The Lust of Years
Sitting on a gilded bench staring into a lead glass was a dark-haired, olive-skinned raven haired beauty applying a luxurious cream to her skin, as Santiago moved around in the space behind her getting dressed for the day, “Santiago, have you thought about what we talked about the other night?” Maria asked, watching her husband with loving eyes through his morning routine.
Santiago stopped behind his wife and placed his hands on her shoulders, “Si, amor, I have thought about it. I think you are right. I am going to attempt to make amends with Marsala. A familia shouldn’t have such bad blood. That is why I am going to extend an invitation for them to come over after church for brunch.” He leaned down and placed a light kiss on the delicate curve of her neck and shoulder. “Besides, that way I get to have Lolita’s special tamales.” He smirked as he turned back to his routine. Maria sat smiling at her husband’s bravado.
“Ok, hijo. I will arrange for brunch Sunday after church. I’m just going to ask Lolita to make her usual Sunday brunch, but to add her ever so fabulous tamales.” Maria rolled her eyes as she headed into the closet to get dressed.
“Oh, don’t be jealous, my love. You are still the most fabulous thing that I want at all times.” Santiago called from the bedroom. “Now if we could cover you in Lolita’s tamales, ¡Dios mio, then we would have something to talk about.” Santiago’s flirty statement was rewarded by Maria’s throaty giggle that she saved especially for him.
As Santiago was double checking his reflection, Maria exited from the closet, in a stunning jade-hued Chanel dress that hugged her curves and showed off her well toned legs in a way that still drove Santiago crazy. After 27 years and 6 children, this beautiful angel not only make his blood boil, but she was his best friend. He was so deeply in love with this woman that her simple lopsided-smile could make his heart race and his day that much better. His sole purpose in life was to make sure that everything and anything she could ever want or need; she got. He made it his goal each day to make sure that she was happy and spoiled.
“Santiago, did you hear me love?” Maria asked touching his arm and startling him out of his trance.
“I’m sorry, Mamá, I was just fantasizing about you and lost track of time.” He gently swept her into his arms, “You always seem to know just what to do to get me off course.” He began nuzzling her neck.
“Oh, Papi. What have I done this time to distract you?” Maria giggled.
“Just being you. For looking more and more beautiful each day. For being just as sultry and eye-catching today as you were 28 years ago.” Santiago continued to nuzzle on Maria’s neck.
Maria leaned heavily into Santiago’s chest and pulled his face to meet hers. The kiss they shared showed the many years of love, commitment, and passion that was still very alive and burning as bright as the sun.
Santiago stroked down Maria’s body to the hem on her dress. He grasped the hem and lifted, stroking her silk covered thighs during his climb towards her already moistening V. As his hand cupped her warmed, responsive mound, Maria let out a gasp that caused his body to tingle. He felt her hands run through his hair as she grabbed handfuls emitting her reaction to the feel of his supple, moist mouth as he placed kisses on her chest, using the other hand to remove the jacket allowing him access to place little nips and kisses from one nipple to the other bringing them to rapid, stiff peaks.
Santiago felt her body liquefy as he moved his hand around her panties to enter her throbbing tunnel. Between his mouth and his hand working so adeptly it was only a matter of seconds before Maria’s knees gave out and Santiago laid her down on the plush carpet at the foot of the bed. His desire was soaring to such peaks that he tore Maria’s silk panties from her body, pushed her legs apart and buried his face in her dripping cushion. He knew he had struck the right spot when Maria’s shocked pleasurable gasp broke through his craving. He felt her well manicured nails dig into his scalp as he licked and flicked her button repeatedly until her hips began bucking and bouncing like a wild bronc at the rodeo.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Santiago pulled open his trousers releasing his engorged penis, grabbed his wife’s tantalizing legs and drove his shaft deep, long and hard repeatedly until both had collapsed in a heaving pile; bodies intimately linked, sweat streaked hair and faces, but very satiated.
It was Maria who moved first, she raised her head and kissed Santiago on the side of his neck gently pushing the sweat soaked hair to the side. “Come, amante, we have to start our morning routine over.” She kissed his cheek as he raised his head, “Again.” Melting into his shimmering eyes, she smiled, deeply and pressed her mouth to his.
“Thank you, mi amor. I love the feel of our hearts becoming one. You mean so much to me. Te quiero, ahora y para siempre.”
“Anytime, amante,” She wraps her arms and legs around him, “Anytime.” Maria reached up and kissed him on his nose thrusting her hips into Santiago’s resurrecting groin.
Santiago stopped behind his wife and placed his hands on her shoulders, “Si, amor, I have thought about it. I think you are right. I am going to attempt to make amends with Marsala. A familia shouldn’t have such bad blood. That is why I am going to extend an invitation for them to come over after church for brunch.” He leaned down and placed a light kiss on the delicate curve of her neck and shoulder. “Besides, that way I get to have Lolita’s special tamales.” He smirked as he turned back to his routine. Maria sat smiling at her husband’s bravado.
“Ok, hijo. I will arrange for brunch Sunday after church. I’m just going to ask Lolita to make her usual Sunday brunch, but to add her ever so fabulous tamales.” Maria rolled her eyes as she headed into the closet to get dressed.
“Oh, don’t be jealous, my love. You are still the most fabulous thing that I want at all times.” Santiago called from the bedroom. “Now if we could cover you in Lolita’s tamales, ¡Dios mio, then we would have something to talk about.” Santiago’s flirty statement was rewarded by Maria’s throaty giggle that she saved especially for him.
As Santiago was double checking his reflection, Maria exited from the closet, in a stunning jade-hued Chanel dress that hugged her curves and showed off her well toned legs in a way that still drove Santiago crazy. After 27 years and 6 children, this beautiful angel not only make his blood boil, but she was his best friend. He was so deeply in love with this woman that her simple lopsided-smile could make his heart race and his day that much better. His sole purpose in life was to make sure that everything and anything she could ever want or need; she got. He made it his goal each day to make sure that she was happy and spoiled.
“Santiago, did you hear me love?” Maria asked touching his arm and startling him out of his trance.
“I’m sorry, Mamá, I was just fantasizing about you and lost track of time.” He gently swept her into his arms, “You always seem to know just what to do to get me off course.” He began nuzzling her neck.
“Oh, Papi. What have I done this time to distract you?” Maria giggled.
“Just being you. For looking more and more beautiful each day. For being just as sultry and eye-catching today as you were 28 years ago.” Santiago continued to nuzzle on Maria’s neck.
Maria leaned heavily into Santiago’s chest and pulled his face to meet hers. The kiss they shared showed the many years of love, commitment, and passion that was still very alive and burning as bright as the sun.
Santiago stroked down Maria’s body to the hem on her dress. He grasped the hem and lifted, stroking her silk covered thighs during his climb towards her already moistening V. As his hand cupped her warmed, responsive mound, Maria let out a gasp that caused his body to tingle. He felt her hands run through his hair as she grabbed handfuls emitting her reaction to the feel of his supple, moist mouth as he placed kisses on her chest, using the other hand to remove the jacket allowing him access to place little nips and kisses from one nipple to the other bringing them to rapid, stiff peaks.
Santiago felt her body liquefy as he moved his hand around her panties to enter her throbbing tunnel. Between his mouth and his hand working so adeptly it was only a matter of seconds before Maria’s knees gave out and Santiago laid her down on the plush carpet at the foot of the bed. His desire was soaring to such peaks that he tore Maria’s silk panties from her body, pushed her legs apart and buried his face in her dripping cushion. He knew he had struck the right spot when Maria’s shocked pleasurable gasp broke through his craving. He felt her well manicured nails dig into his scalp as he licked and flicked her button repeatedly until her hips began bucking and bouncing like a wild bronc at the rodeo.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Santiago pulled open his trousers releasing his engorged penis, grabbed his wife’s tantalizing legs and drove his shaft deep, long and hard repeatedly until both had collapsed in a heaving pile; bodies intimately linked, sweat streaked hair and faces, but very satiated.
It was Maria who moved first, she raised her head and kissed Santiago on the side of his neck gently pushing the sweat soaked hair to the side. “Come, amante, we have to start our morning routine over.” She kissed his cheek as he raised his head, “Again.” Melting into his shimmering eyes, she smiled, deeply and pressed her mouth to his.
“Thank you, mi amor. I love the feel of our hearts becoming one. You mean so much to me. Te quiero, ahora y para siempre.”
“Anytime, amante,” She wraps her arms and legs around him, “Anytime.” Maria reached up and kissed him on his nose thrusting her hips into Santiago’s resurrecting groin.