Just a Kiss (23 page)

“So, I take it that you like it?” He bit his bottom lip, waiting for her to reply.

She grabbed his hair, looked right at him with fire in her eyes, and said, “Oh yes. Not like it. I
love
it. And it’s all mine. I’m taking every bit of you inside me.” Heat slammed through her vagina, as his penis stretched her. Brutal pleasure was whipping through her nerve endings just under her flesh.

Pancho’s ears were burning with her dirty talk. His muscles tight and bulging, he gripped the bare flesh of her rear with his hands, guiding her movements as she sank down onto him. He gritted his teeth when his stiff penis securely enveloped the inside of the warmest, tightest, juiciest cunt he’d ever felt.

“I wish I could flip you on your back, but I don’t want to hurt you on this wet rock.” His eyes roved over her possessively.

“
That’s okay
,
I’ve got this for now.
”
She arched her back, feeling sharp spikes of pleasure tearing through her when she hit the end of his shaft. She grabbed her breast, squeezed it
,
and moaned, feeling him snug inside her.
“
Holy shit
,
Pancho.
”

“
And you amaze me.
”
He reached for her face
,
placing his hands on her jaw, and kissed her. He needed this. He needed her.
“Ride me faster, Celina,” he growled out.

Her face flushed instantly, hot, as her eyes flickered, ready to please. “Yes,
papi
.
”
She picked up the pace instantly.

His nostrils flared, as her gorgeous breasts jiggled before his eyes. He leaned his head and played with her nipples, flicking, and licking them, while she continued to bounce up and down on his cock. He wanted to wrap his lips around one of her nipples, but he couldn’t concentrate, with the hard ride she was giving him. She was driving him out of his mind with arousal.

She whimpered, as she felt the friction against her clit. She could feel the curve of his penis
pushing up against her G-spot.
She could feel her pussy tightening around him, trying to hold him inside her with her every upstroke.

Her hands pressed against his shoulders, and then her fingers
curled.
“
Oh
,
you
feel so fucking good inside
me, Pancho
.
Your
dick is
like
a candy stick to my pussy, nice, hard and addicting.
”
Her
hips twisted, rose and lowered. Nothing mattered but the pleasure, the sensation she was feeling inside her. She gloried in taking him to the hilt with a hard ride.
She was sinking into a sensual storm, feeling the wild heat and hardness, penetrating her, stretching her, a burn that was both pleasure and pain.

His hands moved up her back, down her arms,
as she controlled the ride, driving his erection deeper, and harder inside her. The heat from her pussy was stimulating without a condom. She was killing him with pleasure and he was fighting his release.

Her lashes li
fted, her gaze locking with his, she moaned, and cried out when her vagina started convulsing. Her pussy clenched around his cock, clamping down hard, as she released her orgasm.

When he felt her orgasm spill around him, he yelled out, “Ah hell, Celina, jump off me! I can’t hold back anymore, you’re killing me with sweetness.”

She was breathless, weak, and enjoying the ending of her orgasm. She whispered, “But I don’t want to jump off,” she muttered.

He gripped her bare bottom, and lifted her off him, in the middle of his violent spurts of semen that tore from the head of his cock. His semen continued to spill out onto his abdomen from his throbbing cock.

She looked down at his penis, and observed his semen ooze out in amazement. She placed her finger in the warm semen, twirling her finger in the milky liquid, and then placed her finger in her mouth. She sucked her finger in a sensual way, removed it and licked her lips.

He caught his breath, and growled. “Fuck, you make me crazy,” he said, as he watched her taste him. “Why didn’t you jump off me, like we said we’d do, when I told you?” He was breathing hard.

She leaned in, and looked directly into his eyes. “Because I wanted to feel you come inside me at my very moment of my orgasm. You were driving me crazy too. I was delirious at the moment.”

“Well, you do know that I did squirt a few times inside you?”  A smile came over his face.

She kissed his lips softly. “Yes, I did feel you, but I wanted more. I wanted all of you in that ecstatic moment.”

“That was pretty dangerous, because you could get pregnant, and this can become addictive, you know that Celina?” He kissed her back. “Once you start something, it’s hard not to do it again.” His grin was pure wicked male.

She watched his eyes flare up with wicked heat. “Tell me about it,
papi
.
”
She grabbed his hair and kissed him hard and wild.

“I hate wearing condoms and I must confess this was my first time not wearing one.” He pecked at her lips, and then looked into her
hazel
eyes.

She smiled and pecked him back.

“I enjoyed every minute that I was inside of you, Celina. And I don’t think I’d ever want to wear one again after experiencing that wonderful feeling.” He then gave her a passionate kiss. “Thank you for this special moment, it meant more to me than you know.”  He then nibbled her bottom lip.

“You’re welcome!”

Chapter
34

Family secret

They sat on the river bank, cooking the fish Pancho had caught over an open flame. He tended to the fish, slowly turning the stick over the small fire. Within no time, he had cooked four small fish, and peeled the skin off, handing her a fish on a stick.

She took a deep breath, looked at the fish, and took a small bite.

“So, how do you like it?” he asked, after taking a bite off his fish.

She swallowed, “Well, considering what we have to work with, not bad. I mean, I wished it had been seasoned with Tony
C
hachere's
seasoning
, and… had a salad on the side, with lots of olives, and…”

He cut her off, “Okay, I get it.” He shook his head and licked his fingers.

She leaned on
his shoulder, bouncing back and forth. “I'm just messing with you.” Celina took another bite of the fish, and asked him, “So tell me more about this secret place.”

He took a deep breath, looking around. “Well, my great grandfather came here as a young boy during the Mexican revolution.”

“Are you serious? How interesting.”

“Actually, my great grandfather told me that they,” he turned to look at her as he spoke. “
They
referring to him, and his family, were saved by Emiliano Zapata.”

“Man this is interesting, Emiliano Zapata! You mean to tell me that you actually met your great grandfather. I mean, you heard this story directly from him?” she asked, with great interest.

He smiled and answered her, “Yes, he lived to be ninety nine.”

“Pancho, you are so lucky! I only had the opportunity to meet my mom's mother.”

“Seriously… how sad, Celina.”

“So tell me more, I love family history.”

He raised the corners of his mouth in approval. “He was a very young boy when his family lost their land to a rich sugarcane
hacendado
,
who squeezed them out. They were forced to work as slaves at that plantation, until Zapata rode in and took the plantation by force. Zapata was his hero, and he begged his mother to let him ride with him out of appreciation, for freeing them, and getting their land back.”

“Well, how old was your great grandfather?”

“At that time he was seven.”

Celina's mouth dropped open.

He nodded. “I know, but then again. He was riding within their area, which was in the state of Morelos, and he would stop by to visit his mom often. Emiliano Zapata was a respected horse trainer. Actually,
Emiliano's
father sold horses for a living and was an expert in breeding and training horses before he died.” He leaned forward to get another piece of fish from a thick stick. “The trait was handed down to Emiliano
and
my great grandfather wanted to learn from Zapata
directly. So he did. That would be my great grandfather’s job during the revolution, to watch and care for the horses, but he still was armed with a gun, and a bullet cartridge.”

“What was that again? You mean that belt of bullets around their chest?”

“Exactly! Anyway, when in pursuit by Diaz's soldiers, they would scatter in groups and go into hiding... and this place here, in the Sierra Madre Mountains
Oriental
, is where my great grandfather came during one of those times.” He pointed out to the water in front of them.

“So Emiliano and Pancho Villa were together, weren't they?” she wrinkled her nose.

Pancho shook his head. “No, actually Zapata and Villa met only once during the entire revolution. That was when Villa came from the northern part of Mexico to Mexico City in the late fall of 1914. Actually, Villa commanded the northern part of Mexico; the state of Chihuahua was all his, and Zapata was the commander of the south.”

“Incredible,” she said, with a sigh.

“He told me that on their banner, the Zapatistas had a picture of the Virgin of Guadalupe. You know, in that area where Zapata was from, is where the virgin appeared to Juan Diego.”

“I’ve always wanted to go to the basilica, but unfortunately with all the drug violence, Valeria and I didn’t plan for any visits for Mexico.”

“I’ve been there several times with my mother. The church is indeed a very beautiful place to visit. You know what is
kinda
strange?”

She shook her head.

“Even after so many visits, I still can’t get used to the locals when they talk. They speak and pray in
Nahuatl
.”

“What did you say?”

“
N
a
h
u
a
t
l
,”
he drawled, the word. “
Nahuatl
,
i
s
a dialect and was the language of the Aztecs, which was
also
the language of the Mesoamerican people. Emiliano Zapata also spoke
Nahuatl
,
like Juan Diego.”

“Do you speak it?”

He chuckled. “No, but I’d like to learn.”
             

“This is so fascinating. I am impressed with your knowledge with the history of Mexico.”

“Well, I owe it to the interesting stories that my great grandfather told us, and as I grew older, I took it upon myself to study it in more detail. When I had time, I would go to the library on base and do some reading.”

He took the last bite of the fish he held in his hand.

“So then your great grandfather told your grandfather about this place?”

“Well, actually I must have been six years old when I first came here. I came with all of them, my dad, my grandfather, and with my great-grandfather. Mom has those pictures in the living room… it was a special day.”

“Of course it was. I'd like to see those pictures someday.”

He nodded his head, and kissed her cheek. “Yes, you will.”
             

Chapter
35

She’s not here

Mexican Federal Police vehicles, with loud sirens, and flashing lights, surrounded the compound. Agents wearing bulletproof vests, moved in quick, armed with high power rifles.

Xavier stormed
in the rundown building,
easily he
kick
ed
doors down
, looking everywhere for Celina. He walked down the long hallway with the nude pictures of women on the wall, with other Mexican agents right behind him, eventually, leading to a dance room where several male customers were mingling with the working women. Agents fired shots in the air, and everyone was ordered to get down. Carmela remained standing, and Xavier approached her, showing her Celina's picture.

“Have you seen this woman? Where is she?” He demanded in a loud voice.

She nodded her head.
Celina had been so nice to her. She was the nice girl, who had cut and trimmed her hair, and some of the others.

“You've seen her?” He felt the blood go down to his heels.

“Yes,” she said.

He looked deep into her eyes, impatiently waiting to hear her response. “Where is she? Is she in one of these rooms?” His head rotated in every direction.