tequila. It works better for
me.”
“I know it does. Why don’t you take a long, hot
shower, then I’ll change the dressing. Then you can drink tequila and sleep.”
He caressed the back of her head, then sifted his fingers through her hair. “Okay. No matter how much I drink, wake me up for supper. I want a steak.”
If he hadn’t been in pain, she would’ve wanted a
kiss, then more. “Sure,” she said.
* * * *
A spectacular sunset filled the western sky with
vivid orange tempered with a rich purple and stark black. A few clouds added some softness. Sara faced it, bare beneath her nightgown and
stretched. She’d slept enough that a
lingering drowsiness remained. Santiago
joined her, his hands warm and heavy on her shoulders. Without turning, she
asked, “Are you hurting less?”
“ Si. It’s still sore, but the pain’s less. Sleeping helped.” His lips burned a slow
trail of kisses across the back of her neck, light yet sensual.
Sara shivered as his hands strayed to her
breasts. He tweaked her nipples, gentle
and yet with purpose.
“I thought you wanted a steak.”
“I do,” he murmured. “But I think an appetizer would
be good, don’t you?”
“It’s more like having dessert first.” Sara yielded
as she faced him. “Kiss me, Santiago.”
He obliged, his mouth as
sweet and hot as chocolate lava cake against her lips. The heat traveled downward into her nipples,
then radiated through her belly. Still
going south, his contagious fever hit her pussy with intense delight. He kissed her deeper until her breath caught
and came short. This time, Santiago kept
his hands still on her body and let his mouth do all the work. He didn’t stroke or caress or touch, just let
his lips evoke a mounting passion.
Her body tingled in response as her need
increased. He teased her with kisses
until Sara ached to scream. Her body
sought completion and release. “You’re killing me,” she whispered with a half
laugh.
Santiago didn’t answer, but he shifted her until
they reached the bed. She fell back onto
it, into the tangled covers they’d vacated, and spread her legs.
When she grasped his stiff cock, it hardened within
her grasp and he groaned. “Now,” he
grunted as he plunged inside her. He
moved with deliberately slow strokes designed to tantalize. The tension within expanded and she pushed
against him, trying to drive him into orgasm. He held back for another few moments and then unleashed his total
force. Her back arched as she came in a
flood of stars, fireworks, and blinding physical joy. Santiago cried out and she sobbed with the
power of their climax.
They rested, silent until the red flush on their
faces faded and their lungs slowed to a normal rhythm. “ Te
amo, la muñequita,” he said. “Now I’m hungry for steak.”
Boneless, sated, and too comfortable to move, she
smiled. “Do I have to get dressed to go down to the restaurant?”
His head shook. “No,” he told her. “There’s room
service for a moment like this.”
* * * *
The thick steaks were tender and rich. Sara savored the taste of both the meat and
the rice served on the side. She failed
to finish her steak so Santiago did and afterward, he sighed.
“I think I have a plan.”
Each word dropped hard, like a tossed pebble against
glass, and reverberated through her. “Is
it dangerous?”
His wicked grin answered before he did. “ Si, very but it might work.”
“Might?” She needed a stronger reassurance from him.
He shrugged. “That’s the best I’ve got. It all hinges on whether or not my identity
is known outside this area. If it is,
then all bets are off and we’re screwed.”
Although she seldom drank anything more than a glass
of wine, Sara reached for his tequila and took a swig. The potent alcohol seared her throat and
burned on its way down. She shuddered
and repeated. Eyes
me.”
“I know it does. Why don’t you take a long, hot
shower, then I’ll change the dressing. Then you can drink tequila and sleep.”
He caressed the back of her head, then sifted his fingers through her hair. “Okay. No matter how much I drink, wake me up for supper. I want a steak.”
If he hadn’t been in pain, she would’ve wanted a
kiss, then more. “Sure,” she said.
* * * *
A spectacular sunset filled the western sky with
vivid orange tempered with a rich purple and stark black. A few clouds added some softness. Sara faced it, bare beneath her nightgown and
stretched. She’d slept enough that a
lingering drowsiness remained. Santiago
joined her, his hands warm and heavy on her shoulders. Without turning, she
asked, “Are you hurting less?”
“ Si. It’s still sore, but the pain’s less. Sleeping helped.” His lips burned a slow
trail of kisses across the back of her neck, light yet sensual.
Sara shivered as his hands strayed to her
breasts. He tweaked her nipples, gentle
and yet with purpose.
“I thought you wanted a steak.”
“I do,” he murmured. “But I think an appetizer would
be good, don’t you?”
“It’s more like having dessert first.” Sara yielded
as she faced him. “Kiss me, Santiago.”
He obliged, his mouth as
sweet and hot as chocolate lava cake against her lips. The heat traveled downward into her nipples,
then radiated through her belly. Still
going south, his contagious fever hit her pussy with intense delight. He kissed her deeper until her breath caught
and came short. This time, Santiago kept
his hands still on her body and let his mouth do all the work. He didn’t stroke or caress or touch, just let
his lips evoke a mounting passion.
Her body tingled in response as her need
increased. He teased her with kisses
until Sara ached to scream. Her body
sought completion and release. “You’re killing me,” she whispered with a half
laugh.
Santiago didn’t answer, but he shifted her until
they reached the bed. She fell back onto
it, into the tangled covers they’d vacated, and spread her legs.
When she grasped his stiff cock, it hardened within
her grasp and he groaned. “Now,” he
grunted as he plunged inside her. He
moved with deliberately slow strokes designed to tantalize. The tension within expanded and she pushed
against him, trying to drive him into orgasm. He held back for another few moments and then unleashed his total
force. Her back arched as she came in a
flood of stars, fireworks, and blinding physical joy. Santiago cried out and she sobbed with the
power of their climax.
They rested, silent until the red flush on their
faces faded and their lungs slowed to a normal rhythm. “ Te
amo, la muñequita,” he said. “Now I’m hungry for steak.”
Boneless, sated, and too comfortable to move, she
smiled. “Do I have to get dressed to go down to the restaurant?”
His head shook. “No,” he told her. “There’s room
service for a moment like this.”
* * * *
The thick steaks were tender and rich. Sara savored the taste of both the meat and
the rice served on the side. She failed
to finish her steak so Santiago did and afterward, he sighed.
“I think I have a plan.”
Each word dropped hard, like a tossed pebble against
glass, and reverberated through her. “Is
it dangerous?”
His wicked grin answered before he did. “ Si, very but it might work.”
“Might?” She needed a stronger reassurance from him.
He shrugged. “That’s the best I’ve got. It all hinges on whether or not my identity
is known outside this area. If it is,
then all bets are off and we’re screwed.”
Although she seldom drank anything more than a glass
of wine, Sara reached for his tequila and took a swig. The potent alcohol seared her throat and
burned on its way down. She shuddered
and repeated. Eyes
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