“Umm. Thank you.” She licked her lips and kept eating.
“It’s amazing you're going to be a doctor. I can’t study like that because I can’t sit still. I like to build things. I’m more of a hands-on type of guy.”
“I can see that.” She glanced over my forearms. “So when did you start with the bikes and hey, by the way, what happened to the warehouse you went to look at?”
“Good memory. I got it and that’s where I’m starting to repair bikes. I’m leasing it for now. I used to help my father repair bikes in his backyard. He played a huge part in that.”
“Cool,” she said with a smoldering glance that made my veins burn like hot coals. I watched her lips connect with the wine glass and sip. I felt a brushing sensation under the table. Misty’s bare foot was sliding up and down my leg. I caught her leg mid-calf and kneaded a little.
“Mmm,” she moaned, closing her eyes.
“Feel good, baby?”
“Real good.” Her sensual gaze met mine as we left our plates and I pulled away from the table. She moistened her lips and her chest began rising and falling. I beckoned her to come sit on my lap. She straddled me and wrapped her legs around the chair. Her silkened locks smelled of fresh shampoo as I pushed them back from her face. Her slender arms slid into the back of my hair.
“I love your wild hair,” she murmured.
“Thank you.” I found an opening on her neck and kissed her there lightly. She parted her lips in desire. I focused on the fullness of her lips as my hands cupped her buttocks. I slid her forward so we fit together tighter. Chest to chest, hearts beating together. The soft melodic mood music in the background only heightened the magic of the moment. I took over her lips, prising them open and tasting their velvety fire. Our tongues danced as one. She arched her back and moaned in pleasure as I fondled her breasts. The assault of kisses to her neck made her buck against me, letting me know she was ready for more.
“Misty. I want you,” I growled, my manhood rising from primal desire. Her olive-green eyes sparked with Spanish fire.
“Then let’s go.” She nibbled my ear as I lifted her straight up from the chair and carried her to my bedroom. She laughed with glee and it made me smile.
“You’re so sexy. I swear to God.”
“So are you, papi.”
I swiftly strode to the bedroom and let her slide down from my hands. She unbuttoned my shirt with her slender fingers as I lifted her top out of her pants. I worked out of my jeans and she started to take hers down.
“Wait, let me.” I pulled them down her legs as she shifted backward on the bed in her g-string. She signaled with her finger and I crawled on top of her like a hungry lion ready for his feast. I could barely suck in enough oxygen from the internal fire I had for her. She splayed her hands across my chest as I nibbled down her neck. She shivered from my touch, very responsive. I unclipped her bra and bent my head to suck and lick her swollen buds. I circled there for a moment until I felt both had been satisfied. She cried out in delight and lifted her body for more. I stroked her stomach as I kissed all the way to her belly button, pausing there and circling with my tongue. My cock strained under the fabric of my underwear, but I was more interested in Misty’s pleasure first. I slipped her out of her g-string and placed my fingers into her hot entry door to paradise, to check the temperature. She gasped in shock and parted her ocean for me to dive into. Misty was hot. moist and ready for me. She tunneled her fingers into my hair as I caressed her inner thigh with my lips. She writhed in frustration as I stayed there for a minute.
“You’re teasing me,” she moaned with primal urgency.
“Hold still.” I parted her with my tongue and slid my hands under her buttocks for maximum entry. I let my tongue flutter and move more gently. At first I increased the pressure and drove my tongue deep inside her flower. Just when I thought she wouldn’t be able to take it anymore, I located her most sensitive spot and began the slow flicking of my tongue, sending a torpedo of an orgasm rippling through her body. Her eyes were closed tight and the sweet release made her call out.
Her feline eyes opened with dark eroticism as I stepped out of my underwear. My erection stood full mast. I reached to my side drawer for a condom and rolled it on quickly. Misty’s eyes widened with feverish desire. I lifted her legs to my shoulder, holding her feet. I gave her ankle a passionate love bite and she moaned. I penetrated her sleek walls, finding a solid rhythm as her breasts bounced in time with the impact. Her breath was out of control now as I thrust into her hot furnace. Her primal Spanish fire charged as she pushed her buttocks against me and bit down on her lip and guttural sounds came out. More friction, more heat and sweat beads covered us both.
“Harder, papi!” she groaned with desperation. I leaned over her, grabbing her buttocks and driving deeper and faster. She pulled my hair with one hand and I pinned the other. It was impossible to hold on to control as her face contorted with ecstasy and an explosion ripped through my cock, taking me over the edge. Misty’s cries rang out with mine simultaneously as I felt her internal walls clamp down around me in orgasm. I lay on top of her with a raspy breath, eventually rolling off, seeing stars on the ceiling. She stroked my chest with the back of her hand.
“Just what the doctor ordered,” she cooed. We both laughed as I scooped her to me, kissing her cheek.
“You’re so wonderful, Misty,” I said quietly.
She lifted her arm around my head and stroked. “So are you,” she murmured, and we fell asleep in each other's arms just like that.
EIGHT
MISTY
Merced, the place known as Our Lady of Grace. If it wasn’t for my studies I’d be somewhere else. But lying in Diego’s bed, I knew Merced was the place I needed to be for now. Light streamed in the window behind us as I nestled in the crook of Diego’s arm, dozing peacefully. He woke me up with a kiss.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, stroking my bare back.
“Good morning.” I shielded my eyes under his arm, not wanting to get up. He showered me with kisses, curling his arm around me. I giggled. “Noooo, I don’t wanna get up!” The sound of the radio alarm clock came on and Diego reached with his free hand to stop it.
“Baby, don’t you have to go to class this morning? I can’t let my doctor be late for class.”
I groaned in irritation a little more as I stayed in the fetal position, reveling in the comfort of the bed. I was feeling too floaty to go to class. Diego was up now and looking over my face.
