Page 51 of Ms. V's Hot Girl Summer

“I was feeling overwhelmed today because I’m starting to feel the same expectations I had for Barry, for you, and for me. And I’ve never felt that for Milton. Milton, though, he feels safe.”

“I can feel safe, too,” I rushed to say, then pausing to relax. This required finesse, patience.

“Yeah, I know that—that’s the scariest part. You feel safer than both of them combined, but you also make me feel a lot of other things.” She chuckled. “Bendito, I swear my coochie has never been this active, and I haven’t felt you inside yet. You’re trouble, Orlando Wiggins. A challenge to my heart.”

“And you are worth the risk to mine. I just…it’s scary as fuck. Trinidad, I know you’re looking for a partner that can build with you and the twins. I’m young, but I want that exact same thing. You know when I go to your house, I feel at home? You have that sense of belonging and peace that I aspire to create in my own place. I want that with you. I want that with the twins. Both you and they have inspired me these past months to be a different man, one more in tune with my needs and emotions. I’ve put my thoughts in a box for so long to survive caretaking my entire family that I lost touch with myself. But in these past months, that joy of life has crept back in, loud as fuck, and it’s not going anywhere. I worried that law school would be giving up on my dreams, but with you, it’s taking a risk to get closer to you, so that we can build together. Give me a chance, past this weekend. Give us a chance.”

“Bendito, how can I say no when you ask so beautifully?”

Trinidad leaned forward. The tank top she was wearing offering me a glimpse of her gorgeous breasts until all I saw was the plump cleavage. The touch of her lips on mine refocused my attention, and now, besides the sweetness and Trinidad, I tasted security and safeness. The kiss felt familiar and new, exhilarating and relaxing, arousing and never-ending.

When we finally came for air, my shirt was off, and her tank top lay discarded on the floor. Her satiny brown skin felt warm to the touch, and I got lost in exploring her. Everything we’d done so far had been quick; both of us lost in the passion of the moment. But now I could take my time. Savor the downiness of her with my lips and hands. Her heavy breasts lured me first, and the touch of her hardened nipple on my tongue was all I needed to be bursting out of my pants.

“Oh, Orlando!” Trinidad moaned, pushing her head closer, cradling me, urging me to take my fill. I lapped, licked, and nipped, elongating her nipple until her groans dictated her limit. Every vibration of her moans electrified me and incentivized me to continue driving her wild. Because she was doing the same to me.

With quick efficiency, I removed her bottoms and the rest of my clothes, the temperature in the room perfect against my skin. Or maybe it was cold, but the feverish excitement to see Trinidad Velasquez naked had broken my internal temperature gauge.

Desmond had once told me about this legend of a bombshell of a woman who lured men at night with her sensuality and looks, an insatiable being. A Ciguapa.

Trinidad, her neck tendons taut as she arched under my kisses, was how I imagined the Ciguapa. I’d never see another picture of the legend without thinking of Trinidad.

Her wetness called to me, and I ghosted two fingers between her thighs until I found her soaking wet for me.

“Que rico se siente, Ms. V.” I groaned as she clenched around my fingers, sucking me in deeper into her. Trinidad was lost in her pleasure, and fuck me I was lucky to witness it.

“Síí, Orlando, sí.” There was no coherence left in her as I drove her closer and closer to her climax, a concert of fingers and tongue, all deployed to make her mad with passion. Maybe then she could understand just how wild I was for her. I still had my worries; maybe the heat of the moment would persuade her to agree with my proposal, but for now, I packed all those doubts away and focused on my Ciguapa.

“Que linda, Ciguapita,” I teased as Trinidad spread her legs wider for me, tilting her pelvis until all I saw was her wet plumpness, her openness to take the risk with me.

“Bendito, stop teasing me!” she whined, and I put her out of her misery, tasting every inch of her until she gushed for me, soaking my hand and the floor. At this point, the owner would charge me for the liquid damage to the floors, and I would pay the fee gladly.

“Are you ready?” I checked in. Not wanting to assume that because she said she wanted me earlier we were still on the same wavelength.

“Where is the condom?” Her heavy breathing and her dancing fingers on her plump little clit were the perfect consent.

Ms. V might be ten years older than me, but damn, was she flexible. With impressive dexterity, she spread her legs wide using the sofa’s pillows as a cushion for her back. All the blood rushed to the heaviness between my legs, and I shut my eyes, overwhelmed by the earthy scent inviting me to feast.

I accepted the invitation, inch by inch submerging myself into her offering. She engulfed me and squeezed me tight once our bodies touched, and I started the mental count to a hundred. If I got to that number before the orgasm swept me away, I’d change my name to Captain America.

One…

“Ohh, Orlando, you feel so good.” Wet, tight goodness held me in a grip.

“Fuck me.” I could do this; I had to hold it in.

I lost my mental count, giving all my attention to her, the force of my thrusts solidifying every promise I made her. I would be her safety. I would be her security. I would be her solace and her partner.

“MMM, oh OH,” Trinidad whimpered as I leaned closer to her, the top of my length pressing against that good-good place that would get her gushing for me again.

“Dale, damelo, Trinidad, por favor,” I pleaded, the little blood I had left in circulation heating up inside me, driving me faster in her, getting me closer to her. I wouldn’t make it to a hundred. I needed her to come. Desperately, I searched her nub and pressed it just as I learned to do so when she was close.

That was all it took; light exploded behind my eyes. We culminated together, the force of our ecstasy shaking the sofa until I collapsed on top of Trinidad. Her body became my shelter, and as I slowed down my breath, I exhaled. Finally, I felt at home.

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Moonlight bathed Trinidad’s brown skin, the bedroom transforming into a fairy’s hideaway. So much light emanated from her, I could only sit next to her, in awe. Her long lashes kissed her cheeks and the goofy-ass smile she had told me I’d shown the fuck up and given her a good time. All was right with the world.

Until my phone buzzed.

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