My Mother's Boyfriend

Hmm-hmm-hmm

Maya

We have been husband and wife for almost six months now, and I am still a virgin.

It’s not like we are lacking in attraction for each other. I want him to touch me in places I’ve never been touched, and I know he feels the same. I can feel his heated gaze on me sometimes when he thinks I am unaware of his presence.

Today I have a plan. Rarely, nobody is home, and it’s the third time since we have been married and the second time it happened, I was tempted to call Alejandro, but I chickened out.

Since I am still pool and bikini-shy, I float around in swimwear that Gabby told me grannies use, with a t-shirt over it. I was thinking of seriously wearing one of those scarce things if it would seduce Alejandro, but something else came to mind.

Wiping up my skin when I got out of the pool, I call Alejandro saying to come home because I was in pain, cringing as I said the words.

“Where?” his tone was a concerned one but not overly.

“Are you busy?” I inquire not wanting to disrupt him because I know he had meetings because of this vineyard he was involved in. I lay on a pool chair with one hand over my closed eyes.

This is my last week too to get him to deflower me because next week, I leave to go to New York. He gave his permission the very night I told him about it. I was excited yet disappointed that he agreed so quickly.

“Not really, no, why?”

Discouraged a bit, I still make another attempt to get him home. “My entire body?” It wasn’t a lie but ... “My head, back, legs...everywhere...” I ensured my tone was breathless.

He breathes out heavily. “Head home-”

“Baby, I’m already home but-” my eyes widen when my brain registers, I used the word ‘baby’ but the show must go on. “Nobody is here to take care of me...”

“I’m coming.”

Unsure of what to do next, I stare up at the high ceiling of the indoor pool, unmoving for the next couple of minutes replaying the conversation over in my mind before flying up. But my mind still cannot grasp what just happened because, once again, my stomach is floating and cramping at the same time, as well as my brain mocking me for what I was about to let happen.

I am a coward.

No, no-no. The conversation echos inside my head and I try to come up with an excuse to say when I called him back to say I was okay, and he needed bother to come home. But blank is all I receive. My feet move around, shuffling aimlessly until I grab my phone and run up to our room, petrified.

Not even the thought of him and my mother together turns me off anymore.

I can hear his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, as I have left the bedroom door open, and I am still in my wet clothing but sitting on the closed toilet seat. He came rushing home...for me...that adds to my already long list of reasons for wanting him.

His brown Cheaney Shoes and ink-blue pants were the first thing I saw before raising my eyes from the floor. His jacket was missing, but his fitted light-grey crisp shirt, hugging every part of his upper body had me swallowing.

“Are you feverish?” his vertical furrowed forehead is close to mine when he kneels in front of me, and I find myself shaking. His hand is on my neck checking the warmth.

“A different kind,” I hear myself saying, raising my chin to look into his beautiful dark eyes.

Alejandro’s movement stills for a bit and his large hand grips the back of my head; he understood what I wanted. He has been avoiding me, knowing this is what I want from him, and I hoped beyond doubt that the thought of me leaving for a year would have unravelled him.

It did. I saw in his eyes; he wanted what I wanted. He saw I avoided school today because his family was out on another adventure and the opportunity would not be easy to come by again.

He did not speak. He did not ask why my skin was cold, nor why I was in wet swim clothing.

His lips instead found mine. He was not gentle when he pulled my t-shirt off, nor when he gripped the thick straps of my swimsuit and pulled it down. He rained kisses down my neck and chest, biting almost painfully on my soft skin.

But I loved the feel of it.

Stepping back, skilfully he removed his shoes and pants, before picking me up and carrying me over to the huge made bed, bridal style, laying me down on it, still not saying a word.

My stomach is in knots. Tight and a bit nauseous as an anxious feeling kicks in. Adrenaline hormones, I figured.

Pinning me with his molten eyes, whispering secrets only he knows, knowing I will in a few minutes as well, he removes his shirt, standing naked in front of me. His body is majestic.

He joined me on the bed, our bodies touching, and I know there is no backing out now.

One hand cups one of my br*asts and his mouth finds the other, his tongue feasting. My back arches and he opens his mouth wider, taking it in and tugging, causing a long moan to escape my mouth. But I am not ashamed. My lower body entwines one of his thick thighs and I rub my wet centre against it.

He encourages it for a bit then switches his mouth on my other br*ast before his hand makes its way down to between my legs, where he plays with my throbbing knob. His touch igniting a trail of heat with each stroke.

A symphony of moans fills the room, neither of us realising the bedroom door remained open.

Pulling me closer, I lose myself in his rhythm, my nails digging into his chest when he finds my lips again. I am lost in his ecstasy when he pulls away to give me one last chance to stop, my eyelids too heavy to remain open.

Trailing kisses and tiny nips of his teeth down my stomach, I gasp out loud when his tongue hits my core, drenched in my natural lubrication. His mouth follows in a kiss-like pattern and my hands go crazy on his head, one of my heels digging onto his muscular back as I trash around, uncontrollably.

Moving back, one of his fingers slip in and I cover my head with a pillow when my hip twists on its own and I heard myself making a high-pitched sound. He makes a manly growl of approval and reverts and inserts again and got the same reaction from me.

Then the bed dips and he breathes shakily, pulling the pillow away from me. He places himself between my legs and holds his erection at my opening. “Open your eyes, carino.”

Obeying his order, I do, heavily lidded and the sight takes my breath away. Alejandro’s expression is indescribable, and I am rendered speechless. As if I could even form words at this moment. His waist moves forward, and a furrow appears between his eyebrows. Then he pushes again forcefully with a more concentrated facial expression, and I feel him inside me. Snug. It burns a bit, but I do not let that hinder me or him.

My hands grip his sides just under his arms and my legs tremble. Almost violently.

He sucks in a breath and turns his head to the side, a vein prominent on his narrow forehead, sweat accompanying it. He moves in me again, slowly, and it increases the burn then another harsh breath is followed by him as he pushes into me again. It stings more.

Head still to the side, he moves again, at a snail’s pace, the same reaction. With each movement he makes, I feel my insides stretching, and I panic, but I do not want to stop. I know pleasure will follow when my body adjusts to accommodate him. By now my entire body is in tremors.

Something blocks his way, and it’s then I know the hymen is there. His hands now go to either side of my head, and he leans over me, closer now. “This is going to hurt, okay?”

Hurt more than this?

Alejandro waits for my reply, so I nod my head, and he bends and kisses me slowly. It is then I come to know how much he is holding back. His body is quivering as well. I draw in a shaky breath as he moves deeper, and I feel his invasion of my body then.

“I’m sorry,” he grates out against my mouth and swallows my cry of pain, driving himself fully inside me then.