by S. W. Frank
“We have a full-house. They’re here for our wedding, remember?”
“How can I forget, I’m the one who proposed. Anyway, the wedding’s not until one and it’s…” he craned his head to examine the clock, “shit it’s only six. We have plenty of time.”
Selange fell silent. It did feel nice simply snuggling with her future husband. Wow, she couldn’t believe they were getting married again…oh man…if only Shanda were here!
She closed her eyes and inhaled Alfonzo’s masculine scent. Her love for him went beyond words. Last night, he made love to her with languid adoration and the memory served as an intoxicant. There were tiny needle-pricks to her skin and she smiled happily, eager to speak her commitment to the man who possessed her heart.
Alfonzo’s hand roamed freely over her breasts and stomach and settled on her thigh, waking her from the reverie. “I have a surprise for you.”
She turned in his arms and they were face-to-face. The color of his pupils was vibrant blue crystals. Selange’s grin widened like a child on Christmas morning, “Tell me, what it is?”
“Guess.” He said stroking her cheek with his thumb, returning her smile, excited to see the glint of love in the feline eyes.
“Give me a hint.”
His sexy mouth tugged down, “Hmmm, let me see. It has to do with something you love –almost as much as me.”
“Impossible!”
He chuckled at her emphatic declaration. “Seriously, there isn’t anything you love other than me, babe?”
“Our children, but you can’t give me a gift of –unless it’s something to do with our children or pregnancy. Are you pregnant?” She teased.
“Shit, that’s crazy.” The woman was far off base, “Nah, are you?”
Her nose crinkled, “No, we said we’d wait a year or two, remember?”
“I didn’t forget. I’m just fucking with you. Have you guessed the answer, yet?”
“Um, let me see.”
“You’re taking too long.”
She put up her hand up to stop him from talking and exclaimed, “Wait…wait I’m thinking. Give me a hint?”
“You do it in bed a lot and whenever you have an opportunity you can be found doing it throughout the house.” He said slyly.
“Have sex with you…am I right –am I right?”
He cupped a fist to his mouth and laughed. Ah, shit he knew she’d go there, but it’s how serious she was about the answer which had him bawling. His babe was hilarious. “Nope, buzz.”
“That’s not fair you asked a leading question on purpose. What’s the surprise honey; don’t keep me in suspense?” She shrieked.
“All right...all right. You’re horrible at guessing games. I’ll tell you.” He pulled her atop his body and rubbed her plush round ass. He loved caressing her soft skin and feminine curves. He saw more children in the future, a house full of screaming Diaz’ was the plan. The money he acquired could sustain several generations. Wealth isn’t the only legacy he wanted to leave behind, its children. He shrugged, a year or two wasn’t far away, and he supposed he could wait.
“Well, what is it?”
“You love to read poetry.”
“Poetry. My surprise is a poem.” She wiggled her stomach into his crotch and received a gentle pinch to her bottom. “Ouch!”
Alfonzo laughed and cupped the back of her head and propelled it down for her lips to connect with his open mouth. The soft lips were more than eager to oblige, she even moaned and gyrated her need of more. Unfortunately, he had to cut it short or else he’d fuck her all day and never get to the surprise.
Alfonzo abruptly flexed forward and she became straddled on his lap. When his mouth detached, she gave an exaggerative moan of disappointment.
Alfonzo shook his head at the comical woman and reached for the robes on the floor. “Oh, stop pouting babe and put this on.”
She took the silk one from his hands and thrust her arms in and watched as he stood and did the same. Alfonzo’s robe was cotton and had a small beehive stitched into the material. Her lip twitched, wishing he’d show her this present later because her honey hive overflowed and needed an urgent beekeeper.
He tightened the sash and strolled to the window and closed the drapes. The bedroom was plunged into darkness and she bounced when he suddenly leaped on the mattress gripping the remote control. “Come here babe.” He said, unable to contain his excitement.
With less enthusiasm she crawled to where he reclined and sat between his open legs. “I’m here, now what?”
The recessed screen rolled down from the ceiling and covered the length of the south wall. He wrapped an arm around her waist and locked her legs down by crossing his ankles over them to prevent Selange from moving. “My surprise is coming, just sit still and pay attention.”
“Okay,” was the only comment from her mouth while waiting and wondering what sort of poetic surprise he had in store. The answer came a moment later when a large caricature version of Alfonzo appeared in graphic color on the screen. The exaggerated muscles and a disproportionately large head were in 3D and she gushed, “Oh my goodness, this is too funny!”
He shushed her as the credits began and another laugh escaped when the superhero or super-villain, she wasn’t sure yet, flew through the air over a cartoon city. He searched the ground with his blue laser beam eyes for something. The music went ‘da-da-da-da-dah’ which she guessed represented the urgency of his quest. Selange cracked-up. “This is precious!”
He smirked and slid his hands inside her robe to stroke her breasts. The action brought her cheek to his chest with an ‘mmmmm’ sound similar to a human purr. “Keep watching,” he instructed, although the heat in his groin steadily built into an erection.
“I’m looking, but your groping is a distraction.”
“You can pay me back when we’re on our honeymoon.”
“Oh I will, you can count on it.”
“Okay silencio…mirar!” He chastised.
“All right…all right…I’m watching.” She scoffed and then gave the screen her undivided attention. Alfonzo behaved this way whenever he watched soccer, too. No talking and considerable ‘shushing’ were the norm. But, she broke his rules many times by inviting him to participate in an interactive sport. The man vigorously engaged and scored a goal every time. However, this morning, his fixation was a creative endeavor and it’s obvious he’d put a lot of effort into the surprise. She decided to forego seduction and show her appreciation of the visual masterpiece by watching.
The action on film continued as the superhero looked skyward and spotted what he sought. A long hand extended from the animated body to grab hold of a shiny object. The glittery gold orb suddenly dissolved into mist.
“Oh, this is so creative. It’s the Stephen Crane poem, ‘A Ball of Gold’, Alfonzo honey I love it!”
“It gets better.”
Her eyes remained on the action, but it was very hard with Alfonzo sucking on her earlobe and dammit he was making her horny as hell. She tried to focus on the show but his hand squeezed her breast and the other massaged her thigh. “Oh I can’t pay attention like this; you’re torturing me on purpose.”
In a low bass he said, “Ssssssshhhhnena y mirar.”
The superhero swooped down to earth and assumed a defeated stance. Soon, melancholy music blared from the walls when the blue laser beams shot from the superhero’s eyes causing rock and sediment to fly everywhere.
“Just like you to cause havoc.”
He answered with a probing of her inner thigh. She went to move and his legs clamped in a tighter vice. Alfonzo touched her intimately with his fingers and smiled at her instant saturation.
The seductive tone in which he whispered, “Keep watching nena,” made Selange wetter. She rubbed her cheek against his pectoral and her shallow pant was confirmation of her desire. Her eyes closed beneath the sensation caused by the workings of his skillful hands. She bit her lip, squirming and trying to
move but he held her locked with his legs and one strong hand mushed her breast. The warmth of his breath and the heat of his body sent a tremble throughout her bones. “Oh honey…I’m getting so…”
“Qué?” He asked with a naughty grin as she tried to lift her ass to turn around to face him. She gave up, when he simply compressed his palm to her chest and clamped his muscular legs down.
“Wet.”
“I love when your pussy’s wet. It tells me I turn you on, chica.”
“Teamo.”
“You love me and I love you.” Alfonzo released her legs. “But do you love my surprise?”
The evidence of his desire poked her between the V of her ass and spine. The solid organ and the manipulations taking place at her pleasure zone elicited an answer in a moan. “Um-hummmm.”
“Would you rather have this,” he asked as he lightly stroked her clitoris and pressed his dick into her back and created friction with his fingers that delighted the senses and she whimpered. “Or a cartoon?”
Her bottom pushed to him and she breathed, “Ummm…this.”
“This?” He said pressing his dick to the slope of her buttocks and rubbing there to deliberately drive her mad and simultaneously pushed inside of her with his fingers to perform a thorough vaginal exam.
“Uh…oh…oh…honey…”
Alfonzo didn’t wait for a complete sentence and withdrew his hand to position her on all fours. She bowed her spine like a finely crafted harp and he raised the flimsy silk material to expose her curvaceous ass. She widened her knees and pressed hard on the mattress when he entered her moist tunnel and they were one. “Damn, this is some nice warm honey.” He complimented in Spanish.
“Ummm…it’s yours.”
The silk material slipped down one arm and he licked her shoulder like candy. “Babe, I need more…I’m hungry.”
Selange spread her knees wider and swiveled her hips as he rotate in and out making music with her natural lubricants and he loved the sound. She whimpered and moaned and it was delicious to his ears. Alfonzo’s mouth attached to her neck and a hand held her stomach. His sexual appetite increased and the want of her honey became ravenous desire. In a span of a second, his body flamed at a flashback that burned fire to his loins. He envisioned Nico screwing his wife and nearly became undone. Alfonzo grunt as if someone punched him in the gut and wondered where the hell did that come from?
The image caused his muscles to go taut and he fucked the bad picture straight out of his brain and pushed a tad harder into the woman he forgave for the adulterous act.
Selange cried his name, “Alfonzo…oh honey…I love you…honey.”
The transient thought disappeared with her words and he believed.
This is excellent pussy, I can’t get enough ¡Coño!
He pumped with a maddening urgency into her depths consumed by a need so great he had to feed it. His breathing increased and his dick throbbed violently on an upward stroke. Alfonzo’s hands squeezed her sensitive breasts and his body covered her back like a blanket of skin. Selange whimpered and clamped his shaft, vaginally quivering under the rapidity of his movements unable to maintain the pace. He sucked on her exposed arm, leaving moisture and an ache because he sucked too hard. She nearly screamed from the splendorous sensation when he flattened his palm to her valley and with deliberation touched her core and filled her with warm liquid love.
“Ummm…honey….ummmm.”
He held her absolutely still with his forehead resting on her shoulder until the uncontrollable pleasure shocks ceased. When they were manageable, he slumped backward to the bed and grabbed her waist to bring her along. She breathed fast and he rubbed between her thighs, loving how she curled closer with her lips parted and smiled in his eyes.
Words he never meant to say found their way from his mouth, “This is your last chance to dump me, tu sabe?”
“And why would I do that when I have everything I want. Are you nervous and asking me this question because you want to cancel the wedding?”
They were facing each other. Their eyes were open and their chests beat very fast. His breathing slowed, conditioning worked in his favor. The past he vowed to seal closed had opened the door of doubt. In his wild days he’d conjured images of where he’d end up. The future looked bleak. He thought he’d either rot in jail, dead, strung-out or possibly with a chick he no longer loved. He came out on top, four out of four were excellent odds a gambler would appreciate, yet for some dumb-ass reason he was feeling insecure and required reassurance that she loved him wholeheartedly in return.
The truth is he loved her so damn much and she had a bad-ass mafia man scared. Now isn’t that a bitch?
“I’m crazy in love with you nena.” He sighed, “Maybe, too much.”
She raked her fingers through his shiny black hair. He looked even more handsome than the day they first met. The eyes were softer, and he didn’t scowl as often. “Sounds better than loving me too little.”
“All right I warned you. I’m over-protective, act like an ass sometimes and I’m super jealous.”
“Well, so am I.” She said while continuing to stroke his hair and staring into his eyes. “I’m going to spoil you my king… the way a royal pain in the ass deserves.”
And to think he almost melted like butter. His eyes twinkled. “Man, it sounded so good, too. What a fucking tease!” He gave a hearty laughed and then said, “Well then my future wife,” as he reached for the remote and rewound the short film, “you must finish watching.”
She gave that dimpled smile and his trepidation fled. “Alright, I’ll pay attention this time and promise not to talk.”
Selange giggled and placed her cheek on his peck as the music came on. She watched quietly for a few minutes and asked him a question about the graphic image and how he did it. Alfonzo blinked incredulously. He thought sex had officially shushed the woman. Hold on, didn’t she say she wouldn’t talk? He coughed as he laughed, and reclined his head. Selange cracked him up. Seriously!
“Why is your big-head character wreaking havoc?”
“Senor Magnifico's sad because he thought he found the sphere the ancient wise man told him about. He has to find it before he loses his powers and do you know what happens if he doesn’t find the sphere?”
A happy laugh resounded. ‘No, what happens?”
“He turns to ice and combines with the Highland Frost Glaciers beside his forefathers.”
“Oh my God, we don’t want that.”
“No we don’t. I hear it’s very cold there. It’s Magnifico’s manifest destiny to locate the sphere, don’t you agree?”
“It’s agreed you’re a secret geek!”
He shrugged, “Hey, I’m not the person in Sal’s room watching Defenders of the Galaxy and pretending I’m arranging his closet. I’m just saying!”
Selange shook her head. “That’s not true.”
“Admit it.”
“Okay, it’s true.”
“Damn, that’s the quickest confession I’ve received from anybody without breaking a kneecap. My dick is your truth serum. Too funny!”
She screwed up her face at the mention of the violent side of his business. Then in sync with her thoughts, further destruction erupted in the animated movie as Senor Magnifico pound his fist into the ground and the earth cracked open to reveal a glowing round gem protruding from an unobtrusive rock. The unlikely superhero blast away the outer coating and the brilliance of the strange sphere rendered Senor Magnifico temporarily blind. But, miraculously a cool UV visor descended from his makeshift helmet to protect his vision and Selange chuckled loudly. “Oh my God, you are too silly Alfonzo. That’s something Sal would’ve invented.”
His breath tickled her neck, “We think alike, what can I say, babe.”
Senor Magnifico soon took hold of the gem and it formed into a wisp of smoke and circled Magnifico and took shape. Her nose wrinkled when a cartoon version of her appeared. The exaggerated buxom and buttocks go
t another laugh, but it’s the way the superhero became mesmerized by the big breast rock-girl that had her rolling. Senor Magnifico planted a kiss on his new love and the music went, ‘Da-da-da!’
Suddenly, a series of loud ‘poofs’ followed and caricatures which resembled their children appeared in graphic color. Selange sighed, when the film surprise ended with another poof and the words, THE BEGINNING OF FOREVER, flashed on the screen. “That’s the best surprise ever. You did an awesome job. I loved it and I sooooo love you.” She squealed and climbed on his lap and tongued her appreciation.
“Ummm…I know.” Alfonzo managed to mutter with her tongue down his throat. A knock at the door brought another mumbling, “Damn, they’re early.” He glanced at the clock. He would’ve liked to have taken a shower but there wasn’t any time. This was the second part of his surprise. There was no way to delay it to bathe. Hell!
Alfonzo tightened his robe and yanked the spread over them and sported a lopsided smirk when Selange nonchalantly adjusted her robe. She looked a sexy mess, and quite the innocent. The knock sounded again and he quickly glanced in her direction to ensure she had covered the scrumptious orbs before shouting, “¡Adelante!”
The door flung open and Aldonza barreled into the room. Her long untamed hair swooshed across the collar of her princess pajamas and she reached the foot of the bed and used the cloth settee as a footstool to climb up. “Hi mommy!”
“Morning sweetie.”
Sal pushed a rolling cart filled with breakfast foods and Alfonzo winked conspiratorially at his son. Maria and Anita followed, cradling the twins.
Maria bellowed, “Buenos Dias!” And soon everyone was talking at once.
Alfonzo put his arms out for little Vincent, and caught an elbow from Aldonza who sat her rump between her parents. He gave his rude angel the signature raised brow which she mimicked and then exclaimed, “What?”