My Mother's Boyfriend

29- My first kiss went something like...

Maya

“Just so you know, I had lamb earlier, not beef.” By his admission, I know he is going to kiss me. My first kiss- fina-yay!

My heart is beating so fast and loud that I swear I can hear it. And my breathing quickens.

He slides down the couch a bit to accommodate my legs better, which he has on either side of him, my hands on his huge, muscled shoulders. I know what those wide shoulders look like without this shirt on. So big that my hands that are on them seem tiny.

His dark-brown eyes, which I used to think were black, are on my mouth before he brings them up to meet mine.

“Does this make you uncomfortable?” his voice is low but vibrates from the manliness of it.

Is this what they mean by; his voice rumbles? My head swims with delirium.

Shaking my head no, I stared longingly at his full lips, eagerness from what is to come, filling up my insides. He wants to kiss me! My husband wants this, as much as me. I figure he would have rejected me because he is used to er, women who know their way around the bedroom.

Or even at least knows how to kiss. The closest I got to kissing was my hand when I was thirteen.

His hands leave my waist and travel up my back, first over his shirt and when my breath catches, under. He lowers his eyelids and kisses my neck softly. Butterfly touches.

Feverish. My insides are molten lava now.

“No bra, Maya. What are you doing?” He seemed pleased by this but still did not move his hands to the front of me. And I feel him growing stiff beneath me and my jaw slackens, my eyes circling. Oh, my goodness, to literally feel it move.

Impatiently, my hands were still on his shoulders, because while it was something to experience, that was not what interested me. I blurt out, “When are you going to kiss me?”

“Mi corazón, easy. I am not a little boy. I am a man, and I am trying here.”

“What does that even mean?” My hands softly grip his neck on either side. I figured I should move it by now. They were on his shoulders all the while.

“Maya, easy. I need to be slow. One wrong movement and fcuk- ” His hands drop from my waist, and he pulls back from me as he sucks in a breath. A harsh one.

“What?”

“Stop moving baby.”

Stricken I freeze. Not understanding and getting angry. But also growing hotter because he called me baby. “What?” I push him back, my hands dropping on either side of me the movement pressing me onto him more. His hard muscled thighs stiffened as well.

Eyes closed and nostrils flared, he now had me thinking he was rejecting me, and I feel ashamed. I have been throwing myself at him! I make to move away but Alejandro grabs onto my hips, releasing what sounds like a pained moan.

“Let me go if you don’t want to! I am not forcing you. Leave me alone!”

In a hushed tone, he says, “You are a girl, Maya.” He opens his eyes. “A girl with no experience whatsoever in anything. No- baby.” he saw the shame that heated up my face. Maybe it was mirrored in my eyes, I don’t know how this works, honestly. “Let me explain Maya. Behave.” The last part he said because I feebly attempted to move off him, again.

He sucks in a harsh breath. “This is what I mean, you act all riot-like when you don’t get your way. Or when you don’t understand. What I am trying to explain to you is, simple. Just listen.”

Huffing, I fold my hands, showing my dislike for his words and his grip tightens on me and he does a slow movement of his pelvis.

“Feel that?” Yeah, I felt his hard d**k beneath me if that’s what he meant. Was I supposed to feel something else?

“This is my reaction to you wanting a simple kiss. My man here wants more. Testosterone, Maya is not something to play with. A boy should be the one kissing you, not a man. But here we are married. Fcuk amor, you are so pure, and I am- I am a wh*re Maya.”

Smiling widely at his word of choice to describe himself, I wiggle against his manhood, pressing against my softness and he sucks in a sharp breath, closing his eyes, groaning out when I move my waist slightly.

“Maya, baby, no.”

Huh. I think I just discovered my secret power.

He is right. I only want to kiss. But he wants more...maybe we should stop.

Taking his hand, I guide it under his shirt that I am wearing, slowly up, resting it on my br*ast while he watches me through hooded eyes and parted lips. He closes his hand softly around the small thing and I feel something awaken inside. Something I have never felt before.

“Maya-” he tries to pull his hand back.

“Kiss me.” I lean forward and press my stiff lips on his, pulling back. Is that how? I feel weird doing that, so it has to be wrong. Why won’t he do it? I would if I knew what to do.

“Things got out of hand, a bit-” I place his next hand over my other br*ast, liking the feel of his touch on my bare flesh. I suck in a deep cry when his finger brushes over my n*pples at the same time.

What the fcuk was that?

Warmth spread inside me when his hands gently squeezed. From where his hands were in all directions. My blood heated up is what it felt like. Straight to my hair roots, to my toes. A twitching, pulsing sort of feeling in my- no way what?

“All you have to do is kiss me,” I hear my throaty very feminine and so unlike me voice as he took on a somewhat rotating motion of my fleshy moulds.

“I had every intention of doing that-”

“Do not stop, Ale. And kiss me.” Something feels wet, coming down from inside me, between my legs and my excitement grows. I move my very stiff hips, hearing his grounded-out moan and open my eyes to meet his, feeling my br*ast swelling just as I have read so many times before.

Very masculine, this man.

Removing both hands from inside the shirt, I am wearing, he drops his gaze down to my mouth once more then up to my eyes, one of his hands cupping the back of my head, pulling my head down towards his. His other hand braces my back when he moves me lower and leans over me.

My entire body is shivering.

He is stiff as I lift myself off him to balance better on my knees, my palms on his wide chest.

He closes his eyes and mine remains wide open as his tongue moistens my lips first then slowly presses his lips on mine. Stomach on fire I stay still, staring up at the moving ceiling fan, I feel his full mouth open then pulls in my bottom lip, between his teeth.

It’s happening, my brain screams. My heart now a freight train.

Then he slowly does it to my other lip. I squint my eyes close, then feel myself tensing as he repeats the motion slowly then moistens with his tongue again, causing my stomach to hit the floor.

Warm tingles after tingles pass through me.

He sits upright, bringing his knees up and now my mouth is higher than his, so I feel as if I am the one who should lead but I do not know what to do. But he stands up, slowly guiding my legs down, “Shh,” comes out of his full lips when I protest, holding my hands in place around his neck until I feel the carpet beneath my feet. Then he moves my hands down and around his waist.

“Let’s do this right, hmm?” He cups my face so delicately, his thumb under my chin as his lips come back to mine. Slowly he moves them. It’s strange how it feels. Thick. His tongue darts out, I feel it, but he does not shove it down my throat as I have heard people say.

He keeps moving his lips at the same slow pace while I just...don’t move. I cannot. I have wanted this so long and now I do not know how to react to it. His saliva is inside my mouth! How to deal with this other than how I am coping? I am giddy. Almost too afraid to move as my world seems to be shifting. Everything seems to be a whirlpool, but I know I am rooted to the ground.

Is this what that feels like?

As if reading me, he pushes his fingers into the back of my hair and whispers against my lips. “Follow my movements.”

I do- slowly I mimic him and when I think I have finally got it, he deepens it a bit then his tongue enters the game. I taste the wine and even the gyro he had earlier. He made a throaty sound of pleasure, and it encouraged me, and I copied him, putting my tongue into his mouth. Pretty soon, my brain starts swimming as my thinking cells leave, leaving me in pure bliss.

It got better. And better. I do not want to stop this. I could go on forever. Is this what I have been missing out on? I should have kissed Trevor, the guy who asked me out years ago. I should have said yes and gone to the movies with him and ended the night with this.

But would it have felt like this?

No, I cannot deny it. I am glad that this is my first kiss and not some fifteen-year-old who probably would have been as clumsy as I am. That would have been awful. But this right now? This is memorable. I will remember this for the rest of my days.

I cannot put into words what my body is going through anymore. All I can say is, if I die now, I will die happy. I feel content with life.