Summer Nights (11 page)

He crooked his finger, beckoning me to
him. I dropped my purse onto the floor, creating a loud thud, and
walked straight into his arms. Rather than claim my lips right
away, he wrapped his hands around my hips and tugged me into his
erection. I allowed my hands to greedily admire his luscious abs
and his firm chest. He was gorgeous. And until tomorrow afternoon,
when my flight left, he was mine.

He gently removed my glasses and placed
them on the counter. Then his eyes resumed their adoring
assessment, which caused a sizzling desire to burn within
me.

My mouth watered and my breasts swelled
as I rocked into him. I kissed a path down his center, slipping
away from his grip. Landing on my knees, I unbuttoned and unzipped
his shorts. I pulled them down, their weight carried them to the
floor effortlessly. I hooked my fingers around the waistband of his
boxers, teasing his lower stomach. His muscles rippled as his
breathing sharpened.

I drew my tongue, sliding it across his
boxer line. He gripped a nearby barstool back, his knuckles white
as he leaned into me. Knowing this was torture for him, I allowed
his boxers to pool around his ankles with his cargos. His thick
cock stood before me, dark curls perfectly framing it.

I wrapped my hands around his thighs,
reaching up to squeeze his tight ass. At the same time I licked his
tip. He hissed. The taste of him energized me. My nipples pebbled,
my pussy moistened; a longing settled deep in my lower
stomach.

Desire overtook me. I drew all of him
into my mouth and began stroking his length vigorously with my
tongue as my lips slid up and down his cock.

“Ay dios
miyo
!” He grunted, pushing his hips into my
stride. His breathing was erratic, his eyes scorching me as he
watched me take him orally.

The way he responded to the pleasure I
was giving him made me want to give him more. I paused, sucking
hard as I flicked my tongue just beyond the sensitive head of his
cock on the underside. The look on his face was the sexiest damn
expression he’d displayed for me yet. I couldn’t get enough of him.
I wanted more.

I dragged a single digit along the
crease of his ass, stopping to caress the flesh between his balls
and rear right when I started to move my mouth up and down his
length again. I felt a squirt of pre-come hit my tongue. The salty
taste of him had just registered on my taste buds when he jerked me
up into his arms.

“Are you trying to kill me?” His
features were pinched as he clenched his jaw. He groaned, trying to
regain control.

“Why did you stop me?”

“Because I was going to
come.”

I chuckled lightly. “Isn’t that the
point?” I gripped his cock, squeezing my hand around the base and
sliding upwards.

“Jesus Cristo. No mas, por
favor, mi amor
,” he pleaded. His eyelids
fell to half-mast as he pressed his forehead to mine.

I rubbed my thumb over his slit,
spreading the pearl of pre-come over the head of his swollen cock
before backing away. I angled my head. “Why don’t you want
to?”

He looked straight at me. “Oh, I want
to. But I want to be deep inside that sweet pussy of yours when I
do.” All resolve left me. I’d tried to focus on giving him
pleasure, but with his words, my body fully surrendered to
him.

Abruptly he frowned. He took a step
back, freeing his feet of his clothes. He licked his lips,
swallowing hard as he approached me. The mood had shifted slightly
by the time he cupped my face. “I’ve been stupid. I’ve gotten so
caught up in you I haven’t protected you. I’m sorry, Summer. I
never wanted to take advantage of you.”

I tilted my head in confusion, trying
to make sense of his words. “What are you talking
about?”

“I haven’t worn a condom.”

I thought back over each encounter. In
all honesty, I’d been so caught up in him, that I hadn’t even
considered it. Something about him drew me to him. While my mind
could think logically, my heart was able to drown out the logic
while absorbing as much of him as it could. It wasn’t like it
mattered much though. I had a medical condition that made it
difficult to get pregnant. I debated sharing this information with
him. The moment he kissed my stitches though, I knew I couldn’t
offer him anything less than the truth.

“I have PCOS. It’s poly-cystic ovarian
syndrome. Basically, I have cysts on my ovaries, irregular periods
and other stuff that makes it difficult for me to get pregnant.”
The words fumbled out of my mouth, my tone even as I held back any
emotion.

Without a word, Cruz led me
into his bedroom. He pulled me onto the bed with him and we laid
side my side facing each other. He stroked my cheek. After a minute
or two, he broke the silence. “I’m sorry,
mi amor
. It is still your body though,
and you deserve to be loved and protected. I’ll try to
remember.”

Words couldn’t describe how he made me
feel in that moment. He said what I’d struggled to believe over the
years: I deserved to be loved and protected. I felt pressure in my
chest, a powerful draw towards him. In that one moment, it was as
if gravity inverted. All I wanted to do was cling to him and spoil
him with affection, gracious, never-ending love and affection like
he’d given me.

I linked my fingers through his. “It’s
okay. I trust you.”

“Come here.” He moved beneath me,
hoisting me on top of him.

He pressed his lips to mine. There was
no urgency in his touch. His kiss was slow and sensual; patient.
Somehow he knew I was still working through all of this in my head.
I was struggling to wrap my mind around how wonderful he was, how I
got so damn lucky. His hands were everywhere, sliding beneath my
clothes, distracting me from my thoughts. Before I knew it, I was
lost in him, absorbed in every move he made.

CRUZ

She was so beautiful. Her
strength rivaled
Tia
Annita’s; her perseverance was admirable. I couldn’t imagine
the pain of knowing you couldn’t easily do what every man assumed
you were made for: Procreate. She didn’t deserve this lot in life.
I could tell she’d been through so much. She didn’t say it aloud,
but it was there, in her eyes, in the little glances I got of her
soul.

I lifted her shirt and bathing suit top
over her head. Reclaiming her lips, I savored the taste of her. I
dipped my tongue beyond her lips, mingling my essence with hers.
Her hips gyrated, bearing down against my cock. Her soft moan
passed over my lips, sending another surge of blood flowing to my
prick.

Rolling us over, I settled my legs
between hers, forcing them apart. I captured her nipple in my
mouth, striking my tongue over the sensitive peak. Her breath
hitched. She rose off the bed, leaning into my tease. I switched
breasts, eliciting the same response again.

Moving down her voluptuous frame, I
undid her shorts, removing them along with her bathing suit bottom.
I tossed them aside, focusing on the glistening moisture at her
apex. I slid my fingers along her slit, the warmth of her pussy
tempting me. She tucked her fuller bottom lip between her teeth,
squirming as two fingers breached her entrance. Her juices coated
my fingers. My cock jerked as memories of how sweet her tight
little channel was flooded my mind.

I focused on her, connecting with her,
before I lifted my fingers into my mouth, sucking her essence right
off my fingers.

“Damn, that was hot,” she moaned, her
voice thick and breathy.

The pressure in my groin intensified,
my muscles coiled tighter as she reached out and tweaked my
nipples, rubbing her hands in a soothing motion immediately after.
One hand snaked up, wrapping around my neck and pulling me to her.
She kissed my neck, trailing up to nibble on my ear. That was the
final straw. I couldn’t hold back any longer. In one swift, agile
move, I seated my cock all the way inside her.

SUMMER

The air was knocked out of my lungs as
pleasure rippled from my core. I closed my eyes, tilting my head
back as Cruz slowly retreated. He plunged into me again, my pussy
quivering around his invasion. He took his time building up a
rhythm, patiently working my body into a sexual frenzy.

All I could do was feel him, moving in
and out of me; I could feel my heart pounding harder in my chest,
expanding with every thrust of his cock. He did things for me that
no man had ever considered doing. He made me feel like the only
girl in the world. He ensured that I felt valued and made me feel
loved.

He kissed my lips, the plush feel of
his lips caressing mine. His mouth hovered over mine; the softness
soothed my otherwise tense body. I enjoyed being with him. His cock
spread me open, rubbing my inner walls, milking my pussy as it drew
pleasure out of every tendon, every ligament and every muscle in my
body. My body was impatient and fought to climb the mountain at a
faster pace than what Cruz was allowing.

I wanted him. I wanted to consume him,
to be closer than physically possible. “Please.” I threw my arms
over my head, writhing beneath him, unable to lift up to meet his
strokes due to the way he was situated atop me.

“Que tu quieres, mi
amor
?”

“Faster.” My skin tingled; goose bumps
covered my flesh as he continued his slow, torturous pace.
“Please.”

“How could I deny you?” He kissed me
gently.

He pulled back and abandoned my pussy.
I immediately felt empty and cold. I yelped when he flipped me over
and smacked my ass. He immediately soothed my skin, melting the
sting into pleasure. He covered me, shoving into me from behind. I
cried out, the angle sending shockwaves through me. Reaching
around, he massaged my breasts, his fingers teasing my already
sensitive nipples. I whimpered, struggling to push into him when he
didn’t continue fucking me.

“Que tu quieres, mi
amor
?”

“You.”

“How do you want me?” His breath
tickled my ear. He groaned as my pussy fluttered with his
question.

“Hard and fast.” I pressed my chest
into his palms, cardinal need overwhelming me.

Suddenly he pounded into me, my body
trembling as he gave me exactly what I wanted. I cried out, unable
to hold back my cries of joy as he drove into me. My orgasm built
quickly, my belly curling tight and low. He abandoned my breasts,
rocking back and grabbing my hips with an iron grip; he lifted them
off the bed and gained new leverage. His pace increased, shooting
me into pleasure overload; my arms flailed above me; I couldn’t get
a solid grip on anything. I was completely at his mercy.

I heard my voice echoing in the room,
but couldn’t comprehend my mottled shouts. My vision disappeared,
stars flashing before my eyes; breathing became a challenge as my
entire body constricted before exploding in a million directions.
Pleasure shot through every part of me. My limbs shook beneath the
power of my release. I felt my pussy contracting around Cruz’s cock
as he continued to fly in and out of my sopping channel. Tiny
fissions of bliss prickled my skin. I felt every fiber of the
sheets tugging at my sensitive nipples and felt every inch of
Cruz’s cock as it moved along my swollen walls. My head spun as
another wave of pleasure rippled through me. I felt tears sliding
down my cheeks, the sheer intensity of my orgasm drawing out
something deep and dark from within me. It was too much to
bear.

Time was incomprehensible. I didn’t
know how much time had passed before I felt Cruz kissing my neck
and shoulders. I closed my eyes, trying to focus; trying to regain
full consciousness. My mind hadn’t recovered from what my body had
just endured and it couldn’t process the magnitude of pleasure I’d
been given. I took several deep breaths and finally composed
myself.

“Do you know how sexy and beautiful it
was to see you finally let go?” Cruz’s voice drifted over me,
aiding in soothing my over stimulating body.

I couldn’t help but smile at his
praise.

He pressed one final kiss against my
shoulder before sliding out of me. My pussy shuddered around the
emptiness. He rose up, giving me space to turn onto my back. He
immediately captured my lips the moment I was facing him; his kiss
blanketing me with serenity rather than eliciting an erotic
response.

I cautiously stretched as he lowered
himself beside me. I already felt the soreness in my muscles, but a
flitter of warmth hit my womb just at the thought of what caused
it. I was spent. I could have easily curled up into him and taken a
nap.

“We have to get going
soon,
mi reina
.” He
swiped a few stray strands of hair back.

I looked at the clock, jumping out of
bed at the time. “Oh my gosh! We’re late.” It was already 12:04
PM.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure they won’t even
miss us.”

“I hate being late.” I grabbed my
clothes and headed for his bathroom to get ready.

He snickered. “Puerto Ricans are never
on time, Summer.”

“I guess that’s why they call it island
time.” I shut the door behind me, not waiting to see if he got up
or not.