then his thumbs hooked around the top of her panties, and with a fast shove, they fell to the floor. “I really like that,” he said as his eyes drank in her bare pussy lips, shimmering and damp with her slick lubricant.
“Good,” she said. “Because I prefer to be tidy.”
“You're perfect,” he said. “I like you like this.” He reached his hand between her legs, cupping the smooth damp mound of her hot sex. “In fact, I prefer this.” One finger slipped between her lips and found her clit. A light stroke elicited a small gasp from between Henna's lips and a fluttering of her eyelashes. She'd given him her trust, and in exchange, she'd relinquished her need to control every aspect of her sexual experiences. It was like a gift, watching her blossom in his hands like a flower.
His fingers skimmed around the folds and circled her clit. As much as he wanted to make her shudder and cry with delight, he also didn't want to rush her. He slipped his fingers out and removed his hand.
Henna squeaked slightly and a small sniff of protest escaped her lips. “But...” She looked at him.
“You're greedy,” he said with a smile. He took her hand and curved her fingers around his own. “Come.” With a small tug, he took her from the bathroom and brought her into the bedroom.
Henna nearly growled with irritation. Eduardo was not a quickie kind of guy, but at that moment, she really wished he were. He brought her to the bed and sat her on the edge. With his knees, he pushed her legs apart. As he knelt before her, he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed forcing her to lean back against her elbows to keep her balance. His lips brushed against her inner legs as his hands stroked her thighs. When his mouth reached her pussy, his tongue ran a line around her clean, smooth lips. The feeling of the air and his breath touching her bare cunt was nearly enough to make her climax.
He placed his hands on her knees and pushed her legs apart as far as they would go. The faint touch of his tongue against her swollen clit made her gasp as it stroked the sensitized nub. She grasped the duvet on the bed, clenching it in her fists. Her pelvis tipped up and reached for his mouth only to have him back away. Henna didn't bother holding back a howl of frustration.
“Why do you keep on stopping right when I'm about to come? Why? Is it really necessary? I get it. You have the stamina of a stevedore. Now will you please just get the job done?”
He laughed a little as he got up from his knees and went to her carry-on bag that she'd stowed in the closet. He rummaged for the silicone covered rabbit vibrator and brought it to her. “Show me what you do with this.” He handed it to her, then stood over her looking down at her exposed sex.
“You want me to…” She thought she was beyond shock or even embarrassment, but she wasn't.
“Touch yourself,” he said. “I want to see what that thing does before I let you use it on me. I'm willing to be open-minded, and I like the idea of trying something new, but I just want a demonstration first.”
She took the vibrator from him, grateful to have some control over her sexual responses. Sex with Eduardo was incomparable to any previous experience she'd had. But at that moment, she just wanted release. He'd brought her too close to the edge without pushing her over, and she needed to jump into the abyss.
She scooted back onto the bed and drew her legs up, resting her feet on the edge of the mattress. With a few quick adjustments, the vibrator sprang to life. As Eduardo watched, she tightened her fingers around the shimmying silicone cock and sank it into her pussy with one complete thrust. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as the rabbit’s ears made contact with her already sensitive clit.
Electricity consumed her, running up her spine, and in a burst of release, the long anticipated orgasm shot through her. She had no desire to contain the cry of passion that came from her lips as her body shuddered. When the last shockwave evaporated, her hand fell away from her convenient little friend.
“So?” she asked Eduardo. As her eyes opened and fell on him, she saw he wasn't just idly watching. His hand gripped his cock, rubbing and stroking it. “Want to give it a try?”
He did. For the first time in years, decades even, Eduardo was nervous about trying something new. Using toys had never been part of his sexual repertoire, but there was no reason not to give it a try. He was pretty sure he'd never let a woman tie him up and smack the shit out of him, but a vibrator was a tame enough deviation from the norm.
Henna looked at him standing in front of her, and a crooked smile bent her lips. “You're really in the weeds, aren't you?” she asked. “You just have no idea what to do with this thing do you?” She waved her vibrator around.
“Totally new. I'm a vibrator virgin,” he said.
“Okay.” She gave a small shrug and tossed it to the mattress for the moment. “Lay down. Just let go and let me make love to you.” That she mocked his accent ever so slightly made him laugh.
He stretched out on the bed and watched her as she reached over him for the lubricant kept in the nightstand and the bag of condoms. “Can I just say that I'm not sure I want that thing in my ass?”
“Worried you're going to turn gay?” She laughed as she unscrewed the top of the lubricant.
“No.” He laughed. “I'm secure in my heterosexuality. I'm just worried it's going to hurt.”
“Please,” she scoffed. “I'm a doctor. Don't you know we're better at sex than regular people?”
He laughed again. “Henna, you make me laugh.”
“It's true,” she said, covering the vibrator in lubricant. “I know all about erogenous zones down to the most technical details. Best of all, if in a moment of passion you go into cardiac arrest, I can administer emergency medical care before the paramedics arrive. Roll over.”
His body trembled as he went from his back to lying with his stomach pressed against the mattress. The feel of his cock pressed between his body and the sheets added to the goose bumps of anticipation and increased the aching in dick.
Henna laid her body prone over his. The feel of her skin against his lit a thousand little fires through his senses. Her legs draped over his and the feel of her bare cunt against his ass cheeks was about to undo him. She lightly ground her pelvis against him as the hard buds of her nipples massaged his back, and her mouth peppered kisses over his neck and shoulders. A large sigh slipped from him as he wrapped his arms around a pillow and let Henna make love to him.
She sat up and
straddled his ass. Her hands worked the muscles of his shoulders and back. If he thought he couldn't find a deeper level of relaxation, he was wrong. With every exhalation, a small sigh escaped with his breath.
After a long sweep of her hands over his back, her mouth came down on his shoulder giving him a small kiss. “If you're uncomfortable or if I hurt you,” she whispered in his ear, “just tell me and I'll stop.”
His eyes opened a sliver, and he nodded. Henna gave him another kiss on his shoulder before she slid down his body and rose to her feet. First one knee, then the other pressed between his thighs. She opened her thighs, wedging his apart, as she knelt between his legs. He expected her to pick up the vibrator, but she didn't. Instead, her hands began to massage the muscles of his ass. Her fingers pinched and kneaded large chunks of flesh as she gradually began to spread him open.
His eyes flew open and a gasp came out of him when her tongue made contact with the rim of his sphincter.
“Are you okay?” she asked with a small smile in her voice.
“I'm fine,” he said sinking down into his pillow again, his eyelids sliding shut. “That was unexpected.”
Her tongue returned to his hole and it danced and twirled around. Only serious concentration kept him from coming immediately. He wanted the inevitable to happen so the mystery would be solved. Losing control like a boy would guarantee he'd have to wait, so he held himself in check. Even though his body burned and his dick ached, he resisted the urge to rub himself against the mattress.
Henna's tongue stopped its dance as he felt her body stretched. He kept his eyes closed, but his body tensed in anticipation. His heart pounded in his cock, and his breath quickened. The touch of cold lubricant on his hot, sensitive anus nearly made him cry out. Instead of the feel of the vibrator, the touch of Henna's finger slowly entering him helped him relax. A wet finger gently pressed the rim of his sphincter muscles, opening the tight entrance. With a studied patience, she gradually eased one finger then two inside him as his muscles gave way. Her fingers worked the lube around his hole, opening him and preparing him for what came next.
Her fingers slipped out, and the head of the vibrator pushed against his anus. With a slight twist, she inserted it slowly as he held his breath. He spread his knees apart until he couldn't stretch any wider. With a tilt of his hips, he tipped his ass up to meet the sex toy trying to his body for the first time.
“Breathe,” she whispered into his ear as she leaned over him.
He let his breath go as she eased the vibrator inside him. If he had ever guessed what it would feel like to be penetrated, he would never have believed it would be as filling and erotic as it was. The pain he'd feared was nonexistent. What he felt was an encompassing and almost overpowering flood of sensations. The vibrator stopped, and he released a long exhalation, panting slightly with the sweet burn of stretched skin and muscle.
“Okay?” Henna whispered.
He nodded and grunted a little. In an instant, the vibrator started shimmying inside him. A wholly new sensation made him groan in pure ecstasy. He laughed and groaned again as he clutched the pillow beneath him. When Henna turned the rabbit ears pressed to his scrotum on, a cry punctuated by another groan rolled out of him.
“Roll over,” Henna whispered as she slipped off of him. Her fingers held the vibrator until his thighs pressed together and did the job for her. When he was on his back, his cock pointed to the ceiling as the vibrator continued to pulsate inside him. He wanted to grab his dick and pound it with his fist until he shot a load that would surely hit the ceiling. Instead, Henna straddled him with her body and guided his erection into her clean slick pussy.
The double sensation of penetrating and being penetrated brought a twisted moan from him. His head tipped back as his pelvis thrust up pressing his hard cock into her. He nearly knocked her off in his enthusiasm, but he grabbed her hips, holding her fast to him. She leaned over him, clenching him with her core muscles. Her juices flowed down to the base of his cock, leaving them both slick and wet.
Henna rode him until all hell broke loose. Her back arched, an orgasm ripping through her. Her pussy clamped his dick. His balls tightened. A fiery heat burst from his lower spine and through his shaft. Two quick thrusts and jets of cum shot from him and into her velvety cunt. The orgasm was completely uncontrolled and lasted longer than any orgasm he could remember. The energy created by the release was slow to dissipate and left him in a state of euphoria.
Henna lay panting on top of him for what seemed like hours, seemingly as content as he was to lie there, then she slid off of him and gently removed the vibrator. She flicked it off and tossed it aside. It was all he could do to raise an arm so she could collapse into the curl of his body. The alarm clock next to the bed told him he had forty minutes to recover, shower, and dress.
“So?” Henna asked.
“I don't know what to say.” He tightened the hold he had on her, bringing her head to his lips. He'd promised to leave her hair untouched, but he couldn't help himself. “That was incredible.”
“So we'll be doing that again?” she asked.
“I think you can count on that.” Every muscle in his body was relaxed and languid, and his bones had turned to rubber. If he tried to stand, he wasn't certain he would remain upright.
She leaned over him and pressed her mouth to his. “I'm so glad I was your first,” she said with a smile.
“Me, too.” He kissed her slowly letting his tongue slide into the warm cave of her mouth.
She slipped away from him, leaving him alone on the bed as she began to busy herself around the room.
“You mussed my hair,” Henna complained half-heartedly as she stood at the mirror.
Eduardo lay back against the pillows and watched her. “You make me feel alive.”
Her gaze captured his in the mirror, and she smiled. Every small compliment became a source of joy for her. It was one of the hundred things he'd noticed about Henna.
She turned from the mirror and walked across the room to the bed. “You need to get up.” Her hand reached for his as she quickly glanced at her watch. “We're not late yet, but we still need to hurry.”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the bed. “You make me feel alive,” he repeated, running the tips of his fingers down her jaw. “You make me think about tomorrow, not just today or the past. Do you understand?”
“I understand.” Her teeth nipped her lip as it always did when she was nervous or uncomfortable.
He tugged on her lip with his fingertip, releasing it from her teeth. “When Pilar died I thought my life was over. Then I ran away.”
Her eyes flicked down and to the left, avoiding his.
“You know this,” he said with a smile. “Are there any secrets among your family?”
“Not really,” she said, still avoiding his eyes. “I heard you went to Mexico for a while.”
“I ran away,” he said. “I didn't see any point in continuing. My children were grown. Gloria had graduated from college. Romeo had moved to Italy to start his career. I needed to figure out how to live without her, without everyone telling me I needed therapy and anti-depressants. I just needed some time with my memories.”
“I can't imagine what you went through,” she said.
“No,” he said. “You cannot.” He ran his hand down her arm, then took her fingers in his when he reached her hand. “Then my father and my son tracked me down.”
“Were you hard to find?”
“Not really,” he said. “As much as they like the world to think I'd turned into some bearded hermit living off of tequila shots and Corona, I went to the grocery store on occasion. They just needed to look at my credit card statements. It's not like I went off the grid.”
“Not hard to find,” she said.
“No,” he said. “But I let them have their story. So Romeo and my father show up in Mexico at my beach house.”
“I thought it was a hut on the beach?”
“A hut?
” He thought for a moment. “I could see my son describing my beach house as a hut. He's a lot like his mother. Pilar would take one look at my beach house and call it a hut. They are people who love their creature comforts. There's running water and electricity. I have satellite TV and Wi-Fi. Honestly what more do you need?” He shrugged and rolled his eyes a bit.
She thought about his hut and thought it sounded nice. “Is it on the beach?”
“You walk out the door, step onto the porch, and down the steps. You are on the beach.” He spread his hands as if gesturing to the expanse of the Pacific before him. “It's beautiful.”
“Nice,” she said. “Quiet?”
“The most peaceful place in the world.”
“Sounds very nice,” she sighed. “I could use some peace on occasion. My life is very busy.”
“I will take you there,” he said.
“I just may take you up on that offer,” she said. “So what happened?”
“My son and my father show up and try to convince me to come home. Home is filled with memories of Pilar. I don't want to go there. I'm happy in Mexico. There is a woman who brings me eggs and chickens and her husband brings me fish. I only have to go to town once a week for tequila and Corona. My father manages the plantation as well as he always has. I'm not needed. I can sit on the couch, watching soccer all day, and sleep until I'm not tired. I told Romeo and my father to leave me alone and go home.”
“Did they leave?”
“Eventually.” He nudged her off him and slid from the bed. “But Romeo left me something first.” He went to the leather bag he always carried with him when he traveled. From it, he pulled the folded piece of paper his son had given him. He could feel Henna's eyes on his bare body as he unfolded the paper and examined it once again. “From the bruja.”
He turned and brought the paper to Henna. Instead of handing it directly over to her, he hesitated.
“Do you want to show me?” Her teeth captured her lip as she looked at him.
He looked down again at the page then offered it to her. Her eyebrows twitched as her nose wrinkled and her lips pursed. “It's a bit eerie, isn't it?” she mumbled as she continued to stare at the picture. “Although, personally, I don't really think my nose is quite that large. I will admit the gap in the teeth is unsettling.”