He took her hand and put it around his erection. “Then touch me, mi mujer caliente. Touch me.
Gloria put both her hands around Eduardo’s cock. It hardened and lengthened as she stroked it. She slowly moved her palms up and down.
“Sí, Gloria, sí. Hmmm, sí, like that. Just like that.”
“I want to do more than this,” Gloria whispered.
She rose from the bed and knelt at the end of it. Eduardo looked at her and a smile spread across his face. He scooted down and sat on the edge so that Gloria’s head was between his thighs. She ran her hands up and down his legs. Then she lowered her head to his groin and kissed the tip of his cock. She licked softly at the salty sweetness of his pre-cum. She slid her tongue along the shaft and down to his balls, lightly kissing them both. Eduardo’s hips shivered and she heard him draw in a sharp breath.
Gloria smiled and drew each of the heavy balls into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them. Eduardo hissed between his teeth. Gloria released his balls and kissed her way back up the shaft, swiping her tongue across the hard heat. Reaching the bulbous head, she drew it into her mouth. She looked up at Eduardo and smiled at him with her eyes. He caressed her shoulders and returned her smile.
Continuing to gaze up at him, Gloria licked around the head of his cock. She reveled in the taste and feel and scent of his sex. As she watched the passion flood his face, her heart swelled with the knowledge she was giving him such pleasure. She slid her tongue around the head and drew it into her mouth.
Eduardo adjusted his hips, his hands on her head as the two of them worked together until all of his cock was deep in her mouth. She slowly pumped her mouth up and down, her tongue swirling around the thick heat of him.
His hands tightened around her head. “¡Dios! ¡Lo siente bien! Yes, faster, baby, faster!”
Gloria moved her mouth faster.
“¡Dios! I’m going to come! ¡Dios!”
She felt him try to pull away. She kept her mouth tight around his cock. A hot stream of liquid gushed down her throat. She moaned and moved her head faster.
Eduardo groaned. “¡Por favor, no pare! ¡No pare!”
She wasn’t sure what no pare meant, but she assumed he was telling her not to stop. She didn’t. Eduardo’s hips bucked hard around her head as he jetted his cum down her throat.
“¡Dios mío!” he shouted, then fell back on the bed.
Gloria crawled onto the bed and slid next to him. She kissed him, aware he was now tasting himself as she had tasted herself on his mouth. They kissed for a long time and nothing had ever felt more right to her. When they finally broke their kiss, she looked deep into his dark-chocolate eyes.
“I’ve been a fool,” she said.
Eduardo held up his hand and almost pinched the thumb and forefinger together. “Maybe just a little.”
“No, not just a little. If I hadn’t been so—”
“Stubborn,” he offered.
She smiled. “Yes, that, too. And afraid. If I hadn’t been so afraid—”
“I was afraid to get close to you, too, Gloria. And it made me strict and proud. I know that. So do not be so hard on yourself.”
She looked up at him, batting her lashes in what she hoped was a coquettish manner. “How do you say fuck me in Spanish?”
“There are a number of ways. But I would rather you say quiero que me coges, as I believe you curse enough already.”
“Don’t start,” she said, laughing. “Because when I finally do get to cursing—”
“I know.” Eduardo chuckled. “I will know it.”
“You’re damn straight. Now, what was it you said?”
He repeated the phrase until she could say it perfectly. Then she arched a brow. “Well?”
“Well, what?”
“Are you going to fuck me or not?”
Eduardo looked at her, then down at his groin. “I think I am once again ready.” He grinned. “Listening to you practice has adequately prepared me, I think.”
“You think?” Gloria put her hand around his long, thick cock.
Eduardo pulled her close and slid inside her. But, Gloria, feeling mischievous, rolled over until she was on top of him.
“This time you will follow and I will lead,” she said grinning down at him.
Eduardo gave her a slow, lazy smile. “Sí, you can lead. This time.”
Gloria rocked against him, letting her swollen cunt swallow him completely. Eduardo’s throat worked as he matched her movements. Gloria gripped his shoulders, while he grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, his fingers pulling and twisting her nipples.
She slammed her body onto his, fiercely twisting her juicy cunt around his thick, stiff cock. His hands clenched her gyrating hips as she rode him hard and fast. It was like the dancing, Gloria suddenly realized, the two of them hot and synchronized, the two of them moving as one.
She cried out, her back arching sharply as she climaxed and, as Eduardo was still hard and thick inside her, his mouth now sucking hungrily at her dangling breasts, she looked forward to a long night of their salsa connection.
The Birthday Present (El Regalo)
Penelope Flynn
The only party anyone would bother attending at the beginning of August had to be near a pool. The Florida sun had beat down all day heating the sand, brick, concrete, and tar, raising the temperature well into the high nineties. Miguel stood at the balcony, overlooking the barrel-tiled roof of his Miami Beach home, and watched the sun slowly sink into the west. His dark brown eyes took in the splash of colors across the horizon as he backed into the relative cool of his bedroom and closed the French doors against the heat and humidity.
The bedroom was generally what one would expect to see in a well-dressed man’s room. His clothes and shoes were neatly arranged in his closet and in the dark wood wardrobe and chest of drawers, which held the remainder of his personal items. The large king-sized bed sat close to the French doors, giving him a view to the pool area beyond. He shut his eyes tightly, then inhaled a deep breath and blew it out slowly, dreading the next few hours. He turned up the music on his sound system and began preparing for the evening. He slipped his arms, sunkissed to a warm café au lait, into a short-sleeved white silk shirt and heard the doorbell ring as the guests started arriving. He was an attractive man with a slim, angular face and an engaging manner that had been absent the past few weeks. He pulled his thick, black, wavy hair into a ponytail and was looking for his shoes when he heard the frantic rapping on the doorsill.
“Happy birthday, Miguel!” Kelly giggled as she flung open the bedroom door, skipped into the room, and kissed him noisily on the lips. Kelly was a tallish, attractive girl with a slim build and high, perky breasts. Her light brown eyes sparkled with anticipation. Still in her early twenties, she was a little younger than what Miguel was used to. They’d been together for three months…the first of those was while he was still living with Ebony.
“Come on.” She laughed. “People are starting to show up.”
Kelly hurried him along, chiding him for waiting so long to get dressed as he stepped into his loafers. He was really in no mood to entertain. He simply wasn’t feeling himself lately. Kelly thought a party might pull him out of his funk, and even though he didn’t think so, he didn’t argue too much when she began planning and inviting everyone they knew. When he was finally ready, Kelly dragged him downstairs to greet the early arrivals.
Miguel could hear the music floating down the hallway as he was ushered toward the patio on Kelly’s arm. He had met Kelly when he was photographing a spread for a department store. She was a pretty, modelesque girl, and wore her blond hair in a classic flip. She said it was her trademark. Kelly was a little too short for the runway but just fine for the print work she was often called for. She confided that she wanted to be an actress. Miguel wasn’t certain she had the talent but didn’t discourage her from taking her classes and rushing off to auditions whenever she found a role to her liking.
“The Big three-O!
” Charlie yelled as he waded through the arriving guests. He gave Miguel a big bear hug and patted his back while simultaneously leering at Kelly. Miguel’s uncle Carlos, or the Americanized Charlie, which he preferred to be called, was the quintessential dirty old man. Now in his late sixties with no wife and children, he was spending a lifetime of earnings on pampering “sweet young things” and getting as much as he could out of them before they grew tired of him.
“Kelly, bonita, you’re more beautiful every day.” He smiled. “You should let me introduce you to some producer friends that I know. They’ll be shooting a film here in Miami in about three months and I know you’ll be perfect for one of the parts.”
“Really?” Her eyes glittered.
“Yes, really.”
Then Charlie smiled that smile Miguel recognized as the one he used when he thought another sweet young thing was about to take the bait.
“Can I steal Kelly away for a moment?” he asked, flashing his mouthful of bonded and capped teeth.
“Sure,” Miguel said, giving Kelly’s arm a squeeze.
Miguel didn’t see the point of holding Kelly there. She was pretty good at handling herself. Besides, his attention was focused elsewhere. He had heard the distinctive laugh as soon as he stepped into the hallway. Ebony had come to his party, even though she hadn’t been invited. He prepared himself mentally before he approached her. Their breakup hadn’t been a pretty one.
They had been together, in one form or another, for a little over three years. It had taken almost two years for them both to become serious about the relationship at the same time but, after that, it was actually all he could ever have hoped for. Of course his mother didn’t like Ebony at all. She often complained that Ebony couldn’t really cook…and she complained that Ebony was Amercan…and nagged that Miguel should date a nice Cuban girl…and that Ebony was too old for him.
It was true that Ebony was three years older than he was. She was already thirty when they met, but it was impossible to tell. She looked no older than Kelly, who was nearly ten years younger, and Ebony had one of those Coke-bottle figures…all hips, ass, and thighs with not a whole lot up top. He remembered making love with Ebony, her riding him high and hard, his hands sliding up her arms, to her shoulders, then down over her breasts, almost completely covering them as he massaged her nipples in time with her rocking motion. The thought made him smile. She had talked about a breast enlargement a few times but they had both laughed it off.
“¡Feliz cumpleaños, hermano!” Miguel felt Alex’s big hand slap him congenially on the back.
“Feliz cumpleaños my ass, man!” Miguel smiled, returning the slap and following up with a hug. “I see you came to my place empty-handed. Where’s my present, you cheap son of a bitch!”
“It’s been a rough quarter.”
“Not so rough you didn’t get new rims for your Corvette.”
“Hey, you know I have to keep up my image. Keep it lookin’ good.”
“God knows you need all the help you can get with that!”
“You’re cold, man.” Alex pantomimed a shiver, then laughed with Miguel as they made their way down the corridor.
Miguel had known Alex for as long as he had known anyone. They had grown up together and had lived down the street from each other most of their youth. They went to the same grade schools, even played ball together, but while Miguel was about six feet tall, sinewy and lean, Alex was a big, heavily muscled man. Miguel’s ball-playing career ended in high school but Alex played college ball and even had a stint in the pros. Alex was nearly six foot five and still maintained his body as if he was training to play professional ball. He deftly rode the cusp between handsome and pretty. He had sparkling hazel-green eyes and “lashes like a girl,” they all used to kid him, but the women loved him. They loved his big hands, sensuous lips, and easy manner. Even Kelly blushed in his presence. The only woman who never fell at his feet was Ebony.
Miguel used to notice the way Alex looked at Ebony. He wanted her, but Miguel also knew that Alex would never approach her. He and Alex had been friends for too long, and for that he considered himself fortunate. He knew that Alex generally didn’t care if a woman had a man or not. If he wanted her, that was all that mattered. But Miguel really didn’t worry too much. Ebony was always pleasant around Alex, but never tripped over herself like the others. Bonni was in love with him and was always his alone.
“Sooo.” Alex grinned. “I see you took my advice.”
“What advice?”
“The girl—Kelly. I told you, you should go younger. They’re easier to handle…lower maintenance.”
“What are you talking about?” Miguel laughed. “You’ve never dated a woman under thirty in your life!”
“Exactly.” Alex smiled. “I like women…not girls. I like high maintenance.”
“You’re crazy!” Miguel laughed as the two strolled into the large sunroom together.
“Hey,” Miguel said, becoming serious. “Bonni’s here.”
“Yeah, I know,” Alex replied.
“You know we didn’t end on the best of terms.”
“I’m aware,” Alex answered as they slowly moved toward where Ebony was standing, talking and laughing with a group of women.
“You don’t think she’s gonna make trouble, do you?”
“No.” Alex smiled as he stepped up behind Ebony and wrapped his arms around her. “She’s with me.”
Miguel was speechless as Alex leaned forward, nuzzling and kissing Ebony’s neck. Ebony turned, still in his arms, and gave him a soft peck on the lips, asking, “What took you so long?” When she saw Miguel, the momentary flash of hurt was replaced by a pleasant smile. She extended her hand affably and gave his hand a light squeeze, saying, “Happy birthday, Mickey.”
“Thank you,” Miguel muttered, still trying to overcome the shock.
Miguel could see that Ebony had changed—a lot. Her haircut was conservative, cut shoulder-length into a bob, but it brought out her dark, luminous eyes and full, pouty, vermilion-painted lips. She was wearing a red halter dress that exposed large expanses of her smooth brown skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. She had put on a few pounds…not much, but enough to make her look even more curvy and luscious, but the biggest change—her breasts. It seemed Alex had been able to convince her to get that breast augmentation, transforming her body from a Coke bottle to an hourglass.
“You look good, Bonni,” Miguel choked out as he watched Alex’s hand travel up and down Ebony’s bare back.
“You, too,” she replied, then looked around the room cautiously. “Where’s Kathy?”
“Kelly,” Miguel corrected. “She’s talking to Charlie about some part in a movie.”
“Oh?” Ebony batted her lashes mischievously. “He’s associated with that porn outfit, isn’t he?”
“Bonni…” Alex warned.
Ebony smiled, then continued, “I sincerely hope she is very successful in her career endeavors.”
“I’ll certainly convey your sentiments.” Miguel smiled sarcastically. “Well, I better check on the other guests.”
Miguel left Ebony in Alex’s arms and made his way through the house, out onto the patio and to the pool, hugging and kissing the women, and shaking hands with the men. He downed three drinks in the first hour and danced several dances, but he couldn’t keep his eyes from wandering over to the table where Alex and Bonni were sitting with another couple. Ebony was snuggled close under Alex’s outstretched arm, laughing and talking with the other woman and her date. Alex sat quietly, leaning back with his eyes closed, intermittently stroking Ebony’s hair, taking sips from his margarita, then laughing as he kissed her lips, letting the sweet and salty alcoholic beverage run from his mouth into hers. Even from across the room, Miguel could see the drops of perspiration on Alex’s forearms as he shifted in his seat, then kissed Ebony’s face, surreptitiously brushing his fingertips against those round heaving breasts and whispering in her ear before moaning softly an
d again leaning back, closing his eyes.
Miguel was furious. He knew all too well this scenario. Hadn’t he been the man, sitting there with Ebony too many times before, feeling her hands stroking his inner thighs, then squeezing and teasing his cock through the weave of his pants, working him into a frenzy? It wouldn’t be long before she left the table, a signal for him to follow her to a bathroom or an empty bedroom where she would peel down his trousers and let her mouth finish the job her hands had started. His cock began to stiffen at the thought of her hands and tongue and lips on him.
“¡Putana!” He hissed through his teeth as he watched her slide out of her seat, straighten her dress, and head presumably for the bathroom.
Miguel made a beeline behind Ebony and entered the house just in time to see her quickly climbing the stairs. He slowly walked up after her and stood outside the bathroom door, trying to decide if he should confront her. After all, he was the one that had cheated on her. He remembered standing outside that very door, listening to Ebony sobbing and vomiting.
She could hardly speak. She just kept asking, “What did I do, Mickey? What did I do wrong?”
He couldn’t answer her. He didn’t know the answer, not until later when he guessed that it was just that she loved him too much. Or maybe he loved her too much. Either way, the relationship had suddenly seemed permanent and heavy. He was still young and it was all happening too fast. When he met Kelly and she began to flirt with him, it seemed like someone had opened a window and let cool fresh air into a stifling hot room, that someone had opened a route of escape.
He and Kelly had been seeing each other for nearly a month openly, daring Ebony to say something. Finally, when she did, he reminded Ebony that they weren’t married, that he felt affection for her but he hadn’t signed on for a lifetime commitment. He was sorry as soon as he said it and followed her when she grabbed her purse and hurried to the bathroom. After half an hour of tears, she emerged calm and resolute. She told him that she was moving to her sister’s house and that someone would pick up her things later. Then she walked downstairs and left the house without looking back. That was just over three months ago.