siempre_unica

It had been a long day and you got a text message from Cristiano saying that he had a date for you tonight. You growled at your phone and sent him a nasty,

“I don’t want to go out!” before you entered the grocery store. You decided against a basket at this point, in and out, that’s all you wanted. You grabbed milk, because it was essential that you had a bowl of lucky charms in the morning. Next you headed straight for the produce; it is in fact pretty hard being a vegetarian without vegetables! A buzzing in your pocket caused you to roll your eyes, and of course when you looked at the screen your guess was right on the money.

“Please, you need to get out of that office every once in a while.” Cristiano wrote back. You let out a heavy sigh and ran into what felt like a brick wall.

“Shit!” You say aloud.

“I’m very sorry.” You looked up to see where that accent was spewing from and were instantly captured by the brightest, bluest eyes you had ever seen in your twenty-one years of life.

“Fuck.” You whispered to yourself. His eyebrows furrowed and a half smile crept on to his face, he was unsure of how to react to your lack of vocabulary.

“I’m having a bad day.” He offered. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.” He shrugged.

“I wasn’t watching either.” You snapped out of it, he was after all just a man. A man behind the most amazing blue eyes you had ever seen, but a man nonetheless.

“So, I’m sorry.”

“It was my fault, I’m sorry. I won’t keep you from your shopping any longer.” You smiled up at him. Wow, he was really towering over you.

“I’m sure you’re much more interesting than my shopping.” He smiled at you. You realized he was lingering and you were unsure of what to do now.

“Well, this may be true.” You nodded. He laughed, and you bit your lip pretty hard. Ask for my number, you thought.

“Do you want to trade numbers?” He looked down at your phone and so did you. He glanced down at his phone and started to play with the buttons. You gave him a small smile and told him your number.

“I’ll send you a message.” He said, “You’ll get my number then.” He walked away. Your heart fluttered, he was cute. Your phone started buzzing and this time it was a call.

“Cris, I can’t go out with you and your blind dates tonight.”

“You need to step away from your writing!” He demanded, and you always thought it was cute when he tried to be hard. You thought it over for a few.

“Please, I don’t get to spend time with you anymore.” He whined.

“Okay, I will, but don’t expect anything.” You warned.

“Great, you’re my good luck charm.” He chuckled. You said your goodbyes and finished your shopping. On the way out you saw those beautiful blue eyes again, this time he was walking out of the door as you were waiting for your last bag. He winked at you, a small smile lingering on his lips. You impatiently started tapping your fingers on the counter. The person bagging was definitely not rushing on your count. Finally, the bag was placed in your hand and you rushed towards the sliding doors in hopes of seeing him again.

 “He’ll be here any minute.” Cristiano reassured you. You glanced down at your phone; you hadn’t gotten a message yet. Was he bullshitting you, a mere flirt, nothing more? You shook it off and smiled up at Cristiano, taking his kiss on the cheek with pursed lips, as if you were kissing his cheek as well. That annoying little gadget of a phone was now taking too much of your attention away from your best friend, so you slipped it in to your purse and took a deep breath.

“Here you go,” Cristiano shoved a drink in your hand, “You could use it, I can tell.” He winked. You gladly took the drink out of his hand and started to drink from it.

“Where is your date?” You wondered aloud. Cristiano sat next to you and shrugged.

“No date tonight, we’ll just see where it goes.” You took a few small sips of your drink before responding with a,

“Wow, that’s new.” The enthusiasm was lacking in your voice.

“Well…” He trailed off.

“No attachments?” You offered.

“Maybe.” He frowned and thought it over. The ladies all thought your friend was such a babe, how was he ever your best friend?

The doorbell rang and Cris jumped up to get it. You gave a loud sigh and started to rub your hands together. Your nerves were getting to you again; you took a long drink from your glass realizing that it was almost gone. Good thing your date was here.

“No, no, esta bien.” You heard Cristiano say. You wondered who on earth he was bringing and why he used your weakness against you, men who speak fluent Spanish. Your phone buzzed, you could hear the song to your text messages playing and you quickly grabbed it to silence the noise. You noticed there was a number you had never seen before. The message read,

“Guess who…” You smiled so wide it was hard to contain. When you heard the footsteps of the boys getting closer you glanced up and noticed your date had his phone in his hands, too. Your eyes lazily trailed up his body and met his face. You were happily met by those eyes.

You slip your fingers into Cristiano’s hair and tug at it while you kiss every inch of him you can reach. You hear a deep moan trapped inside of him. It’s hard for you not to be aroused. You pull his head back by his hair and kiss his Adam’s apple. Getting quite tired of seeing him in his clothes you yank his shirt over his head. He gives you a little smile and sweeps you up into his arms. As he cradles your ass in his hands you wrap your arms and legs around him. Playfully biting his ear you feel him start to laugh. You wriggle out of his grasp.

“If you can beat me to the room, I’ll give you a massage. If I beat you to the room I want a nice back massage.” You nod. He nods right back at you and before you can say ‘go’ he’s off. You growl and head out back trying to reach the sliding door to his bedroom. You reach the door and try to pull it open. Cristiano was already in the room and he stood by the sliding door laughing at you. He started to point and you could hear his cackling from outside. You place your hands on your hips and tap your foot, trying hard not to laugh. He shakes his finger at you and you decide to play too.

Shrugging him off you turn to the pool; quickly you throw off your shirt and shorts before racing to the pool. You glance back to see Cris’s huge smile and unclasp your bra. Holding it out before you-you drop it next to the pool. You dive in and only then realize how cold it had been outside. You shiver once you come up and realize Cris is no longer in his room from what you can see. Deciding you’re going to get used to the cold water instead of give up on playing hard to get you duck under water and commence to swimming. You reach the surface again and are startled by Cris standing over you.

“Cold?” He questions; you shake your head and backstroke away from him. You pull off your panties and throw them next to your bra at the opposite end of the pool. Cris dives in the pool and comes after you. As soon as he gets close you start to swim away. You look back to see him throwing his Armani underwear next to your pile of clothes. You giggle and begin swimming towards him.

“No-not now. I don’t even want you anymore.” He states, shaking his head.

“Aw, baby, don’t be so sensitive.” You tease. He tries not to laugh and fails miserably. You almost reach him when he pushes away. You grab on to his ankle, almost getting drug underneath the water. He stops once you manage to grab the other. You slide your hands seductively up his calves. He turns and catches your lips, parting them, he takes you into a sensual kiss. You don’t even try to hold back your moan as he grasps your breast in one hand and your butt in the other. Pulling you so close he almost takes the air from your lungs. You reach down taking him into your hand, slowly stroking his cock. He pulls away from the kiss and lets his head fall back slightly. You take this opportunity to kiss his strong neck, sucking and biting your way down to his shouler.

You stop everything and duck under the water. He quickly follows and you pull him into a kiss. Swimming away from him you reach the wall and hold yourself down by holding onto the makeshift steps built into the pool wall. He reaches you, slips his hand behind your waist and grasps the step you’re holding on to. He takes your tender nipple into his mouth biting down. Pulling away with your nipple between his lips, he looks up at you. He hooks his feet onto the last step and brings a hand in between your legs. You allow yourself to float the short distance to the top for air. He follows suit and quickly dunks his head back under water. You can tell he likes the game you started.

“I want you.” You mouth to him. A cheeky smile plays on his lips as his hand dips between your legs again. He pushes a couple of his long fingers into you while he lets his thumb glide over your most sensitive spot. You push your head against the pool wall and bite your lip. Your heart is racing. He sloppily kisses you, pulling away with your lip between his teeth. You both let go allowing yourselves to reach the surface and you let out a low moan in his ear as you wrap your legs around his hips. His fingers still inside you and his thumb caressing your clit.

“Cris!” You exclaim. He begins speaking in Portuguese next to your ear.

“Yes, please.” You say. “Agora sim.” You manage to let out. The many years you had spent with him really rubbed off. You grab his neglected sex and pump your hand. His movements between your legs got faster before he pulled away. You whimper and let go of him, pulling at the small of his back you beg him to continue.

“Sim.” He grunts, “Agora?” He asks, and you nod in desperation. He slowly enters you and your thighs tighten around his hips. Your ankles pull him closer, harder. He works himself into a smooth rhythm and you welcome his sexy grunts. Before either of you can reach your climax you turn around resting your hands on the cement, holding on tight you feel his hand grasp your hips. He slips inside you once again, slamming into your ass. You call out, grabbing behind you, clawing at his back. You grip his ass in one hand holding yourself up with the other. Digging your nails into his skin you feel your ragged breath catching in your throat. His heavy breathing is more apparent when he places his face right next to your ear. Biting down on your shoulder he nibbles his way up to your ear, taking your earlobe in his mouth. You reach behind you to take his wet curls into your fist. Pulling him off of your neck you turn to kiss him; he meets you half way and kisses you rough. The kiss is only broken when you release a moan. The look on his face is determined and you demand him to go faster, harder. When you can no longer take it you are ready to push him off and take control, but he beats you to the punch and flips you around once more. He enters you again, catching you by surprise; he pounds you into the wall, and just as soon as you are going to let yourself give in you come to and push him off of you. Pressing him against the wall you take control; he finally allows it, pulling at the small of your back. You let him enter you once more, riding him like you had always imagined. Scratching your nails down his chest, you finger his abdominals and slide your hands back up to rub your thumbs over his hard nipples. You pull him close slamming your body against his. Your pace quickens and you kiss him, almost slamming your lips against his. Forcefully parting his lips you try to take control of that too, but he won’t allow it. Slipping his fingers into your hair he pulls your head back with a fistful of hair in his hand. He smiles down at you and takes you into another kiss. His hands dip into the water and he grabs your ass with both hands, pulling you into him. You’re reaching your climax and he can tell. He took over once again, feeling as though he had let you have enough fun taking the reins.

“Ay, namorado, por favor.” You beg. He pushes you against the wall, slamming into you. One hand reaches down to finger you as he rocks back and forth. You can’t help but dig your nails into his shoulders and he lets out a small cry before he quickens his pace.

“So close.” You whisper, pulling the small of his back into you. Gripping his ass, digging your nails into his skin you hold your breath as you finally release. Soon he releases and kisses his way up from your shoulder. Kissing along your jaw line his lips finally meet yours. You look into his eyes, filled with bliss, and smile at him. Kissing him one last time, you climb out of the pool and head back to his room. When you reach the sliding door it’s actually unlocked.

Cristiano is close behind with all of your clothes in his hands. He tosses them on the floor and motions you to follow him to the bathroom. He turns on the shower and you lean against the wall waiting for the water to heat up. He takes your hands and holds them against the wall above your head as he teases you with the intention of a kiss. His lips centimeters away from yours, he brushes against your lips and pulls away. Aching to feel his soft lips against yours and to trace your fingers down his strong arms, you pout. Trying to wriggle free from his grasp, you yank your hands down to no avail. He chuckles and lets you free. As soon as you try to touch his perfect body he steps away and climbs into the shower, giving you one last glance before he disappears behind the opaque glass.