Page 46 of Capicú Summer

She smiles at that, and her chin lifts. “Then you win.”

My voice drops as I begin to peel off my own clothes. “And what exactly do I win, Ciela?”

Adri grins, completely unbothered by the effect she's having on me. Her bra lands on my face, her round and plump tits bounce with her step. “You’ll find out.”

A laugh rumbles from my chest. “Dangerous answer, mami.”

“Maybe that’s the point.”

“In that case,” I growl. “I’ll give you a head start. Consider it a gentleman’s advantage.”

“How generous of you.”

She backs away, her laughter echoing down the hall. “Oh, baby, make it fun… Cuz when I catch you, Adri, I’ll be fucking you until the sunrise.”

With that, she squeals and takes off.

While I trail behind her in slow and deliberate steps, letting the adrenaline build inside me. She darts around the corner, and I chase after her. Adri has always been trouble, and thankfully I have a habit of always ending up wrapped in it.

It doesn’t take much to catch her, if anything she makes it entirely too easy. By the time I make it to her, she’s bent over my kitchen counter, looking over her shoulder and giving me those fuck me eyes that make my balls tighten and my dick spring to life.

I stop a few feet away, enjoying the view, basking in the glory that is Adriana Santos. Crossing my arms, I ask, “That’s it? That’s the best my little mouse can do? Este gato tiene hambre…⁠*”

A daring smile slowly stretches across her lips.

“And I got something for you to eat,” she replies coyly, and with a crooked finger, she beckons me forward. And like the good boy that I am, I move at her command, noticing that somehow she got the bottle of Henny out of my hands and into the kitchen. Fuck, I’m really wasted.

Either way, I keep moving, licking my lips as I watch her tilt the bottle, letting the amber liquid spill down her bare back. When she arches, the Henny pools at the small of her spine, right between the two dimples that I love toying with. The smooth sweet scent of the cognac is heavy in the air. Adriana tilts her head, daring me to come closer. The amber liquid glistens against her brown skin. “Wanna take a lick?”

I scoff… and take a lick..

Yeah, I’ll be doing exactly that and more. I lean in, tracing the trail with my tongue—slow and deliberate, making her squirm in my grasp. The flavor lingers on my taste buds, and it doesn't matter that it burns. I want more. She laughs, breath catching when I press closer, tasting her skin and the liquor together. The thought of marking her makes my pulse jump, and I groan against her flesh.

I give her ass a little smack, watching the ripple of the smooth muscle before leaning closer and taking a bite. Adri jumps, a soft sound escaping her lips.

“Wait here,” I tell her, before giving her another firmer smack and stepping away towards the fridge. I’m exactly where I need to be. Different plan but same outcome either way. I can feel her eyes on me, tracking my every move. I open the fridge, smiling when I see the thin layer of ice that coats my lucky ones. A black smooth tile, with one dot on each side, the very one I used to do exactly what I’m about to do next.

Plucking it out of the ice tray, I turn around and lean into the fridge., letting the cool surface bite into my heated flesh. Watching as she squirms, clenching her legs together and fighting the curiosity to turn around to see what I’m about to do to her.

With the tile now between my fingers, I move towards her, stepping behind her. Using the domino, I trace the edge of the tile against her shoulder blades. Then the curve of her spine, relishing on the goosebumps that rise on her flesh. She shivers, the cold leaving a wet trail that glows against her heat. My heart lurches, my cock strains painfully, and my hips press closer. My dick slips between her plump cheeks as I continue the trail down.

“You know, didn't your family teach you it’s not good to play with your food,” she blurts out nervously, biting down on her lip, desperate to turn around. I wish she would. I wish she could see how much I want to devour her. How much it hurts to have this much restraint after years of not having her. I want to take my time, make every second count. Make every touch memorable.

“I’m not toying with food,”I murmur. “I’m admiring it. I told you cooking is art, and I’m only memorizing the moment.”

“Yael. She breathes my name like a plea, and as much as I hate denying her pleasure, I need to so I can deliver something more. My hand moves to her messy bun, pulling her curls free from her restraints and fisting them. I yank her backwards, my dick sliding up with ease when she arches into me. Slowly, I move the cold tile down her sternum, feeling her body shudder under my touch.

I smile against her skin.

“I’m so happy that you’re back,” I whisper before grazing her flesh with my teeth. Adri trembles, her knees almost giving out under her. When the corner of the tile traces circles on her hardened nipples, she moans and I groan. My pleasure derives always from giving hers. I move to the other breast, giving it the same attention. The same wet swirls until she’s a writhing mess, begging for more.

“Please…” she begs. “I need it.”

“You gotta listen first.”

Adri shakes her head in disapproval. Defiant even in surrender. “No,” she whines. “We will talk tomorrow.”

“Nah,” I tell her, leaning closer to her ear. “You’re gonna be good for me?”