The afternoon was perfect. More flirting, more teasing, more kissing, and always touching. No more hiding our attraction. My heart continues to race with excitement, thinking of being with him. After several glasses of wine at the different vineyards, we head into town to find a room at the last minute. There’s a quaint motel-slash-bed-and-breakfast I’m hoping has availability. Natalia and I stayed a couple of nights there when we were up here visiting and choosing the wine.

  He parks the car at the motel, and quickly jumps out to help me out of the lifted vehicle, as he has done each time we’ve stopped at a new location. His hand grazing my lower back as he guides me to the door is gentle but oh so incredibly sexy. How is that small gesture making me melt? I’m sure one of the guys in the past had to have done this, but I don’t remember. It never made an impression on me the way everything Eliazar does.

  He opens the door and lets me walk through, following close behind. The man behind the desk is the owner, I met on my last visit.

  “Hello, Michael!” I announce walking up to him.

  “Marisol! Back again?” He greets me with a smile that reaches his eyes.

  “Yup. I had to pick up all the wine I purchased.” I sit in the chair in front of his desk as Eliazar stands behind me.

  “Very nice. But did we lose your reservation?” His smile fades as he looks over a sheet in front of him.

  “Oh, no. I didn’t think we would be staying the night, but plans changed.” I smile as he looks back up at me. “I was just hoping that you may have a room.”

  “Ah! This town and all the wine can be intoxicating. And yes, you are in luck. It’s a slow week. I have a couple open. I have a king room and a double room. Which would you like?”

  I turn to Eliazar, and the storm of want I see in his eyes is all the answer I need.

  “The king.” I smile innocently. No need for this old man to be subjected to all the dirty thoughts floating through my mind right now.

  Before I can pull my wallet from my purse, Eliazar is handing Michael a credit card.

  “Please charge the room to this card,” he says with authority.

  We finish checking in and make our way to our room. I step in with a couple of shopping bags. We bought shirts from one of the vineyards and stopped at a Walmart for a few necessities, like toothbrushes and under garments.

  Eliazar closes the door, and the energy of the room shifts. I place the bags down on the small side table then turn around.

  “I don’t want to assume anything, so please tell me what you want.” His voice is gravelly as his hungry gaze takes me in from head to toe.

  I take the couple of steps to him, placing my hand on his chest. “I’ve wanted this for a long time.” I slide my hand up to his neck while standing on tippy toes, bringing him down to meet my lips.

  He brings his body flush with mine, wrapping me in his arms, and I can feel his growing erection. I need to be closer, melt into him. The kiss is desperate, like we are fighting for the air we breathe, but it’s each other we so urgently need.

  Time stands still or speeds by, I can’t tell which. But too soon, he slows us down and places his forehead on mine, taking a deep breath.

  “Michael was wrong,” he whispers.

  “How so?”

  “It’s not this place that’s intoxicating.” He places a soft kiss on my forehead letting his lips linger as he breathes me in. “It’s you that’s intoxicating.”

  He slowly places kisses on the side of my face. He grabs my ass, lifting me so I wrap my legs around him. He walks us over to the bed and sits down with me straddling him. His hands are rubbing my back and coming up to my neck, where he grabs my hair in a ponytail and pulls it to the side. My head moves with the pressure, and he kisses my neck. My core tightens with the feeling of his bulge under me.

  I push into him, my whole body alive. I want to pull him closer into me but push him away because it already feels like so much.

  “Stand up.” He pushes me away from his body, a storm brewing in his clear, blue eyes.

  I lick my lips before pulling my bottom one in. I scootch off him and stand in front of him.

  “Take off your top,” he says in a low growl.

  My heart races in anticipation. I grab the hem of my shirt and lift it over my head. He leans forward and runs a finger slowly from my throat down between my breasts to my navel.

  “Qué belleza,” he says so quietly, I barely hear him.

  How can two words make me feel like the most gorgeous woman alive? His hungry gaze emboldens me to unbutton my jeans and slowly slide them off then take a step back out of his reach.

  I glide my hand over my stomach up to my breast, tucking my hand under the bra cup. I pinch my nipple softly, and it hardens instantly with him watching me. I want to tease him before I give into the burning between my legs.

  “Hands to your sides.” His voice is husky.

  I drop my arms, letting them hang.

  “Good girl.” He gets up and gently bites my nipple through the bra. “I’ll be the one to give you your pleasure.”

  He grabs the back collar of his shirt sliding it over his head. I watch the muscles of his tanned, well-toned chest contract and relax with each of his movements.

  He gets up and comes around me to stand at my back. His breath on my neck makes me shudder in excitement. I turn to look at him.

  “Face forward.”

  My heart skips a beat, and I turn back around. His hands come to my shoulders and slide down my arms with a feather-light touch. He then gathers my hair and places it over my left shoulder. His lips meet the skin on my shoulder as he licks and kisses my neck then down my back. With a quick twist, his fingers unhook my bra, and he slips it down my arms.

  His hands slide over the curve of my ass to my hips. Hooking his fingers on each side of my panties, he pushes them down. This slow teasing has my senses heightened, and I’m eager for more. My breaths are fast yet deep. His large, strong hands come to my thighs and massage their way up.

  As his hands get closer to my warm center, I move and open a little wider, giving him access. He brushes quickly past, leaving a tingling trail in his wake. He moves them to my stomach, gliding up to cup both my breasts. He pulls me back into his chest as his lips connect with my neck again.

  I push my hips back feeling his hard cock, and wetness pools between my legs. He turns my head and devours my lips. Kisses, licks, soft bites as he continues to caress my breasts and tease my most sensitive spot.

  “I want to feel you.” Every fiber of my being feels alive. Every sound, color, touch is so much more than I’ve ever felt before.

  “You are more beautiful than my mind could ever have imagined,” he says in my ear, then leaves a trail of kisses down my neck to my shoulder.

  His hand travels south and separates my folds, dipping into my wet, heated center. A loud moan escapes my lips at his touch. As soon as a finger slides into me, my legs get weak, and I lose my balance. His strong arm around me steadies me.

  “Hmmm, looks like your legs aren’t going to hold you up much longer,” he whispers as he slides a second finger in me. A few strokes, and he withdraws his hand and wraps it around me, pulling me closer to him again. A few deep breaths, and he lets me go.

  “Sit down and open your legs.”

  I turn around and sit on the side of the bed. His abdominal V leads my gaze to his erection.

  “Open your legs,” he repeats.

  Feeling bold, I say, “Finish stripping. I want some eye candy too.” I lick my lips waiting.

  He looks at me for a couple of seconds with hooded eyes before stepping out of them. His large dick stands at attention, and all I feel is a pulsing in my center that I need his cock to relieve.

  “Open. Now.” His voice is gravelly.

  I lie back, propping myself on one bent elbow. I bring one foot up on the bed and widen the other. He’s on his knees in an instant, and as soon as he sucks my sensitive nub and slides a couple of fingers in me, I scream in ecstasy. His fingers fucking me as his tongue glides over the most sensitive nerve endings. I let myself fall into the bed as I come down from the high.

  He trails kisses up my stomach, over my breasts until he reaches my mouth. I can taste myself on him which turns me on.

  “And now for the second act,” he informs me.

  We scoot up the bed, kissing, caressing, tasting each other. Eliazar is propped up on his elbows on top of me, and his bulging dick teases at my opening as he moves.

  “I want you now. All of you,” I say as I take him in my hand, leading him to my entrance.

  “Not so fast beautiful.” His voice still deep but resigned. “I don’t have anything on.” His lips continue their assault.

  “It’s fine. I’m on the pill. Please. I need to feel you.” I plead, not wanting to wait. “There hasn’t been anyone in far too long.”

  His eyes study me, so I raise my hips trying to feel more of him. Our lips meet, teeth clashing and tongues dance. He pulls away, breathing erratic as he eases himself into me slowly. He works himself in and out a few times before he fills me completely. He kisses me softly continuing to rock in and out of me. It begins slow, then speeds up as our release nears. Too soon, I’m seeing more stars as my whole body comes alive.

  ELIAZAR

  Tucked into my chest, I can’t…or don’t want to stop my hand from gliding over her soft skin. Up and down her back, slowly to her side, then back down to the round of her butt. Never in a million years could I have dreamed of this perfection, Marisol in my arms.

  “Are you hungry?” Marisol asks, then begins kissing my chest.

  “You’re going to have to be more specific. If you’re asking me for another round, just give me a few more minutes and I’m down.” I laugh, assuming that’s not what she’s talking about.

  I feel her body shake with silent giggles. “No. For food, you fiend!” She slaps my chest playfully.

  “Oh. Yeah, I could eat.” I pull her closer, knowing I need food, but not wanting to separate from her either.

  “There’s a fun honky-tonk a block away that has good bar food. Wanna walk there?”

  “Sure. Come on, let me feed you.” I cup her chin, bringing her gaze to mine, then kissing her again.

  I’m running my hand over the soft skin of her thigh as we sit at a booth in a casual restaurant with live music. We’re watching a few couples dance to the country music sipping on our beers and waiting on our food.

  A guy begins to walk towards us and looks at Marisol a few seconds too many. The caveman in me erupts and I run my hand up higher on her leg and say to her, “Kiss me like you mean it.”

  “Kiss me like you mean it.” Her mouth opens slightly, her tongue running along her lips.

  I bring my lips to hers and devour her. I let my fingers graze her panties that I’m sure are coated with me and she moans softly in my mouth. We decided against a shower before we came out. My cum filled her. Dripped out of her. I can still smell the sex on us.

  She pulls away and takes a deep breath. “Damn.” Her eyes dart around and come back to me.

  I can’t help the shit-eating grin I have plastered on my face.

  “If I don’t get a hold of myself, I would probably let you fuck me right here.” Her chest lifts and falls as she regains her composure.

  I bring my hand out from between her legs and place it on her cheek. “Your orgasms are for my eyes only.” I kiss the corner of her mouth. “And I’ll be seeing many more later.”

  The next couple of hours are filled with food, drinks, and a whole lot of teasing. I’ve had a hard time keeping my dick soft. The smell of sex on us is driving me mad just wanting to slide into her warm, tight center. Continue tasting her warm sweet, honey. The way her body responds to every touch is addicting. Kissing her, tasting her, touching her is all I keep doing. I’m addicted to her already.

  Back in the room, after a few more orgasms, she’s tucked into me with her leg draped over. The marathon sex session we just had was something I’ve never experienced. Just when I thought we had our last one, a kiss would turn desperate, or a touch would ignite passion. Over and over. Until finally, we both lay spent and her soft breaths are brushing across my chest.

  The shadow that was cast over my life has lifted. Marisol has revived me, illuminating my life once again.

  “Mi sol,” I whisper to myself and kiss her head as she sleeps.

  CHAPTER

  EIGHT

  MARISOL

  Yesterday was amazing, and I still can’t believe that it happened. High school obsession turned into the hottest date I’ve had in years. I couldn’t get enough of him. His slight dominance was an instant turn on. His teasing and continued foreplay had me on edge all day until…until… I need to get my head on straight and stop daydreaming about yesterday. I have enough to do without spending the whole day in an erotic fantasy. Well, I guess it doesn’t have to be a fantasy. Full stop. There I go again!

  I need to inventory everything before opening and now that I have all the wine in, that is what my day consists of. Work. Now focus.

  As soon as I start entering numbers in my software, a ping of my phone distracts me.

  Eliazar

  When can I see you again?

  Eliazar sent me a text. And the text bubble pops up, letting me know there’s another coming.

  I’m trying to work but can’t stop thinking about seeing ALL of you. 😉

  I feel the heat come up my neck thinking about his hungry gaze on me.

  Tonight too soon?

  I don’t have time to think whether I’m going too fast, because I want to see him too.

  Where and what time?

  My breathing picks up thinking about being tucked into his muscular chest again.

  My place. Say 6ish

  I’ll be seeing him again. Tonight. His lips, tongue, strong hands—my breathing picks up and that tickling sensation begins between my legs again. I can’t give myself the Big O just by thinking of him, can I? Let’s not try that out in my place of business. Numbers. I need my head back on work.

  Finally with my mind on numbers and work, I get through the boxes of supplies we have, and I begin the email to send out to the printing company for the wine lists. My phone pings again and my heart races thinking it’s Eliazar again. I lift my phone to see Natalia’s name on my screen.

  Natalia

  Lunch?

  I need to tell Nat about yesterday, so I ask her to meet at our favorite lunch spot.

  I walk into our usual sandwich and salad spot and see her sitting with drinks already on the table.

  “Hey, chica!” She smiles brightly as I take my seat.

  Not being able to hold back any longer I blurt out, “I slept with Eliazar!”

  Her eyes widen. “Okay.” She shakes her head and lets out a chuckle. “Tell me more.”

  I begin talking and the words continue to flow. I tell her about our past in high school, and everything we learned the other night when we actually talked. I continued with our trip to pick up the wine, the conversations and flirting. I held back all the spicy details because that’s just for Eliazar and I.

  “And I’m seeing him again tonight.” Excited jitters fill me.

  She listens, not interrupting, allowing me tell her everything I had been holding back.

  “You found him!” Natalia’s lips pull into a large smile, when I finish my story.

  “What?”

  “The one that you’ve been looking for! The one that will hold your attention. The one that you will fall for. It’s Eliazar.” She bounces and shimmies in her seat.

  “One date. We’ve had one date. How can you say that?” I shake my head at her. While I’ve never felt the need to see anyone in my past, that doesn’t mean anything. Does it?

  “The light in your eyes as you told me about him. The easy way you talk about him. The excitement to see him again. You rarely have any of those, and certainly not all three, for one person.” She cocks a brow, knowingly.

  The rest of the day Natalia’s words played on repeat, the one you’ve been looking for. Could it possibly be true? A million-year-old crush was the one. But what if I had dated him back then? Where would I be now? Too many questions and unknowns float around as I drive home. My stomach cramps with thoughts of I’m going too fast or will push him away with neediness, thinking he’s the one.

  I wanted this… him until this blanket of heaviness covered me. Should I cancel? Come up with an excuse to back out. Play it slow. Hard to get. Guys scare easily and I’m a rebound for him. What if I go all in and he’s only in it to piece his broken heart together again. I don’t want to be that pathetic girl who’s happy and is blind-sided when the guy says good-bye.

  I’ll text him and tell him I’m still at Sol and I won’t be able to meet up. Keep things casual. Maybe text for a bit. See each other in a couple of weeks. Simple. Safe. I have enough on my plate opening a new business, I don’t need to add the pressure of a potential broken heart to the mix.

  I grab my phone at the red light and just as I’m about to open the app, a notification pops on my screen. A text from Eliazar. Maybe he’s canceling.

  Eliazar

  I’m picking up sandwiches and salads for dinner. Unless you want something else?

  He’s picking up dinner without me even asking him to. Or suggesting it. He didn’t assume I would handle it just because I invited him over.

  I don’t want to cancel. I want to see him. The light changes and I follow the traffic. Back and forth, I debate with myself. At the next red light, I type out, Sounds good. Thank you.

  Walking through my front door, I’m aghast. My place is somewhat a disaster right now, as my mind and energy have been on Sol y Luna. I drop my purse down on the dinette and start grabbing things. Everything is going into a closet for now and I’ll sort it all out later. A quick pass around the place with a duster, dishes in the dishwasher and counter tops wiped down, I plop on the couch. I look at my phone and I did all of that in ten minutes. Who knew I could pick up that fast when needed.

 

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