Chapter 16 #2
“Absolutely,” she agrees. We keep swaying around while dinner heats up, and when the song ends I twirl her into a deep dip.
My lips meet hers, and there is a new layer to it after we more openly talked about where our respective heads are at.
Her arms wind around my neck and I slant my head to deepen the kiss.
Our tongues tangle, and it’s only the timer beeping that manages to bring me back down to earth.
We take out the pupusas and dress them with the toppings before diving in.
The cats have been watching us since Tania got home, and now they’re circling like vultures demanding their dinner.
Tania gets up and feeds them once she finishes eating, and we quickly clean up the kitchen.
Once everything is situated I switch songs on my phone and pull her to me again.
I’m eager to pick up where we left off before the timer went off.
She smiles as we start swaying again, and I lower my head to taste that stunning smile.
She kisses me back, her hands raking through my hair before lacing around my neck to deepen it.
I lift her so her legs also wrap around me, cupping her glorious ass while our tongues move together feverishly.
Again, I feel like this is different from how we’ve ever kissed before.
It’s as though there’s been a layer peeled away between us and now we get to be with each other in full technicolor.
The glowing olive of her skin, the shine of her silky black hair, the brightness of her beautiful brown eyes, her quickening breaths, the feel of her in my arms, it’s all heightened for me.
I wonder if it’s the same for her. She’s looking at me like it is when we pull away to breathe.
Her eyes are glazed, lips puffy and pink, and I am gone.
I start carrying her toward the bedroom as she clings to me like a koala, a giggle escaping her at my purposeful steps.
“Is this ok? Are we doing this?”
“Oh yes,” she replies, kissing my neck.
“You’re sure?”
“Very.”
I shut the door so as not to have any kitty voyeurs and let her down, making sure she slides against every inch of me, feeling how much I want her.
She reaches for my pants to untie the drawstring while I reach back to pull my shirt over my head.
Then I gently lift her uniform top over her head while she kicks out of her pants.
I kick off mine too, and only our underwear is between us.
She clocks the growing and painfully hard bulge in my black boxer briefs and her pupils blow wide open.
Her pink lace panties and matching bra have my mouth watering.
I notice two small tattoos, one on her right side just above her hip, and one just above her bra on the left by her heart, that I must have missed when I was half asleep and buried between her sweet thighs.
Her sleep shirt had still been on, now that I think about it.
This isn’t the time to ask about them, but I’m curious about the cluster of stars on her side, and I can guess at the meaning of the P & V 7/27/04 over her heart.
I do another slow perusal of her perfection before bringing her closer and bracketing her face.
“You are so stunning, mi sueno,” I breathe as we start kissing again. It’s languid and searching this time, like we’re discovering each other all over again with our layers stripped away. This is raw, honest, and I can’t get enough. My hand drifts down to cup her ass and her breath hitches.
“Am I going to find you soaked through these pretty panties?” I ask as I move my hand between us to touch her.
She whimpers in the affirmative as I run my fingers along the lace covering her up.
Her panties are an absolute mess, and I’m internally beating my chest like some caveman.
The little breathy sounds she’s making, her whimpers, the way she starts writhing her hips when I touch her, it’s all making me completely feral.
I can feel my heart pounding so hard that I’m surprised it’s not physically leaving my chest. Moving her onto the bed, I prowl over her as she lies down.
I inhale her jasmine and white tea scent while I nibble and suck on her neck.
Her legs and arms wrap around me like she can’t bring me close enough as she lavishes kisses along my jaw and runs her tongue up the column of my throat.
Finally I move down her body and pull at the waistband of her panties.
She lifts her hips to help me take them off of her and I toss them aside.
Her bra goes next and finally, finally, I am seeing Tania Castillo completely naked.
I’m not a religious man, but this is what I imagine a religious experience is like.