Chapter Twenty-Five
Genevieve
The beauty of a sunset cruise was we were home by nine. The car ride home was filled with ideas of how we could showcase Villa Bonita online. I told him all about my concepts, of the things I had been journaling and that now had become my dreams, and Adrián received it all with such a bright grin he magically lifted my spirits.
At this point, I was convinced I could sell those smiles as pick-me-ups in the pharmacy and make a fortune.
Thoughts of what our wedding could be taunted me with vivid images of Adrián dressed in white, the warm sand under my feet, the breeze rustling around my hair as I held his hands, but I let go of that dream for now to live in the present.
Whenever we were in Aguimar, and I had focused on the present, I opened myself to the most wonderful memories of my life. I had stopped doing that. I’d been living in my head, full of troubles and worries, pending decisions and changed lives. Adrián had guided me through a softer way of living, but none of that would work if I didn’t embrace it physically and mentally.
So, refocusing on the present, I turned all my attention on my plans for the end of the night. Before we sat on the sofa, I deployed part one.
“Adrián, so sorry. Could you get us ice cream?”
“Ice cream? We ain’t got none in the fridge.”
“I know.” I tried pouting to avoid the smile that threatened to come out. He hadn’t slipped in a minute. Holding my smile didn’t feel comfortable, so it probably came out as a cringe smirk. Great, real hot girl behavior.
“What’s that face? No need to do all of that. You know I got you.” Yup, sexy, I was really putting it on right now.
Minutes later, Adrián was out of the apartment, and I sprinted to get things in place.
He’d learned to navigate this part of the city pretty well, so I had limited time.
Twenty minutes later, the scene was set. The door opened, and in walked my future husband, looking scrumptious in his outfit.
“Hey, Preciosa, I have... What is this?” he asked in awe.
The living room glowed with many lanterns, an amber hue transforming it into a magical hideaway. In the middle, I had removed the coffee table and layered blankets and pillows. I sat in the middle of the blankets with spoons on one side and oil on the other.
“A night where we take our time, finally,” I said.
“Yes, that, yes.” He gave me a mischievous grin that hit me right in my feelings and other areas. “What you’re wearing is...wow,” he said, removing his shoes and approaching me.
“You like?” I stretched my legs, showcasing my onesie. Black with gold hearts, a little tighter than my usual, with a zipper in the front for when things got steamy, and another surprise left for him to figure out.
“Do I like it? Listen, you could be wearing a burlap sack covered in angry ants, and I would love you. When you grow gray in your temples, and your laugh lines become wrinkles, I will love you even more.”
Waterfalls, waterfalls everywhere.
“Come here.” I pulled him, and he settled on the blankets bringing the ice cream. We sat facing each other, me crisscrossed, and him sprawled on a mountain of pillows. Even though he was familiar with every inch of my body and I his, he still sparked a firework show in my belly.
“So, did you really want the ice cream?”
“Do you not know me?”
He opened up the butter pecan, the only right flavor, and grabbed one of the spoons, feeding me.
“Today was unforgettable. Outside of my trip with you, I don’t remember enjoying my time, unbothered, relaxed, just having a good time—zero stress. And how our week panned out with our new routines, and...it’s all just right. You always say I’m rushing through things, through life, so I want us to take our time tonight.” I wanted to embrace it all—mind and body—leave all the worries behind while we were together. But I didn’t need to say it out loud. He understood.
“You know I’m all for that.” Adrián pressed a butter pecan–flavored kiss on my lips. Our tongues met in a sensual play, a give-and-take, a leisurely exploration that left us with me on top of Adrián. His hard body supported mine, my heart beating so fast in complete abandon, ignoring the slow pace I was trying to achieve.
Adrián’s hand slid up my thighs, up my ass, and he pulled back from our kiss, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake.
“Excuse me, se?orita, what’s this?” Adrián groaned, his hooded gaze making my belly swoop.
“Easy access,” I said to him and dissolved in needy laughter as he nuzzled my neck, the heat between our bodies increasing as the passion between us crescendoed.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I complained.
“Says the woman wearing a full-body onesie,” he joked but complied when I glided my hands up his stomach as he unbuttoned his shirt. In a concerted effort, Adrián ended up in his boxers, just as I wanted.
“I want to try something. I want to...” I slid down his body raining kisses, as he lounged against the pillow fort.
“Whatever you want, it’s yours, Preciosa.” He couldn’t know how that sounded. He couldn’t know how delicious he looked with his flexed arms behind his head, his mahogany skin smooth to the touch.
Hooking my fingers in his boxers, I removed them, the final frontier between me and my ultimate goal. He bobbed out magnificently. I never had such a need to taste, kiss, and indulge.
And indulge I did; I went in, raining pecks on the head of his erection, encouraged by the moans and groans coming from Adrián.
“Mmm, yes, Preciosa. I love how you love me with your mouth,” he moaned, ghosting his hand over my hair. Any other time or person, I would have disliked it, but right now, it made me feel powerful. Gathering my courage, I caressed his balls, then traveled farther. Taking a brief detour, I grabbed the oil and moistened my hand, anxious for what I planned to do. I took him in my mouth again, savoring his salty skin and cupping his balls. When my finger pressed that spot, Adrián’s erection grew harder in my mouth, his hips jerking upward in what I hoped was excitement.
“Wow, okay...we ready to explore?” he asked, giddy.
Without pausing, I swirled my tongue around his frenulum, taking time to massage his perineum.
“Fuuck, Preciosa, you’re gonna have to stop. You’re going to make me burst. Please,” he begged, igniting a bolt of electric heat between my legs. I kept going, my pace matching Adrián’s heavy breathing and his hips’ movement until all he did was gasp, growl, and moan.
“Preciosa, I’m about to come, ohhhh.” Adrián exploded in ecstasy, his taste flooding my mouth, his body trembling under me.
“Mmm.” I wiped the corner of my mouth and yelped when Adrián pounced on me; my adrenaline went from a five to a ten. He drugged me with his kisses, the sensual swipes of his tongue loosening my muscles and widening my legs under him. His blunt hardness pressed on my belly, and I loved the contrast of his solid planes against my yielding flesh.
“Okay, it’s my turn now to drive you wild,” he whispered between kisses that had me searching for his lips for more and more.
With impressive dexterity and some help from me, Adrián arranged us so that we ended up with him sitting against the pillows and me between his spread legs.
Adri dragged a finger of each hand in a maddening path from the shells of my ears down the side of my neck. His breath kissed my pulse, teaching it to accelerate kinesthetically by his will and desire. His digits kept trailing down my collarbone, down the vulnerable skin between my breasts, then the sound of the onesie’s zipper pulled straight to the tips of my nipples, making them tingle.
Anticipation swirled in the room as our breathing synchronized, the pull of our love at the forefront of every sensation he created. Adrián’s warm palms tickled my nipples, stealing a gasp.
“Let me worship you, show you how much I love you,” Adrián said.
“Yes,” I moaned, helpless to deny him anything.
The teasing touches built up to deliberate caresses on the undersides of my breasts. He weighed them in his hands, attempting to cup them, but they overflowed. I shivered, my breasts heavy, in need of his firm touch. His sensual massage made my skin prickle with goose bumps, the throbbing between my legs becoming an insistent anthem I could no longer ignore. He plumped, tickled, pulled my nipples, and caressed until I squirmed. Every nerve ending seemed to connect to my tits directly, and I couldn’t take it anymore; I rubbed my legs, chasing the building orgasm.
“Let it take you away. You’re so magnificent, Preciosa. Your tits on my hands are a work of art.”
I sneaked a peek at the amber glow of the candles, which made our skin glimmer bronze under the touch of the light. In searching for my nirvana, I undulated my hips against his hard dick, which had risen again. The scent of our arousal lingered, alluring in the air as I inhaled, attempting to slow down. Being in the moment, being present here with Adrián, not chasing the next high but allowing every sensation to sink in was overwhelming my senses. My breathing accelerated, my heart tripping in my chest, unable to hide my body’s trembling under his touch.
Never had I been so stimulated by breast play; only Adrián, sorcerer extraordinaire, with his encouragement, love, and his sensuality, could accomplish this feat. Now I understood his comment on our first time. This wasn’t just sex. This was a communion of minds, intimacy enhanced, a marriage of hearts. This wasn’t just scratching an itch; this was vulnerability, trust, and raw emotions.
“Breathe, Preciosa, take a deep breath. Let it course through your body. Surrender,” he coaxed me. He flicked my nipples, then pinched them. The pain-pleasure activated a new level of sensation I wasn’t ready for, and I whimpered at how good everything felt. A rush of liquid heat invaded my veins, and wetness gushed from my core. I took a deep breath, and the buildup of the orgasm transformed into something else.
“Open up your legs, Preciosa, let it take you,” Adrián instructed, and when I didn’t react right away, he nudged my thighs apart until I hooked them over his.
Levitation was the best way to describe it all; every hair in my body stood at attention, my brain fogged, only dopamine driving me now. Without any stimulation on my pussy, my orgasm exploded through my body. My legs shook, my belly contracted, then released; everything relaxed as the climax commanded my body; light flashed in my eyes until I had to close them, and all through it, Adrián continued to talk to me.
“Fuck, Preciosa. So good. Mira como te dejas llevar. You’re a champ. Yes,” his voice growled deep, and as I gathered control of my limbs, he completely unzipped the onesie. Cold air kissed my flesh as he sank his finger into my soaking channel. I hadn’t realized how empty I felt until he easily glided three fingers inside; his other hand pressed my lower belly. Something clicked, and I proceeded to ride his hand with abandon.
“Dale, Preciosa, give me another one, one more for me.” His deep voice did unspeakable things to my sanity. I liked micromanaging in every aspect of my life but this one. Here I wanted him to lead me through every step, cheer me through every win, take me to another climax as my body was wracked by pleasure, my vagina clenching his fingers, desperate for more.
“More, please more,” I begged, and Adrián didn’t disappoint.
“Remind me to get you ten more onesies with this flap thing,” he growled, then pushed me forward to undo it so that my lower part was more accessible.
Before I could take another breath, he lifted me as if I was made of air, then plunged inside of me as if I was composed of water. Close enough—my pussy was dripping wet, and his thickness glided effortlessly in and I shivered as I accommodated his length. Somehow, he felt more...significant than usual, and that was saying something. I’d never had sex in this position, but there was always the first time on the saddle.
“Remember, slow, grind on it, Preciosa. Make me beg for it,” he coached.
Say less. At this point, I had come enough that I could take my time. Remembering the beats of the drums in Aguimar, I let a faraway rhythm guide me, letting the spirit of my love for Adrián lead the way.
We got lost in the most intimate dance; every undulation of mine met with a deep thrust of his, every one of my moans mingling with his desperate groans. The melody of wetness surrounding flesh reminded me of how well Adrián fit me in every regard. Time became unmeasurable, nonexistent as we gave each other the pleasure of a thousand lives together.
“Genevieve, te amo. Take me, Preciosa.” Adrián barely got the words out, more a grunt than anything else. I rested my body against his chest, one hand of his on my neck, his mouth pressed against my shoulder, his other hand on my clit. The mental fog returned, and I knew what to do. Relaxing it all, I gripped Adrián’s length one last time as he drove inside me with abandon, and I faded away in the most glorious orgasm as Adrián imbued me with his warmth.
“Such a magnificent girl. Mi amor.”