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I got dressed while Carmelo went to go tell his supervisor that he was sick. We could not be seen leaving the resort together so I took a cab and picked him up outside the main gate at a bus stop where employees arrived between shifts. It took nearly an hour to get to Playa del Carmen. So, Carmelo and I jacked and jilled each other off in the backseat. The driver was visibly aggravated but did not say anything. He rather demanded his payment upon arrival and rushed us out of his cab.
Waiting for the ferry to arrive, watching the locals with their beach bags and swimsuits getting ready to go spend the day on the white sandy beaches of Cozumel, was so romantic. It reminded me of how cruel Korey was for trying to punish me by sending me there alone. The last laugh was on me. I felt like a contestant on that show Temptation Island. My relationship with Korey had not survived the test. It was never meant to be.
Carmelo and I located a secluded spot on the top level of the ferry for the thirty-minute ride to Cozumel. We kissed each other passionately the entire time. I had never kissed someone so long and hard before in my lifetime. One woman walked by with a younger child and I tried to pull away from Carmelo’s tongue but he refused to let the fire die down. The woman shook her head and walked off with her child in tow to find somewhere else to sit.
We arrived at Cozumel and had frozen drinks at Fat Tuesday, then walked around the town so I could pick up a few trinkets and souvenirs from the shopping areas. Most of the items—particularly the silver—was overpriced, but I was able to find some reasonable things. I bought a marbleized gray dick to add to my collection. Okay, so I am a freak. I love my toys. Heaven knows, I would not and could not ever deny that one.
I was surprised to see how readily available amoxicillin, penicillin and other drugs that require prescriptions in the States were and purchased a few bottles right over the counter to prepare for the winter months. We grabbed some lunch at La Parilla Grill and then headed down to a secluded area on the beach. It was breathtaking. The water, the sand, the clear sky, the man beside me. All breathtaking.
Carmelo surprised me by taking off his shirt and shorts right there, in broad daylight. “There’s no one around. Get naked,” he demanded.
I giggled. “And what do you propose to do to me if I do get naked?”
“Ever made love on the beach?”
“No, but would we be making love, Carmelo? I thought we were simply fuck partners.”
He sighed in disgust and collapsed beside me in the sand. “Why do you try so hard to be hard, Taneisha?”
I brushed his question off. “I’m keeping things in perspective. I live in Detroit; you live in Cancún. You have a woman, to boot.”
“No, I don’t have a woman. I told her three days ago that I was in love with you.”
“What did you just say to me?”
“Te amo. I love you.”
I stared at Carmelo, sitting there naked next to me, proclaiming his love for me. I reached out and took his hand. “Carmelo, you don’t even know me. If you only knew…”
“Knew what?”
That I’ve been the biggest whore in Mec-ci-co this week, I thought to myself.
I could not get the words out. Instead, I started getting undressed. I wanted him; right there on the sand. After I was nude, I lay back and watched him climb on top of me. We kissed, even deeper than on the ferry. He caressed my breasts and I felt renewed; reborn by his touch. No one had ever brought out those emotions in me before; no one.
r /> He licked a trail down the middle of my chest and then dipped the tip of his tongue in my belly button. I grabbed his shoulders and stared up at the blue sky. There was not a cloud in sight. It was truly paradise. Carmelo went down on me and I spread my legs to welcome his face between my legs; right where it belonged. He spread my pussy lips with his fingers and lapped at my clit until my moans became uncontrollable. I tried to back my hips up away from him but he sucked me right back into his ecstasy.
Once I came, I pulled him all the way up so that his knees straddled my shoulders. I commanded him, “Aliméntame con tu dick.” Feed me your dick.
“Damn, Taneisha! You sound so sexy when you say that.”
He positioned his dick right at my lips and I ate my dessert. It was good, too. I took the head of it in and suckled on it like an orange. He was excited and wanted me to deep-throat him but I worked the shaft with my hands for a while; working magic with my fingers and my mouth. Then I relaxed my throat, took it all in and held it there. He shuddered and stared down at me. I gazed into his eyes and wondered what had carried me to this place; lying on the white sands of Mexico with a dick in my mouth that was not attached to the man who had been my world for more than three years.
The waves started crashing against the shore as the tide was about to come in. I did not want to stop, though, and it was a sensual feeling to have the water cascading through my hair and over my skin, mixed with sand, as I continued to devour Carmelo’s dick. This had gone beyond lust. I realized it at that moment. I realized it even more when he entered me and slowly worked my G-spot with all the right moves. I let out a yelp when I came.
By the time we caught the last ferry back to Playa del Carmen, I was exhausted. Still, Carmelo insisted that I go into town with him to meet his family. I was totally embarrassed when I shook his mother’s hand; thinking about all the nasty and freaky things I had done with her son whom I had met mere days earlier. I sat and ate dinner at her table. Her English was minimal but I had gotten better with my Spanish so we somehow managed. She was a sweet woman who had been dealt a tough hand in life but like sisters united in all races, she had lived up to her responsibilities and done the best that she could do. She had managed.
Carmelo saw me to a cab. I did not want him to get in trouble by going back to the resort with me in a cab and the buses had stopped running. Besides, our good-byes had to take place there that night. I could not see him the day I was leaving. I was not dick-whipped; I was love-whipped and I knew it.
Korey did as I suspected and attempted to get back with me the day after I returned. I told him to forget about it and go crawl back up in the bed with that cave witch he had cheated on me with. I returned to work as an investment banker. I had never mentioned my profession or how much money I made to any of the men in Cancún. I wanted them to assume that I was struggling financially and had merely saved up for the trip of a lifetime. I was actually very well off and lived on a two-million-dollar estate that was nearly paid off already. Within another year, I would own it lock, stock and barrel.
For months I tried to forget about Carmelo. I had to admit that while I did not think he was beneath me like the woman he had been dating in Mexico, I was not sure that he could fit into my world. It was a hectic world, my microwave society, and things were much slower in Cancún. Life was more carefree. I tried to stay even busier than normal and fucked a new man every now and then; simply to satisfy basic needs. None of them could give me what I needed.
By June I had phoned Carmelo and told him that I needed him. I had already purchased him a plane ticket and he had less than four hours to get to the airport. I prayed he had what he needed to travel to the States; he did. He had never left Mexico but had always dreamed of it.
He was only supposed to stay for a few days but that turned into a few months. Now it has been a few years. Carmelo not only fit into my world, he is my entire world. My husband, the father of my twin sons and my business partner in CT Contracting, which I lend my financial know-how to while he runs the day-to-day operations. It is funny how things turn out. But, you know what? La vida tiene valor cuando no se sabe lo que trae el mañana. Not knowing what tomorrow holds is what makes life worth living.
