My Puerto Rican Sex Toy.

[ShadowStang]

It was a beautiful summer evening, the rain had cooled the hot pavement, creating a haze above the ground as it evaporated. I was outside on the fabric bench swing, wearing my baby blue suede bikini top and a pair of lowrise jeans. Watching the occasional car slowly cruise down the road was beginning to bore me, and the sun had finished it's slow descent, creeping past the horizon. I sighed, and decided I'd just cross the street to walk down the beach for a little bit. My bare feet padded quietly across the now warm pavement, down a short grassy slope onto the sugar-white sand. The sound of the waves carried me to another time and place, as the soft ocean breeze blew my waist-length black hair around my shoulders. The feeling of the hair touching my back reminded me of a lover's touch, so I sighed... Remembering. Oh, sometimes I curse myself for leaving home, to live here, but the promise of a career, and money was too much. So I left. It's been a while since I've seen him, or even heard from him. But I still remember every single touch.

As I strode down the beach slowly, walking closer and closer to the foamy water, I sighed again, and stopped just a foot away from one of the big wooden beams holding up the pier. I hastily flopped myself onto the ground, leaning back against the cool wood, closing my green eyes to take in my surroundings. Little did I know, I'd been followed. Feeling a bit uneasy, I opened my eyes to look around -- nothing but a big sandcrab burrowing into the sand only inches from my feet. "Hm," I thought to myself as I noted my pale feet, "they blend into the sand... Well, except for my toenails. I wonder what color I should paint them when I get home. I'm tired of the blue..."

Realizing that I'd lost myself in thought, I laughed a bit and stood up, brushing myself off. Not paying attention, I spun around, away from the pier and crashed into -- wait... I'm on the beach, how could I crash into something? It was then that I realized that there were deeply tanned, strong hands on my pale arms holding me up. I started to apologize to the stranger who hadn't let me fall, so I looked up to meet his gaze and it was not a stranger at all. It was my Darkness.

"How did you.. When.. What are you doing here?!" I sputtered, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, and pulling him into a hug. All he could do was laugh and hug me back, and there I was, gone from lonely to complete. It was as if I was dreaming.

"I had to find you, Moonlight. I've missed you so. Nothing has been right since you left, I've been so distraught," he finally replied. I released him, pulling back against his arms. Confused, I looked up the extra seven or so inches to look into his dark brown eyes. The wind did nothing to help, it blew my hair around my face.

"What do you mean, nothing has been right?" I asked, drawling every so often. After years of being out of Georgia, I still sounded just like I did. He laughed at that, then removed my glasses to brush his fingertips from my eyebrows down over my face to end at my chin -- a move we often used to convey our love without words. My eyes instinctively closed as I looked back up to him. He only shook his head, and that's when I saw two things -- tears, and a new tattoo. He'd finally gone and completed the set. Without thinking, I reached over my left shoulder to touch the upraised flesh where I'd gotten my nickname -- Moonlight -- tattooed. The blue Kanji symbol was really my only reminder of home. I reached out to touch his forearm, running my fingertips over the inked skin, feeling the symbol for his nickname -- Darkness.

From there, my hand somehow found itself entangled in his midback-length, curly black hair as he leaned down and kissed me, deeply and passionately. He leaned down and slid his strong hands under my ass, gripping my thighs to pick me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he carried me back across the sand, (which I'm sure he made look and feel much easier than it really was) up the slope and across the pavement. He put me down at the end of my driveway, and I noticed his car. Grabbing the front of the pair of white pants he wore, I walked over to his car, and slowly lowered myself onto the hood. With a sly grin, my hands went to work unbuttoning and unzipping the slacks. He looked down at me with a very confused look as I slowly slid myself from the hood of his Mirage, to rest on my knees at his feet. With a wink and a "Shhh..." gesture, my hand found itself underneath the fly of his boxers, gripping the base of his slowly hardening cock. "Let me show you how much I've missed you, mon amour," I whispered, freeing his now hard cock from it's prison. "But mi amor..." he began, "maybe we should go inside." I huffed a little and shook my head and began my protest of his words. Leaning forward, I delicately swiped my tongue from the base of his cock to the tip. Soon, he'd forgotten about his idea to go in the house. As one hand slid up and down the length of his nice, firm cock, one moved from the front of his thigh around to the back of his thigh to claw at one of his so-called tickle spots. A loud groan was my reward, and I opened my eyes, looking up as I engulfed the first few inches of his cock with my mouth. I saw that he'd tilted his head back, and was clenching his fists. A few more minutes of my licking and caressing was all he could handle. He dragged me to my feet, and pushed me back against the hood of the lilac Mirage. He made quick work of my jeans, pulling on the stretchy material, finally getting them down around my ankles, then off of one foot. "Hmm, nothing under your jeans. You're so predictable," he muttered as he slid two of his fingers into my sopping pussy. I groaned in response, clawing the back of his neck to bring him closer to me. With a very raw, primal growl, I pulled his mouth down to mine and kissed him again, biting at his lip. With my eyes closed, I didn't know what was about to happen, so imagine my surprise when he scooted me forward and plunged his cock into me. I yelped into the kiss and reached to his back with my free hand, clawing at the material of his white button down shirt. Once he'd gotten where he wanted to be, he picked me up, and walked to the door of my house. Pushing it open, he walked us into the house, careful not to make any sudden moves so as not to hurt either of us, and shut the door. Against the wall is where I found myself, with him holding me up, pulling his cock out of my now dripping pussy, just to slam it back in again. Both of my hands were busy clawing and scratching at the back of his shirt, which was soon shed. Now, I had the problem of removing his white tanktop. He broke the kiss to look into my eyes. With a ragged breath and then a cry of frustration, my nails found a spot in the material that seemed a little weaker, and tore. In and out of my pussy, he plunged his cock, harder and harder. Shreds of his shirt clung to him, still intact over his shoulders and chest, but gaping over his back. "Perfect," I growled into his ear, using my legs to pull him tightly into my pussy. I clenched my jaw to keep myself from biting into that beautiful shoulder as my fingernails began their torturous dance over his back, drawing blood in places, but only raising welts in other. He howled, a mix of pain and pleasure and drove himself, hard and fast into me.

"Please, fuck me harder," I moaned, digging my nails into his shoulderblades. He responded by slamming himself into me, leaning forward to bite my shoulder. Blood spilled in a small trickle down my shoulderblade, covering my tattoo, and continuing down to meet the tie of my bikini top. I groaned, and returned the favor, leaning into it to bite him back. When he released me, he whispered in my ear, "I'm about to cum, mi amor." I tried to pull him closer to me, only in vain, because I wasn't ready for this to end yet. Sure enough though, he came, and the feeling of his cum filling my pussy drove me over the maddening edge, and I came with him. We stayed like that against the wall, panting for what seemed like quite a while before he wilted enough to pull out of me and place me gently on the floor. I heaved a sigh, and looked up at him, the red marks from my teeth standing out against his tan skin. He began wiping blood away from my shoulder, smiling a bit at the red stain that now marred my porcelain skin. "Te amo, mi corazon," he whispered, hugging my slender body to his broad chest. "Je t'aime toi, ma faiblesse," I replied. We hugged for a while before retreating to the bathroom to shower... Or maybe, it was for round two of this wonderful, lusty reunion...

[Mikayla1]

Excellent story! You lucky girl!

Now, tell us non-Spanish speaking people what the endearments at the end mean??? 5 years of Spanish and I have NO idea!!!

Mikayla

[promiscuouseuphoria]

"Je t'aime toi, ma faiblesse,"

I know that one! It's French. Je t'aime toi is I love you too, and ma faiblesse is...my weakness? That's literal, at least, I never took french long enough to learn the venacular.

Aside from that - good story! Very nicely done.

Edit: I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Aussi it too or also, not toi. Toi is "you". And actually I think it's unneccessary in the sentence cause just Je t'aime is I love you, but...okay never mind, I"ll be quiet now.

[me4now]

way to go enjoyed it

[ShadowStang]

Yes, ma faiblesse would be my weakness, and te amo, mi corazon would be I love you my heart. He likes to screw with my head and jump from speaking English to Spanish. I never took Spanish, just French for about a month twelve years ago -- I don't remember everything, lol. I don't really ever speak French, so I just kind of pushed it all to the back of my mind.

And I'm glad you all enjoyed it, thank you, thank you... *Bows*

Writing is one of my many passions in life.