Chapter Eight
Genevieve
The walk back to Adrián’s cabana carried a different quality than the walk to the fonda. My confidence had increasingly returned as I spent more time with Adrián. He had grown uncharacteristically quiet at the end of our meal, but I coaxed him out of his silence with jokes about my last dates, which sadly had been a long time ago. After a while, Adrián was right back with me, bantering and laughing.
Now we held hands under the moonlight, and I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so blissful. No recent date could compare to this, to how open I already felt with Adrián. I could do this for days, weeks, discovering more about him and about myself, as well. Maybe I could extend my time here, taking three weeks wouldn’t be so bad—Lissette’s commanding voice filtered through me: “Never lose track of the finish line.”
No. No more thoughts of my mom, or anything but living in the moment. That I could do, I was in the best company.
“Sorry for shutting down on you there at the end of the dinner. It’s just...seeing Claudia and Mario reminds me of my parents. They passed away two years ago. Around this same time.”
“I’m so sorry, Adrián. I can’t imagine the loss you feel right now.” I tangled my arm with Adrián’s, bringing our bodies closer together, our hands clasped and fingers intertwined. The night’s heat had settled to a warm breeze, and Adrián’s cologne and his closeness tempted my composure. It was so easy to be with him when we talked and hung out, but the moment my desire reared its head it came with a nervous excitement I didn’t know how to handle. The soft earth and grass muffled our steps as we went off-path taking a different route than before. Soon we were barefoot on the sand, ambling toward two lounge seats directly outside Adrián’s cabin.
Warm low lights illuminated the back sides of the family area, providing enough light to navigate. I refused to show the near pitch dark spooked me. Once we lay on the two beach chairs, with the moon’s reflection on the churning waters in front of us, all fear dissipated. The stars twinkled bright from our vantage point, live art only for the two of us. Adrián reached out and grasped my hand again. Thank God for the semidarkness because he’d caught me cheesing.
“Tell me about your parents,” I asked, ghosting my thumb on top of his.
“They were the best parents anyone could have. I know, I know, it sounds a bit cliché, but it’s true. They owned this little hostel here. Before the renovation, it was just five little cabanas, and the main casita was our house. They never had all five rooms full unless it was carnival season, and even then, they sometimes dropped their rates to get people in. This was the type of spot that was very hard to find if you didn’t know about it.”
“Damn, I can imagine, a little outside of the city but so far away simultaneously.”
“Yeah, well they were always struggling financially, but Claudia and I never knew the struggles. I mean, we knew we were poor, but hey, everyone in Aguimar is poor. And we lived in paradise. My parents were always around. My mom helped us with homework, and my dad played ball with us and showed us how to plant a new crop around the perimeter of the property. Every day it was an adventure with them, but we were safe and loved. Their last years... I wasn’t as present as I’d liked.”
“Mmm, it’s hard when we grow older, we go and experience our own lives. I get it. I mean, I wish I could sometimes have some space from my mom.” I chuckled trying to chase away the anxiety that crept up at the thought of Mom. I hadn’t checked my text messages, but I was certain she’d probably sent a few pointed ones about her thoughts on this escapade.
“You’re not close with your mom?” Adrián asked, picking up on my change of tone. Oh, that was lovely. Outside of Gino, I wasn’t sure I knew of men being so in tune as Adrián. Having that connection intertwined with our attraction increased the intensity of every word, of each of Adrián’s gestures. With Adrián, his perceptiveness sparked tingles in my fingers, and warmth in my chest. And don’t get me started with the pulsing between my legs.
How? How was this man making me think with my private parts instead of my head? We were talking about my mother and I ended up lusting after him.
“We are...we are. But our relationship is...she is my mentor, guiding light, and support...and sometimes I’m her biggest disappointment.” I shrugged, letting the waves crashing against the sand cover up the pain behind my last words.
“Seems to me like every parent I’ve ever known,” Adrián said. He got it was a sore subject. Based on what he’d just said about his parents, he was trying to be nice; I hated platitudes but again Adrián seemed to be in a league of his own, and I melted by his gentleness.
“Yeah, well, imagine that being your only parent. My dad...he’s not much of a dad.” That was the kindest way I could describe my sperm donor. As a child I loved his spirit. He was the exciting parent, the one to take me on adventures. But my mother? She was the solid one. The one that made sure food was on the table, and a roof over our heads. I was so thankful that I recognized the family dynamic for what it was in my earlier years, even if I sometimes yearned for the type of carefree energy my father brought to the two of us. “My mom...she’s that type of person that can do it all. She’s mentored so many Black professionals, especially women. Whenever people find out I’m her daughter it’s this ‘ohh, aww’ moment. You know how parents usually complain about being called ‘so and so’s mom?’ Well, I’m Lissette Raymond’s daughter. And I’m so proud to be her daughter, I am, but it’s like I’m always striving to break the next glass ceiling.”
Saying all of this out loud conveyed way more than I had planned to share. After seeing Adrián with his family, my own relationship with mom felt sterile. No, no, no. No more overanalyzing. More being in the moment.
Adrián sat in his lounge chair, legs relaxed, hands behind his head, his face a mask of serenity. His tongue slid out to moisten his bottom lip, and I held back a groan. He couldn’t be aware of how sexy he was. There was no way.
Suddenly we were too far apart. Possessed by Hot Girl Genevieve, I stood up, and changed seats, joining Adrián in his beach chair. I lined up my head close to his chest, my legs tangling with his to ensure we both fit on the seat.
“I was thinking maybe we can cuddle?” I asked once settled.
“I promised you, you’d have the time of your life. If cuddling is what you want. Cuddling is what you get,” Adrián said, welcoming me in his arms. Anytime we held hands or hugged, my nerves decreased. My awkwardness receded. I tested the theory now and relaxed my body next to Adrián’s, his rich woodsy cologne welcoming me. I laid my head on his chest, and we both sighed, content.
“When I invited you to come with me, I never dreamed I’d lie with you on the same chair on the first night,” he confessed.
“Well, I didn’t think I’d sleep in the same bed with you.”
Adrián’s even breath stopped under my ear, and I propped my head to stare at him. To bask in his charm and beauty. His rich beard and pouty lips were the first things I focused on. His proud broad nose seemed to be doing double duty. Might he be feeling what I was feeling? Then his sultry deep brown gaze hit me square in my lower parts.
“If I lie next to you tonight, there will be no sleeping involved,” he warned.
That’s when I noticed the hardness growing against my hip. I liked how he said that as a statement—a promise.
“Who said I need sleep?” I whispered, ghosting a hand over Adrián’s stomach, luxuriating on the ridges of his carved abs. The smooth skin right where his shirt met his pants made my fingers tingle. I caressed him there, making his breath hitch. He had that sexy V, and I pressed there, discovering that Adrián was ticklish.
He barked a laugh that turned into a grunt as I continued my travels, fingers shaking as I traversed the planes of his skin under the shirt. Hot flesh enticed me to follow until I reached one nipple and pinched it. Adrián’s groan awakened a recklessness I’d only experienced last night when slightly intoxicated in his company. And this morning when Hot Girl Gen appeared.
“Woman! You haven’t even kissed me, and you’re tweaking my nipples.”
Laughter fizzled out until I was in stitches. Adrián’s sturdy arms held me close as he shook with his own laughter. I burrowed, closer, loving how delicious his rumble journeyed through my body.
“I was waiting for you to kiss me,” I finally managed to get out between giggles as our laughs subsided.
“Were you, huh?” Adrián’s deep brown heavy gaze fired me up in the dim light, and the touch of his golden-bronze skin felt like smooth velvet under the moonlight. His plump, juicy lips were slightly parted as if they divined what was coming. The slopes and dips of his compact arms flexed as if he struggled not to squeeze me, and a rush of liquid confidence settled in my panties.
“Yes. I was,” I whispered.
“I needed to be sure you were ready.”
The congregation of our lips felt like a burst of pure energy settling into its perfect flow. Inexplicable and spectacular. Air departed my lungs with no signs of return. I’d always scoffed at the idea of being breathless after a kiss, but Adrián Nicolas hadn’t kissed me back then. Now I understood what I’d been missing all along.
When Adrián slowed down our kiss, I whimpered, a deep yearning driving my every movement.
“Wait, wait. Let me take you inside. I want to see you properly,” Adrián whispered as I frantically pulled at any piece of fabric available. I needed him, and I needed him now.
“Okay, okay,” I reluctantly agreed, watching Adrián stand and offer his hand to pull me up. My legs were unsteady, the force of my desire so inexplicable. It had crashed into me, consuming all my thoughts. Again, Adrián uncovered sides of me I wasn’t aware existed.
“Steady...you know what?” Adrián’s large bulk came on glorious display as he pushed me into him, hooking his arms under my legs. Air and his arms were the only things underneath me, as my chest pumped fast, adrenaline taking over. Adrián carried me from the beach chairs to the back of his cabana. Still desperate for more of him, I pressed my lips on his neck, making him shiver.
“If you keep that going, I’ll have to fuck you right here outside,” Adrián’s voice rumbled, and I wanted this giddy sensation he created to last forever. With impressive strength, he slid the door one-handed, his large warm hand planted firmly under my ass. I was no wilting flower. I was all flesh, bones, and Sunday soul dinners, and carrying me here was no small feat. And this man managed to make me feel full of helium.
Adrián tossed me on the bed, the softness of the mattress cushioning my fall. Adrián’s predatory glint made me scramble back until I met the headboard. Things were about to get real.
“Are you sure you want this?” Adrián asked, and he cupped the length currently printed on his board shorts. Did he even realize what he had asked and what he’d done simultaneously? Because I had and...damn!
“I, well, yes.” The awkward shyness tried to sneak into my brain. Nooo, I needed my brazenness back.
“It’s okay. I can sleep on my sofa bed.” Adrián’s face shifted to tenderness, and I wanted that heated gaze on me again. I craved it. Chasing the high before it dissipated, I pulled my shirt and tank top off, throwing them on the floor, then I hooked my fingers on my leggings, bringing them and my underwear down.
Adrián paused midstride and his languid contemplation flickered from the top of my head down to my pinky toe and ended on my face.
“Everything I dreamed and more,” he whispered, and my heart short-circuited.
He dropped his board shorts and divested himself of his tank top with equal expediency, uncovering more and more of his beautiful golden-brown skin, then stalked toward me with his heavy dick bobbing with each step, until he ended next to the bed. I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped, and I crossed my legs.
Now that’s what you bring to the table, but could I withstand such a gift?
Adrián chuckled and cupped himself, then ran his hand over his length again.
“Go ahead, touch it. You know you want to.” He taunted me, and I couldn’t believe his brazenness. Even better, I couldn’t believe how much I loved it.
With a dry mouth and trembling fingers, I hovered over his belly button, eliciting a groan from him. Warm, smooth flesh greeted me, and everything in me clenched as Adrián bobbed heavily in front of me. Attempting to alleviate my dry mouth, I licked my bottom lip.
Adrián’s desperate growl resounded in the room, startling me out of my lust-induced trance, and before I knew it, he bent over and captured my lips again, proving how wrong I was about the effects of a once-in-a-lifetime kiss.
Adrián’s beautiful body weighed me gently down on the mattress, his cologne enveloping me, and I shivered as his warm chest met mine, as our waists aligned together, and as his hand skated down between my legs to discover me wet and open for him.
“I wanted to take my time with you, but... I...”
This time I stole the kiss as his hands wandered all over my body, his fingers awakening something foreign and wondrous in me. I didn’t know it could be like this. I hadn’t known.
“I... How experienced are you?” he asked into my lips and I stiffened at the question.
“What do you mean?”
“I want to ensure I don’t go to the deep end too fast. Is there anything you don’t like doing?” What did he mean by that? Was there a long list of things that could be done, and should I know what to remove? I’d had flings and relationships in the past, but it was always similar experiences. I had a limited point of reference.
“Oh, well, just the regular stuff, you know. The regular stuff is just fine.”
Again, the rumble of his laughter made me high with endorphins, and the feel of his skin against mine grounded me. All it took was for us to be touching, and everything felt right.
“Okay, we will do the regular stuff for now...” He smirked and pressed his brawny frame over mine. I ogled as he touched himself, again wondering how I’d make this work, but I was determined to go down trying.
“Okay...” Regular stuff?
“I have condoms, and I tested after my last person, do—”
“It’s alright I’m on birth control, and as we have established, this is not something I do all the time, not since my last test. I’m...good without condoms if you are, okay?” I attempted to hide my face, but he didn’t let me.
“Okay, look at me, look at me, Preciosa. I know you’re nervous, but I promise I will make you feel good. I’m alright without condoms only if you are truly okay. Remember, best time of your life.”
Why did we have to talk so much? I needed him, even though I was way over my head with Adrián, but he silenced my thoughts when his hardness slid inside my core, and for the third time tonight, my breath seized in my lungs.
“Breathe, breathe,” Adrián coached me. Fuck, he stretched me so good. I took a breath, relaxing around his length. Already I felt full of him, his dangerous strokes shallow but oh so delicious.
Every time I thought he’d bottom out he gave another inch until I was panting, eyes closed, lost in the pleasure of Adrián’s body over mine. We’d been dancing the whole day straight to this inevitable end. An outburst of quivers spread through me, and even then I widened my legs to receive all of Adrián.
“Don’t close your eyes. Stay with me, Genevieve,” Adrián ordered, and I moaned as he finally bottomed out.
Our gazes locked, Adrián’s heated one promising untold pleasure and ecstasy.
And then he proceeded to deliver.
His relentless but measured strokes drove me higher and higher. I writhed under Adrián, helpless to let him take over with his punishing pace. His stroke was perfection, his pubic bone hitting against mine, stimulating my clitoris for enhanced sensation.
“You feel so good, Preciosa...estás que chorreas. So fucking wet,” Adrián murmured in my ear, and damn, he activated the next level in my lust for him. I lifted my legs, wrapping them around Adrián’s hips, forcing a deep hiss out of him.
The move opened me up more to him, and his angle shifted slightly; soon, he was pressing against a bundle of pure pleasure. Every thrust galvanized me, and Adrián’s rhythm started losing any rhyme or reason as we both approached the end.
“Stay with me, Preciosa. I want you to come first,” Adrián urged, his stunning face twisted in pure concentration. His arms tensed up, and he swooped down to kiss me. Vibrations erupted inside me, from where we met to my chest, and the slip and slide of our tongues was the final nudge I needed to fall over the cliff.
“I...yes...yes,” I moaned as pure unadulterated ecstasy wracked through me. Chasing his loss of control, I grounded my hips against Adrián, the scent of sex and wet sheets overpowering in the room. Adrián came with a roar that shook the sliding door glass as he pulsed inside of me. The force of his orgasm caused me to come again, and I floated away in a cloud of desire, letting all the hang-ups of the day be gone.