Today's Special Ch. 02

"El jardín de los dioses. He echado de menos tu perfume, mi pequeña." At my inquisitive hum, he glanced up and translated, "The garden of the gods. I've missed your scent, my little one."

My knees quivered, and I slapped my palms against the door to check my balance. I started whimpering the moment his fingers peeled my panties away and dragged them down my legs. Somehow, I stayed upright as he lifted each of my feet again and helped me step out of the last remnant of clothing I'd been wearing.

Relief rushed through me that I had prepared myself for this moment. Wanted it more than anything I'd ever wanted before. I gulped and stared at him in awe.

He traced the upside-down triangle of my mound with just his fingertip. My hips rose toward him when he pulled his finger away, as though we were polar opposites on a magnet. Then I relaxed with my bare ass against the door again. I moaned and bit my lip as he repeated the process three more times.

After the last pass, his hands slid over the tops of my thighs to my hips then back around to my ass. My hips lifted again, and this time, he positioned my left knee over his right shoulder.

"Diego," I gasped as he caressed my bent leg with first his fingertips and then his palm. He even turned his head and kissed the inside of my knee, making me wobble...grateful for the door to support me.

"Nina," he smiled up at me, continuing to stroke my thigh. On top, inside, outside, underneath.

I panted, only my arms, shoulders, and upper back pressed against the door now with my lower half thrust toward him. And then I ceased to breathe for a moment when his mouth descended on my pussy.

Memories flooded in as his tongue licked...teased...aroused...made love to me. Whether on top of my shaved skin or delving between my swollen lips, it felt amazing. He expertly lured my clit out. Gently sucked on it.

All I could do was close my eyes. Moan. Undulate against the door, trying to direct his tongue where I wanted it...needed it. When I eventually reached out to touch his head again, my hands were shaking. The slight bristliness of his buzzed hair rubbed against my smooth palms with each movement while he enjoyed his dessert, making me shiver more.

His hands eventually roamed upwards, finding my breasts. Caressing, squeezing, and stoking my fires. Thick fingers pinched and rolled my nipples while his tongue delved deeper below. Then he was grasping my hips. My ass. He slid his left arm around my lower back, his other arm wrapping over my raised thigh, keeping it drawn apart. His fingers spread my swollen lips wider and flicked my clit from above.

It was amazing. Erotic. And the tingling sensations within of an impending climax had me mewling.

My first orgasm of the night came shooting through me with a scream, making my back arch hard. But that gave him more access, which allowed him to prolong my release. I kept mumbling his name while rolling my head against the door, and he kept alternating between Spanish and English.

"Esa es, mi pequeña. That's it. Todos los míos, Nina. All mine."

My descent back to Earth was sooner than expected, and I realized he was gently lowering my leg. My whole backside touched the door briefly before I started to slide down the slab of wood. A moment later, I was up in his arms. Being carried across the room.

He found my bed quite easily and laid me down on my left side. Through glossy eyes, I watched him undress. His gaze was focused in my direction, though I couldn't tell what exactly he was looking at. But his chest seemed to keep time with mine, which rose and fell heavier and heavier with the reveal of each inch of his darker-skinned body.

There was a peek at his defined abs when he started to lift his fitted polo by the material at his shoulders before abandoning that method. A quick flip up of the hem unveiled his muscles in their entirety, and then they seemed to ripple while he worked the top off inside out.

Once he was shirtless, the black tats that decorated his broad chest and arms stood out. There was the eagle brandishing the American flag on the right side. His bicep there had a thick band of light and dark swirls. I could read "Isobel" in between two of the larger swirls. A small skull was emblazoned on his left pectoral. Inside each eye against the backdrop of a flame was a cross, and the word "Forever" was in script on the forehead, probably in memory of his parents. Above, his left shoulder down to his elbow was covered in an elaborate design of similar swirls as his right arm with the addition of a large blue-and-green sea turtle in the middle, as though it were crawling up onto his shoulder. I had to say, that one was my favorite...and though I remembered the abstract design, the turtle was new.

He hesitated for just a moment and then removed his pants in the same way he had done mine: slowly, methodically, sensually. Exposing his trimmed waist and finally, his long, thick cock. He was tall and proud all over...and more than ready to make up for lost time.

A low growl built in my throat.

Diego stepped closer when I reached out, letting my fingertips graze his hip. The heat coming off him made me whimper. I wanted to kiss him there...lick him. He shuddered and took another step. His eyes closed when I stroked him with more pressure and traced a finger down to his groin, just as he had done to me. He felt amazing. Soft skin stretched over hard bone and muscle. On one pass, the back of my hand brushed his cock, making it bounce slightly before rising even more...beckoning me.

"¡Dios mío!" he gasped. His eyes flew open a second before I leaned forward and took him between my lips. He fell forward, bracing himself with one arm behind my back while he leaned over me, his other hand on my head. His fingers fisted in my hair the more I sucked and moaned, stroking him as well as I could from my sideways position.

The feel of him in my hand...my mouth. It had been way too long. A combination of velvet over steel played with my senses. He was vulnerable but also powerful. It almost brought tears to my eyes. Internally, I fought with wanting to please him this way and having him thrusting between my legs again, easing the ache. To have his hands all over my body, claiming it.

He let me go at my own pace for quite a while but then suddenly pulled back, gasping, "¡Te necesito! ¡Ahora!"

I could see the desperation in his eyes when he grabbed his discarded jeans, pulled a condom out of one pocket, and used his teeth to tear off a corner. I scrambled onto my back, moving up the bed. He was right behind.

The moment he crawled on top of me, though, we held our breaths. We'd both seemed to realize we were going to have sex for the first time without anything to hide behind. No masks. No secret encounters website. No privacy agreements. We could be completely open with each other.

Our bodies molded together, limbs intertwining as we settled, skin touching skin. But he didn't enter me. Instead, he brushed his fingers across my face. His eyes studied me while he outlined each of my features, ending with my mouth.

I tongued his finger when it dipped between my lips. Sucked it a little. He moaned, thumbing my bottom lip in return. When I tilted my chin up, he delivered, giving me the most delicate kiss that left me mewling for more.

Just like back on the bench by the lake, Diego built up the fire within me. Only this time, we didn't have to stop for fear of public indecency.

His hands glided everywhere, stimulating and apparently trying to recall the body he'd once played like a fine instrument.

Mine? They finally saw this beautiful person like they'd always wanted to. It was my turn to find his hot spots. To make him moan and writhe over me. He was strong on the outside yet malleable under all that muscle. Tender and caring towards me. Protective and not at all demanding. But he was definitely a man. A leader. And he'd been in control from the get-go that night. Orchestrating every part from beginning to end, all to bring me the most pleasure.

Now, I traced the tattoo covering his left arm...the lines, the colored-in sections, the turtle. First with my finger and then with my tongue. It was just as amazing as I'd imagined it would be. He tasted of manly sweat and his spicy cologne. And he shivered and moaned under my ministrations just like I did with his. Delightful!

I would never get tired of feeling his skin and muscles rippling under my fingertips. As he flexed and moved over me, I gulped down air and arched my back, causing my breasts to push against his chest...rub against him. Which in turn made my pussy pulse with desire.

Diego nuzzled my neck, taking little love bites and then licking my skin. He hummed into my hair. One hand caressed and squeezed my hip. It was heavenly.

I wanted to let him continue...to take his time despite believing he wanted to hurry this along only minutes earlier. I had resolved to do just that when something raw and animalistic suddenly took over us both.

Maybe it was my moans. The way my body writhed under him. Or his carnal needs refusing to be ignored any longer. Whatever it was, he rose up and parted my legs with a growl. Then he kissed me hard and pressed his cock into me all the way.

That first night flashed into my mind...the first time I'd felt his cock inside me. So hard. So good. He knew it, but he'd not been arrogant about it. Then or now.

Fully seated within me, Diego gave an extra nudge then stilled and let up on his kiss. When I opened my eyes, he whispered, "All mine, mi pequeña. You're all mine."

I choked back my breath and gripped his arms tighter as he began thrusting. "Sí, papi!"

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I lie half-asleep in the dark, unable to remember what had woken me up. The soft, red glow from my alarm clock drew my eye. Had I had a bad dream? Had there been a noise?

The feeling of a heavy arm wrapped tightly around my waist made me smile, remembering it was Diego in bed with me. That knowledge grounded me. Had me snuggling deeper into his warm embrace. Skin to skin, I could feel his heart beating steadily against my back. His legs were intertwined with mine and kept me spooned against him.

The clock said almost four. He'd spent the night. This is what I'd wanted. At least the beginning of it.

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Morning light filtered between the slats on the window blinds. I yawned and stretched. Reached back to draw Diego's arm back over me like a comforting blanket but felt nothing.

I slowly glanced over my shoulder and bit my lip, refusing to cry because of the sheets tucked around me on the opposite side of the bed. Back on my stomach, I gripped the pillow tighter in my arms and let out a shaky sigh.

Lunch, dinner, walking in my favorite park. Making out by the lake. The sex once we'd gotten back to my place. Hours and hours of that last part. Taking turns riding each other...touching and teasing...arousing and pleasuring. Letting him bask in the knowledge that every release I had was the result of his hands, tongue, or cock.

My body ached deliciously from the just the thought of all the sex. A sure indication I hadn't imagined any of it. But no matter what he'd said last night—what I'd felt in the pre-dawn hours—here I was again, all alone the morning after.

Oh, it had been a dream all right. A pipe dream. Who was I kidding?

I closed my eyes and tried to force myself back to sleep. It was Sunday, and I didn't have to do anything today. I could mope around all I wanted in peace, now that I had no roommate to rub in my failure.

Five minutes later, per my alarm clock, I was still yawning but no closer to hiding in dreamland when I heard a loud creak.

I jerked upright with the sheet pulled taut around my chest and turned to the bedroom door. The most gorgeous vision stood in the doorway: a tall, dark man wearing jeans but no shirt or shoes. He was smiling at me. In his hands were two mugs of what I assumed was coffee by the smell wafting across the room.

"Buenos días, mi pequeña." Diego approached and put the mugs on the nightstand before he sat beside me. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and gave me a light kiss. "Did you sleep well?"

"Good morning to you, too," I managed, though my voice was a little croaky. "You're still here."

"Of course, Nina."

My lower lip trembled. No, I would not cry.

Diego frowned and cupped my chin. "You think I'd lose you so easily now that I've found you again?"

I couldn't find any words and closed my eyes, swallowing the lump in my throat with a little difficulty.

"No, mi pequeña." He stroked my lips with his thumb, his voice a rough whisper now. "I'm not going anywhere unless you tell me to. ¿Comprendes?"

I nodded, still unable to speak. But I opened my eyes when he pressed the pad of his thumb against my bottom lip. His action had me breathing harder. Needing to wet my dry lips.

He mirrored me. My eyes followed every movement of his tongue. Watched his throat muscles when he swallowed. His voice was still gravelly when he spoke again. "You needed your rest. I didn't want you to get cold, so I tucked you in. I'm sorry you think I left."

Our eyes locked, and I saw the desire simmering in his gaze. Felt the heat coming off his bare chest. It made my body ache for his touch. Neither of us moved for the longest time, although I felt my nipples harden the longer we stared.

He released his hold and reached for one mug. "I had a little difficulty making this, so please forgive me if it doesn't taste right."

Swallowing hard, I managed, "No coffee. I just want you, papi."

The fire in his eyes flickered. The corner of his mouth twitched. Still, he seemed to keep himself in check. "I thought you wanted someone to do things with. Like movies and concerts and art festivals. Go out to dinner or cook meals at home together. Walks in the park. Cuddling on the couch."

I grinned at him, arching my hips. "We can do that later."

A scene from the original "Ghostbusters" popped into my brain. Of a possessed Dana Barrett trying to seduce Dr. Venkman while he calmly tried to talk sense into her. Any minute now, I would be snarling at Diego, "I want you inside me." Hovering over the bed as my desires took over.

He shook his head. "You've got sex on the brain, mi pequeña."

"What's wrong with that?" I tugged a corner of the sheet down, letting my breast and nipple pop out. "Besides, it's your fault. You do this to me."

Diego groaned lowly. "God, you're irresistible, you know that?"

Before I could say anything else, he set the mug aside and stripped. He was primed and ready despite his attempts to deflect my advances. The growl in my throat echoed the burning lower inside of me for more of him. I threw back the sheet, presenting the rest of my body.

Diego took a moment to run his eyes down to my feet and then back up to my face, lingering in obvious parts while he licked his lips. He grabbed one of the last two condoms that remained from what we'd found in my nightstand after his stash had run out last night, and then he took my outstretched hand. Every part of me shuddered while he crawled over me. Still holding his body above mine, he kissed me deeply.

I whimpered, arching toward him until he lowered himself. We both moaned at the molding of our bodies once more. But like last night, he didn't enter me...he just stayed there with one leg wedged between mine, kissing me slowly.

His delay drew the tension tighter in my belly. I ran my fingers lightly up and down his arms and back as he moved his lips along my jaw and then my neck. Intermingled coos and gasps escaped when his fingers drifted down my side and played over my heated cleft before his digits slid easily between my thighs, making me moan and arch more.

When he pulled back just shy of giving me release, I held my breath, anticipating his penetration. But he rolled off and lay behind me. I was still processing that when one arm slid around my neck and cradled my head. The other hooked under my leg, lifting my knee up to my chest. Then he rolled me forward a little.

With a shaky breath, I gripped the sheet, feeling him move into position. The moment he pushed gently and entered me, I flung my head back against his shoulder with a choked cry.

"Soy tuya, mi pequeña," he whispered hotly in my ear on his withdrawal. "I'm yours, my little one."

My lungs struggled to function properly. Everything centered on the glorious feeling of our bodies joining in such a slow, sensuous way. The way his body pressed against my back and my breasts pressed into the bed... It all swirled together, taking me back up to that cliff. His rocking motions quickly pushed me over the edge.

I drifted mindlessly through space, mumbling. "Diego...Diego."

"I'm right here, Nina." He nuzzled the back of my neck and kept thrusting. Pushing me into another orgasm. "Always."

~ H