Authors: Bonnie S. Mata
“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?”
He said nothing, only pointed straight ahead.
“Oh my gosh, Pancho! You mean that yellow building over there?” excitement filled her voice. “The one with the circular stone driveway… oh Pancho, it's the bomb!”
“Ha
ha
.” He laughed. “The bomb?” He mocked her, and then glanced back to the hotel.
“Stop making fun of me.” She punched his shoulder. “But yes, this is so classy. The building has a colonial style feel to it.” She read the name, “
Hotel Quinta Real
.”
He drove on the stone driveway and turned off the truck. “Well, here we are. We will stay here, till they open up the U.S. Consulate on Monday.”
She slid over the middle of the seat, and in a sexy voice told him, “You mean all of this for me?”
“Yes. For you and me. I’m looking forward to spending two beautiful days here with you, ordering room service, and making love to you…nice and slow.” He then gave her a peck on her lips.
She bit his bottom lip, maintaining eye contact, and whispered, “I can't wait.”
A bellhop knocked on Pancho's window and asked,
“¿
Se
n
or
, le
estaciono
su
camión
?”
“Let’s get down, so he can park the truck.”
They c
limb
ed
the marble sta
ircase to the spectacular lobby, decorated like
an elegant
,
18
th
-
century country estate, but with all the comforts of a contemporary, modern hotel. Quiet and serene, it
wa
s decorated with Queen Anne chairs, hand-carved museum-worthy archangels and horses
.
“
I'm so
embarrassed to ask you this.” Her eyes avoided his, looking at the
extravagantly arranged bowls of fresh cut flowers
.
He slipped his arms around her waist bringing her in close to him. “You know you can ask me anything. You should know…” he kissed her cheek, and continued, “and should feel that by now.” He leaned into her ear, and whispered, “What is it?” He held his position, until she responded.
She glanced up to see a
cupola
. There was a beautifully painted mural within the dome, of p
layful angels look
ing
down.
She whispered in his ear, as she stared at the angels, “Well, you know how I don't have any money
on me
...” she paused, when he squeezed her waistline with his strong hands. “I was wondering, if you could buy me some deodorant, and maybe a brush for my hair, and…”
Pancho pulled away, shaking his head, cutting her off in mid-sentence. “Look over there. You see, they have a gift shop. Go and see what they have, and buy whatever, I mean
whatever,
you need, and while you're there get some clothes, shoes… whatever you need,
mi
vida
. I’ll be there shortly to pay for everything.”
She released a deep breath in relief, whispering, “Thank you. I'll pay you back, I promise.”
“What?” He wrinkled his forehead, and replied in a serious tone, looking right into her eyes. “What kind of guy do you think I am, Celina?”
She didn't reply, only stared back at him.
“Like I said a few minutes ago… get whatever you need. I'm a big boy, and I do know that I can afford you.”
“I didn’t mean to offend you. I’ve been on my own for a long time, and I’ve…”
He placed his finger over her lips. “That’s enough. Please not another word,
mi
vida
.” He lowered his head, and kissed her once softly. “Okay, now go and find something nice to wear
too
.”
Chapter
39
Are you mine?
Celina had wanted to ask. She wanted to know, but then again didn’t want to be disappointed. But she asked anyway when the elevator door opened.
“Have you stayed here before?” She held her breath.
Please say no. Please say no.
She
clung
to her Victoria
’s
Secret
bag
tightly
.
He smiled. He knew
what she meant. Approaching the door to their room, he waited before opening, and answered her, “No. I have never stayed here before. Not by myself or with anyone else.” He flashed her a big smile, then opened the door. “You are the first.”
Her face flushed. She walked in, with him right behind her.
He shut the door behind them. “I’ve always wanted to stay here. Many times we passed by here as a child, and I always said I wanted to stay here. And as I grew older, my thoughts were still the same. The only difference was, that it would be with someone special.”
He took the bag from her hand, and set it down on a chair. He then walked back to her, and slid his arms around her waist, and looked deeply into her eyes. “And here I am with a gorgeous woman who has cast a spell on me.”
Celina giggled. “I have not put any kind of a spell on you.”
He leaned closer, and pecked at her lips. “Oh yes you have,” he replied, in a serious tone. He kissed her lips, stopping to speak. “I can’t get you out of my head. Since I met you, you are all I think of. I swear you are running through my veins,” he whispered softly.
Her heart nearly strangled her
,
as it raced in her chest and jumped in her throat, upon hearing the words he spoke.
“I didn’t expect that with each passing day… that I would be falling deeper and deeper in love with you. Yes, you heard correctly, I’m in love with you
, Celina
.”
She fluttered her eyelashes, and her eyes welled with tears.
“I know that I have not known you for a long time, but this love for you is so deep, that it literally surpasses my head.” He smiled, running his fingers through her hair. “I’ve never felt this way before, Celina. No woman has ever done this to me. I am completely, body and soul, in love with you.” He looked deep into her eyes, blinking not once. He held his breath, waiting to hear what she would say.
She blinked, and the tears that had welled in her eyes rolled down her cheeks. She was speechless, with a knot in her throat. She wanted to tell him how she felt. How he made her feel. And when she tried to speak, not a word escaped her mouth.
“What happened in the past with you Celina, you need to let it go. It’s time to move on with your life. To live, to love again. I’m not that kind of guy, like the one you had that horrible experience with. So please don’t compare me to him.”
She cleared her throat. “I do want to. I do want to live, and I do want to love again. I don’t want to be alone anymore,” she replied, with a raspy voice.
He leaned, and kissed her lips softly, keeping his eye on her face.
“I choose you. I want you. I want you to be a part of my life.” She finally said what she wanted to tell him.
His heart skipped beats, when he heard her words. His voice was tight, with many emotions tearing through him. He licked her tears, from her cheeks, and then kissed her lips. He kissed her like he had kissed no other woman, sexuality moving in and claiming what he had never claimed before.
She kissed him back, like the hottest caress of a South Texas heat wave, her lips parting beneath his, and her tongue meeting his. Nothing mattered but more. Wiping her mind of everything and just thinking of his touch, his taste. His lips on hers, muttering a hungry moan, vibrating against her lips, as his mouth slanted across hers. His tongue tempted, and teased hers into an excited, erotic duel.
When she arched her slender body like a palm tree in a hurricane, he scooped her into his arms in a quick swift. He carried her to the king size bed, laid her gently on the gold satin comforter, and removed his shirt. “I can’t wait to make love to you properly on this bed. I’m sorry for the hard floor I had you lie on, in the crevice when we made love there.”
She bit her bottom lip, watching him remove the rest of his clothes. “I have no regrets,” she replied, her tone sensual, sexually weak. She removed her clothes slowly, teasing him as he stood and watched.
His heavy-lidded gaze moved slowly over her nude body. Even though he had seen her naked body many times in the crevice, this very moment felt as if it was the first. Cherishing every curve of her body, he couldn’t take his eyes off of his woman. There she lay on the bed waiting for him.
He lightly skimmed his fingers along her curves, and muttered, “You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen, and I am the luckiest guy ever.” He licked his lips.
He laid his hard, muscular body over her petite one, and claimed her with a kiss. His lips slanted over hers, working his tongue in her mouth, until she was moaning.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, spearing her fingers through his hair.
His lips covered hers, and filled her mouth with his tongue. “Oh my God, Celina, you have become an addiction. No matter how many times and how many ways I make love to you, a few hours later, I want you again. All I think of now, is how I want my dick inside your cunt. It like a sickness with me, and I don’t think it’s going away.” His jaw clenched in hunger.
A wicked giggle escaped her as her heart raced. His words made her wet, and made her clit swell. “Pancho, I want you to make love to me, but I want you to promise me that you’ll come inside me.”
His eyes blazing with desire, replied, “Are you serious?”
“Yes I am. I want you to pump, and empty all of your seed inside me.” She stared up at him, unable to break the eye contact.
He took a deep breath. “Okay, but let me ask you this.”
Panting. “Okay, ask me anything.”
“You are mine, Celina?” His voice was seductive, pulling in closer to her.
She melted with his question. To belong to him, would be to be a part of him. “Yours. Yes, I am all yours, Pancho.” She replied, well aware of the words that were tearing from her lips.
A grin came over his face. “There would be nothing better in the world, than to have you as my woman, and fill you with my seed. I’m a grown man, and I am prepared for the consequences.” He lowered his head, and sucked on her nipple, lashing out with heated licks with his tongue.
She arched her back, as his teeth raked the hardened peak, and growled against it. The feel of his mouth was hot and hungry, devouring her nipples, first one, and then the other. He sucked them hard, and greedily.
He relentlessly sucked on them until they were swollen
,
and stiff, until she was gasping
,
groaning
,
and wanting
for him to make love to her
.
She shivered, as the sensation surged, and exploded inside her. Her thighs tightened around his thigh, and she rubbed, and grinded her swollen folds of her sex.
His penis stiffened harder upon feeling her wetness rubbing up against his thigh.
She felt him, thick and hard, anticipating the heavy length of his erection working inside her.
He pressed her legs apart with his, and inserted his penis head against the swollen, saturated folds of her pussy.
She moaned softly in reaction, her eyelids drifting shut.
Heat sizzled in her veins and her hips lifted, wanting more.
“I’m burning alive for you and can’t wait to make love to you much longer.” He gripped her hips, and pulled her to him, until her buttocks rested on his thighs, and her legs curled around his hips.
“Hold on tight now, because I’m going to make you scream my name.” He made slow, easy strokes, burying a little of his erection, before he buried the full length of his cock inside her.
She sucked in air and her eyes widened, when he came in fast, and hard, stretching her. “Pancho!” she screamed his name, as she held on to him.
He licked his lips and shifted his hips, and drove another inch inside her, quick, and hard, gritting his teeth when he hit the hilt. He moved hard, driving thrusts, burying his flesh inside her, again, and again, as if there was no time left on earth, and tomorrow would be the end.