Using all of my willpower, I push his face away. “Okay, seriously,” I say with a giggle.
We make our way back to the pool, hand in hand.
“Are you hungry? Or we can go for a swim?” Andres suggests.
“A dip in the pool sounds great.”
Our lounge chairs are still empty when we get back. There’s no sign of Nadia or her family. Sitting on the side of the large pool, I let my body slide into the water. It feels superb against my sensitized skin. Andres follows me in, and I wrap my body around his, our faces inches apart. He strokes the small of my back with his thumb.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see movement, and I turn right as Carlos cannonballs a few feet away from us, sending a wave of water into my face. I am wiping the water from my eyes when another surge of water smacks into us after Hugo’s tucked form plunged into the water.
Laughing, I wipe my soaked hair out of my face. Like civilized people, Nadia and Julio enter the pool via the steps.
Mrs. Rubio bends down at the side of the pool. “Boys, this isn’t the place for such shenanigans.” The grin on her face tells me she is stating this fact out of obligation, not because she truly cares how they enter the pool.
“Oh, come on, Mom. We are the only ones in here. We are not bothering anyone,” Carlos answers.
“Well, try to behave,” she states before walking back to her lounge chair and a waiting book.
“I think it is time we reestablish our chicken-fight championship!” Nadia exclaims excitedly.
Julio groans.
“I call Nadia!” Hugo yells.
“Damn it.” Carlos appears annoyed.
I look between the guys and see less than amused expressions on Julio’s and Carlos’s faces.
To me, Nadia says, “Due to Julio’s stature, he gets top.” She giggles and wades through the water toward Hugo.
Julio turns to me and gives me a shy grin. “She is saying I’m short.”
“We call winner,” Andres announces. He pulls me in for a chaste kiss.
Nadia is lifted onto Hugo’s shoulders with ease, and with some amusement, I watch as Julio awkwardly steps onto Carlos’s leg before very ungracefully climbing onto his shoulders.
Julio calls out, “Seriously, I don’t care to hold this title. You can take it, Nadia.”
“I second that,” Carlos states as he positions his hands around the front of Julio’s legs.
“Nope. Everyone must try their best. Otherwise, the championship doesn’t mean anything. Best two out of three?” she asks in a perky voice.
“Fine,” Carlos and Julio say in disgruntled unison.
The moment Andres calls the start of the game, all four faces involved are in serious concentration. Carlos steps forward first, allowing Julio to push Nadia back hard. I watch as she plunges backward toward the water, but Hugo has a tight hold on her legs, and she flings herself back upright. When she does, she lunges toward Julio, jabbing him in the side under his arm. He yelps and wiggles on Carlos’s shoulders. Carlos yells at him to stop twisting. Nadia keeps doing this poking action, causing Julio to bend and cover his sides with his hands. The whole sight is hilarious. I am rooting for Julio. I don’t want to be on the receiving end of Nadia’s painful tickling. Carlos’s balance eventually gives way, and the two go down. Nadia raises her hands in victory, and she and Hugo do some sort of winner’s chant.
On the second attempt, Julio takes Nadia down by pulling her to the side in a sharp and quick movement. During the third round, Carlos has a more difficult time keeping steady with Julio on his shoulders, and Nadia and Hugo win. Julio might be of a shorter stature, but he is stocky, easily outweighing Nadia by a good thirty pounds.
Andres lifts me out of the water and onto his shoulders.
“Okay,” I say, “none of that poking action, Nadia! That is playing dirty.”
Nadia laughs. “There are no rules to chicken-fighting, Livi.”
I scrunch my face in an attempt to exude total seriousness. “No poking. I bruise easily.”
“Fine,” she says. “I can take you down regardless.”
“Yeah, good luck with that,” I say teasingly.
Max and I spent the majority of our summers at our grandma’s house on a lake. I am not a chicken-fight virgin.
I bend my body in half, leaning forward, and give Andres an upside-down kiss.
“Seriously?” Carlos asks with annoyance.
“Okay, let’s do this,” Nadia says.
Carlos indicates the start of the game.
Nadia and I grasp hands, pushing and twisting on fairly equal footing. Each set lasts a while with much back and forth. We each take a match by sheer fact that our bases below lost their balance. As we regroup before the third match, Andres engulfs me in a wet hug and kisses below my ear.
“What do you say we take this and get out of here? I need you to myself.”
The husky cadence of his voice sends shivers down my spine.
I kiss him softly on the lips. “I have a couple of tricks up my sleeve.”
The third match begins with another even exchange between Nadia and me.
About thirty seconds into the match, in a high-pitched voice, I yelp, “Ow!”
Nadia stops pushing. “Are you o—”
Before she can finish her question, I push her with as much force as I can, taking her by surprise, and she topples backward into the water.
Coming up from the water, she yells, “That is totally not fair, Olivia! You said, no playing dirty!”
I throw my head back in laughter at her outrage. “No, I said, no poking.”
The thought of being alone with Andres outweighs the smidge of guilt I feel at Nadia’s bruised ego.
“I’m sure you will get us next time.”
“Until then, Liv and I are the champs!” Andres taunts with a huge grin.
“Cheaters.” Nadia attempts to look angry, but she can’t keep her smile from appearing. “Next time, I won’t be so easy on you, Miss Olivia.”
I laugh.
After saying our good-byes, Andres and I catch a cab to his house. We sit in the rear of the yellow cab with our hands entwined and thighs touching as the driver swerves in and out of traffic, making our bodies slide on the slick faux leather seat. I grasp the door as he takes a sharp turn, and I flinch and gasp when I think a boy on a bike is going to cross our path. Thankfully, the boy stops inches before we plow him over.
Andres chuckles at my reactions, finding obvious joy in my animated facial expressions. I can’t get over the driving here. I am sure it is comparable to the driving in any big city, but the speed and frantic recklessness of it sends my anxiety meter to full alert.
Andres leans in and kisses me gently on my neck. He works his way to my ear and pulls gently on the lobe. My eyes close automatically as I take in the pleasure of his smooth lips. My accelerated pulse begins to work its way through my body. His touch, relatively innocent in nature, creates a reaction in my body that I have never experienced before him. I feel a raw, needy, intense longing. Pure desire courses through my entire being. My skin tingles, and my blood is pumping hard. Shivers cause me to quiver though I am the opposite of chilly. There is an intense throbbing, a painful pleasure, where I want him the most.
My breathing is more audible, and I struggle to maintain my composure as I pull my head to the side, breaking his contact with my neck. I squeeze his hand and motion to the driver as I give him my best let’s-not-cause-a-scene-in-the-back-of-the-cab
face. He flashes me his all-too-sexy smile. Despite the short time I have known him, it already has the power to completely disarm me. He clutches my hand firmly in his and places a sweet kiss on my shoulder before leaning his head back against the seat.
The cab drops us off at his house. Andres leads me straight upstairs to his bedroom. Before the door has closed behind us, his lips are on mine, and his hands are forcefully running through my hair, pulling me closer. I’m powerless to his tongue’s delicious assault. Without taking his lips off mine, he picks me up, and my legs wrap around him. He tenderly places me on his bed. My hands begin to unbutton his shirt, and I explore every inch of his delectable hard chest. He pulls off my dress and stops to survey my body.
His steamy blue stare darkens as he scans from my face to my toes with a carnal surveillance. His chest expands vigorously, his breaths mirroring my own. He leans down and gives me a deep kiss on the mouth before he begins planting succulent kisses down my neck.
He whispers, “You”—kiss—“are”—kiss—“so”—kiss—“beautiful.”
He makes his way down to my breasts and unfastens my bra from behind. He carefully slides the straps off my arms. He kisses and sucks and pulls at my nipples, and I think I’m going to detonate from the sensations.
He continues south as his lips cherish my belly and move down my legs. He stops when he gets to my feet, and without taking his eyes off mine, he slides off each shoe, one at a time, and delicately kisses my toes. He then reaches for my underwear and pulls it off. He stands, and in one motion, he unbuttons his jeans and drops them and his boxers to the floor. My eyes widen as I stare at this man standing before me. He’s a man who is apparently destined to model for Calvin Klein.
Oh. My. God. This is really happening
. I am completely elated.
Andres leans over me and inserts first one and then another finger into me, making me groan.
“Oh, baby, you’re so wet. Damn, Liv.” He leans his forehead against my belly as his fingers work inside me.
Pulling his hand out, he reaches over to his side table and produces a foil packet. Making his intent clear, his face searches mine for my response. I nod and give him a subtle smile.
Oh my God. Yes. Yes, please.
He slides the condom onto his incredible length, and I inhale deeply as he slides into me. The sensation is momentarily painful.
“Fuck, Liv. You are so tight. You feel amazing.” Andres’s voice is strained, almost primal.
All of the initial pain fades away, making way for the most incredible sense of fullness, pleasure.
Why did I wait over three years to do this again? I don’t remember it feeling like this before, or I probably
wouldn’t have held out all that time. I close my eyes, relishing every sensation running through my body. Complete warmth and uninhibited enjoyment course through every crevice of my being. It’s simply indescribable.
He laces his fingers through mine, holding our hands out to the sides of my head.
Through his audible breaths, he says, “Open your eyes, Liv. Look at me.”
When I do so, I am caught in his intense stare. Our gazes are locked with one another for a minute, but the intensity of my pleasure is so overwhelming that I have to close my eyes again.
“Please keep them open. I want to see you,” he whispers into my ear before bending to gently bite and suck my earlobe.
With our hands entwined together, our eyes again lock in a passionate stare. He continues to work in and out of me in a delicious cadence. Seeing all his emotions written on his face as our bodies connect is a powerful sensation, and it intensifies my feelings. It’s almost too much, and I want to close my eyes, but I don’t. I watch him fix his midnight-blues on me as he continues the tantalizing movements.
His skin is starting to glisten, and I desperately want to lick every inch of his it. His mouth is open slightly as he inhales and exhales deeply. His lips are so full and inviting. The sight of him moving above me is the most powerful turn-on.
I can feel the buildup rising in my body. I throw my head back, closing my eyes, as my body convulses and shakes in the most magnificent orgasm I’ve ever experienced. My body trembles as Andres pushes quickly into me two more times, and I can feel his release as he buries his face in my neck, grunting through clenched teeth.
“God, Livi.”
His body falls on mine. With our fingers still entwined, we lie there, listening to the sounds of our ragged, heavy breaths.
Andres lets go of my hands and leans on his side, resting on his elbow. He peers at me quizzically for a moment and then kisses me on the forehead. After he disposes of the condom, he lies on his side next to me. He wraps his arms around my waist and nuzzles soft kisses into my hair.
“You are so incredible, Livi. What have you done to me?” He buries his nose into the side of my neck under my ear.
“You are pretty freaking astonishing, too, Andres. God, I’ve been waiting all week for that,” I say matter-of-factly.
He laughs. “Really?”
“Yes, really. I’ve wanted that since the first time I saw you in the club on my first night here. You got me worked up every time I saw you this week, and you always left me wanting you. That’s really not nice, you know,” I say in a mocked angry tone. “You’re lucky you put out tonight. I don’t think I could have waited any longer.”
Andres laughs loudly and gives me his sexy grin, sending shivers through my body.
“I’m sorry, baby. Let me make it up to you.” He leans in and kisses my neck.
My senses are on fire once more. “Yes, please do,” I manage to whisper.
He apologizes to me two more mind-shattering times.
The sky is dark, and the twinkling lights from the city are visible over the rooftop patio outside Andres’s room. My body is humming, completely sated. We are silent as I lie on Andres’s firm chest, his arm wrapped around me. I fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat mixing with the content rhythm of my own.
It takes me a second to realize where I am when I awake. The sun is shining through the window. Andres is still sleeping with his arm and leg wrapped around me. His head is leaning on my shoulder.
Dear Lord, he is gorgeous.
He is like a Greek god in sleep, his body tan and firm, his face peaceful and so breathtaking.
How did I get this lucky?
I sit up and reach for my phone to see it’s ten in the morning. “Crap!”
Andres is now peering at me with a questioning grin. “You okay?” he asks, his eyes sleepy.
“It is ten o’clock! Nadia is probably worried. I never called to tell her that I wasn’t coming back last night.”
He smiles, obviously amused. “I think she is fine. She knows you are with me. Stop worrying and come back here.” He pulls lightly on my arm.