He was in love with her and didn’t care who knew.
He could see forever with her.
Before he could rip the clothes off of her perfect body, Alma had stripped down to a lacy green bra that barely covered her breasts and matching panties.
He kissed her full lips as her hand rubbed his cock. Her hair was wild, and she tasted sweet. Wild and sweet. That was his girl.
Jaime undid her bra and sucked on her nipples. Her perfectly pert breasts felt like heaven. His cock was aching for her. Almabegan to bite her lips, holding back her moans, and her muffled sounds were like music to his ears.
Alma undid his pants and grabbed his cock at the base. Shedeep-throated him, bobbing up and down. Her hot mouth felt so fucking incredible wrapped around his length. They were in perfect sync, sexually.
He could’ve come in her mouth, but he held back.
He just wanted to worship her.
He flipped her under him and kissed down her belly until he hit the hem of her panties. Jaime pulled her panties off and kissed her delicate flesh. She moaned again and grabbed his hair as he licked her. She writhed under his mouth.
Jaime wanted to lick her forever, but she pulled him up to face her.
He kissed her as he slowly entered her, his woman. She felt like happiness and heaven, all wrapped in one. Their fingers interlaced as they made love, every thrust bringing them closer to each other.
Ever since their initial college breakup, he had drowned himself in meaningless sex. But it felt empty. Sex between two people who truly cared for each other, who weren’t just trying to get off, but were genuinely devoted to each other, was the most incredible high in the world.
He and Alma were endgame. After the connection that they shared, Jaime couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.
Alma was close, her breath quickening. Jaime placed his hand under her ass and guided her movements.
They stared into each other’s eyes as they came together in complete bliss.
Then, they heard the doorbell ring. Oh damn.
They quickly cleaned up and got dressed and saw Carlos standing at the door with a woman who Jaime didn’t recognize. The girl was a bit younger than Carlos, with short wavy hair and a pretty smile.
Jaime let them in.
“Hey, bro, what’s up? We just got our new tequila.”
“Really, that’s so cool.”
“Pull up a chair and join us for a shot. Your friend is welcome too.”
Carlos grinned and took the woman’s hand. “She’s not my friend, actually. She’s my girlfriend. This is Cristina. Cristina, that’s my sister, Alma, and my soon-to-be brother-in-law, Jaime.”
Alma punched her older brother in the arm. “Smart-ass, we are not engaged.”
“Yet,” Carlos retorted.
Jaime walked over and hugged Cristina. “Nice to meet you. I’ll give you the rundown on the full family. Basics are Tío Gustavo tells tall tales and Tía Cecilia is a chismosa.”
Alma hugged Cristina, then hugged Carlos. “I’m so glad to meet you. So tell me, how long have you been dating? Where did you meet?”
Jaime shook his head. “Oh, Alma is a chismosa also.”
She swatted him with an embroidered cloth napkin. “I am not!”
“Yes, you are.”
Carlos answered Alma’s question. “Actually, she’s the mom of one of my students. We just hit it off.”
