He gazed out the windows again. The two-story, rectangular buildings were placed in a U around the courtyard. They’d gone through a wrought iron gate to get onto the property. Miguel suspected the fence stretched for miles around the land owned by the Escobar family. Atop the second-floor balconies, armed guards patrolled the perimeter. Miguel occupied his mind by counting the number of guards and the number of passes they made during their sentinel.
A key rattled in the lock. Startled, Miguel turned toward the door and took a defensive stance. He’d clock the intruder over the head with the half-empty carafe of sangria to protect himself, if necessary.
Julia slipped inside and rushed into his arms. Their mouths crashed together. Miguel tangled his fingers in Julia’s hair and held her head. His mouth explored hers with feverish intensity. Her lips parted in an open invitation. His tongue slid into the opening and danced with hers. She tasted of sweet sangria, and it intoxicated him even more. Miguel’s hands traveled down Julia’s ribs and cupped her bottom. He pressed into her, allowing her to feel his erection, as hard as a rock.
She broke their hot kiss long enough to yank his T-shirt over his head. Julia ran her hands up and down his chest as she pressed kisses against his neck and across his shoulders before claiming his mouth again. Miguel removed her blouse and unhooked her bra. He dropped it on the floor and bent his head to suck her nipples, those tight little buds he’d been fantasizing about. When he grazed them with his teeth, she moaned low in her throat. It was the sexiest sound he’d ever heard. His mouth left her delectable breasts and moved up from her neck to her lips. He kissed her long and hard.
Finally, he lifted his head and murmured, “I want you, Julia. I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you.”
“I’m sweaty and dirty,” she protested albeit half-heartedly.
“I don’t care. We’ll shower together afterward, and I’ll take you again.”
“Oh, my God, Miguel. I’m so hot right now.”
They wasted little time abandoning the rest of their clothing, and, their mouths clinging together, they fell on the bed.
SOMEWHERE IN MEXICO
GENERAL ESCOBAR’S COMPOUND
Miguel and Julia
Miguel’s bodycovered Julia’s. The skin-to-skin contact electrified him. His heart pounded. It swelled with the most powerful love he’d ever felt. He cherished Julia. He brushed strands of her hair away from her face and trailed his fingers down her cheek and jawline. His thumb lightly caressed her full bottom lip before he took her mouth with sensual tenderness meant to arouse her. Miguel moved his hand down to her throat and rested it there as he slid his tongue into Julia’s mouth and explored its sweet cavern.
Against her lips he whispered erotic words of love in Spanish. Julia moaned in response and opened her legs to accommodate him.
“Not yet, dove. Your pleasure comes first before I take my own. I want to prolong our first time.”
Julia clutched his back. “Oh, God, Miguel. Could you be any sexier?”
He chuckled. “Yes, ma’am. Just wait.”
Miguel licked and kissed a path down to Julia’s breasts. He rubbed his palm over them, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger before he drew them into his mouth. He sucked hard and heard Julia’s sharp intake of breath. She held his head in place as his tongue flicked each nipple in turn.
“Yes!” she gasped. “Give me more!”
“As you wish.”
His mouth left her breasts and trailed down her torso. Her skin tasted salty, and he grew even harder as he anticipated tasting her between her legs. Miguel’s head dipped lower. He kissed the insides of her thighs and teased her with his forefinger. She was wet with excitement. When his tongue replaced his finger, Julia cried his name. She gripped the sheet and arched her back. Miguel lifted her bottom to achieve greater access to her core and plunged his tongue deep inside her. After a few strokes, her body shuddered with her first orgasm. She whimpered and went limp.
But he wasn’t finished pleasing her yet. His mouth captured hers again. He kissed her harder and deeper, allowing his tongue to mimic what he would shortly do to her with his cock. He was ready to burst from wanting to sink into her warm center. Instead, he brought her to another orgasm with his finger this time; and when she cried out and lifted her hips, Miguel slid easily inside her. God, she was hot and tight and sweet! And then he began to move rhythmically against her.
Miguel raised Julia’s arms above her head and threaded his fingers through hers. Their mouths connected in a long, deep, passionate kiss. Her rhythm matched his, and much sooner than he would have liked, Miguel’s body exploded in a powerful orgasm.
“Jesus Christ.” He pressed his forehead against hers. “I’m still hard.”
“I can do something about that.”
Julia rolled on top of him. She pressed warm kisses down his body and took him fully in her sweet mouth. As she worked her magic on him, Miguel closed his eyes and lost himself in the wonder of being inside Julia’s mouth. When her tongue teased his slit, he came again and groaned.
“Good God, woman.”
Julia rose from the bed. With her tousled hair and body flushed from their lovemaking, she looked sexy as hell. She beckoned him with a lazy, seductive smile. “I’d like that shower now.”
Miguel leaped from the bed and playfully swatted her cute ass. “After you, dove.”
With their bodies slick from soap lather, they made love again. Miguel pressed Julia against the cold tile and lifted her hips. She locked her legs around his waist as he pumped vigorously into her until they both gasped with pleasure. They gazed into each other’s eyes and burst into laughter.
