Chapter 11
I awoke the next day to Veronica’s alarm forcing us up for the day ahead. After we had breakfast, we took turns quickly showering so we’d be ready when it was time to get our hair and nails done.
Javier’s mother had arranged for several technicians to come to the house to do everyone’s hair, makeup, and nails in a flurry of activity. We moved from beauty station to station readying us for the ceremony. Javier’s mom made sure Veronica and I had everything that we needed. She was so sweet and kind. I decided she must be where Javier received his good nature.
After several hours of preparation, Veronica and I returned to our room. I’d tried to pay the technicians, but was told it was taken care of already. I wasn’t sure if Javier paid for my portion or if his family had paid these ladies for the day, but nevertheless it was fun and we looked great.
I’d no idea where Javier was, but I didn’t see any men. They must be getting ready somewhere else. We changed into our new dresses and were finally ready to go.
“Where is Javier?” I asked Veronica as we stepped out of the guest room.
“He'll meet us at the church.”
We walked outside and found several black cars with international plates and flags on the front to take us over the border and to the church. We got into one of the cars with Javier’s mom, Veronica’s mom and Javier’s sister, Karla, leading a caravan and crossed the border. When we arrived, the driver pulled up in front of San Miguel Church.
As promised, Javier was standing in front of the building with several of his relatives including his father, brother, uncles, and cousins.
Javier walked up and extended an arm to me. “You look amazing.”
“And you look very handsome.” I smiled up at him.
Actually, he looked amazingly hot and sexy in his black suit and freshly barbered hair. I’d have gone to the love-shack with him on the spot.
Javier extended his other arm to Veronica and escorted us both into the church. We found a place to sit in the back since it was already getting full. Javier held my hand as we waited. When the ceremony started, we all stood up amid the sound of Mariachi music, filling the church.
As predicted, there were at least twenty attendants surrounding the bride and groom. Everything the priest said was in Spanish and there were some parts of the wedding that I didn’t understand at all.
“What does the lasso and coins mean?” I whispered to Javier.
“The lasso symbolizes them bound together forever. The coins represent the groom’s promise to provide and care for the bride forever.”
I nodded while watching the tradition unfold in front of me. How touching and romantic.
When the wedding ended, we went back out to the cars and drove to the reception site. I noticed that there were no other cars on the road, just the vehicles all in line.
Javier must have read my thoughts because he didn’t wait for me to ask any questions. “My uncle purchased the surrounding roads for security. As governor, he takes extra precautions.”
“Purchased the roads?”
“If you’re not with the wedding party, then you can’t be on these roads tonight.”
The car stopped in front of a large building. Javier took my hand and looped it over his arm. We walked through huge hand-carved doors that led to an enclosed outdoor party area. There were candles and flowers throughout the beautifully decorated space.
He led us to our assigned table and we sat down. Veronica, Luis, Karla, Ricardo, and his girlfriend, and three of their cousins joined us at the table. A bottle of tequila and a decanter of Don Pedro brandy were in the center of the table. Javier ordered Cokes for all of us and we poured brandy into our drinks.
“Salud!” Javier raised his glass.
We all lifted our glasses to meet his and responded in unison. “Salud!”
During dinner, Javier translated the speeches made in Spanish. When the dancing began, we picked up where we’d left off the night before. I loved how he held me tight as he guided us around the dance floor. I wished he’d always been mine, that none of his firsts were with anyone else.
The party continued for hours. I didn’t know how much time elapsed when Javier took my hand and led me out to one of the black cars. We got in and it pulled away from the curb. We drove over the border without needing to stop and show our passports.
“Why didn’t they ask us for our passports?” I asked Javier.
“We are in an international car, a government car. We don’t have to stop.”
The car pulled up at Javier’s house. We got out and held hands as we walked down the sidewalk together. We didn’t go into the main house. We walked along the sidewalk until we came to a small house.
“Where are we?” I asked in almost a whisper.
“The guest-house.”
“There isn’t anyone staying here?”
Javier opened the door. “Just me and you.”
The room was lit with candles and I stepped inside. “This is beautiful.”
He must have called ahead to have someone prepare this room. I flushed as I realized the staff knew what we were about to do in here.
“I'm glad you like it,” he whispered in my ear. He kissed my neck and I closed my eyes as those same goosebumps spread over my body. He went over to the armoire and turned on some soft music. Where did he learn to be such a romantic? He returned to me and took my hand in his. We danced slowly in the middle of the room.
“Kayla?”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
I looked up at him. Then, I gave him a long lingering kiss. I pushed his jacket off onto the floor. He scooped me up and carried me to the bedroom. My heart raced as he gently slid my feet to the floor. His mouth came down on mine with such intensity that I could hardly focus on what I should be doing next.
He didn’t rush as his lips took mine. He gently bit down on my lower lip in a playful and unexpected gesture that excited me to my core. I felt his hands slide to my back as he unzipped my dress and it fell to the floor. I unbuttoned his shirt while we continued to kiss. Taking my time and drinking in every inch of him, I pushed off the shirt and it slid to the floor behind him.
My hands slightly shaking, I unbuttoned his pants. He took them off as I kicked off my high heels. He pulled me in close for another kiss that rocked me to my core.
“You are so beautiful, Kayla.” He kissed my neck and across my chest to the other side.
I closed my eyes and groaned at how good this felt. Then, I opened my eyes again when he lifted his head. I smiled at him as he carried me to the bed. He gently eased on top of me, kissing me tenderly. My hands ran down his chest and around his waist.
He was lean and muscular and I loved letting my hands feel every inch of him. He unhooked my bra and pulled it off. He looked at me, and this time I didn’t feel self-conscious. I wanted more. I wanted him.
He trailed kisses on my neck and down to my breasts. I’d wanted this since the first time he touched me. He was slow, deliberate and kissed me tenderly. He caressed and sucked on each nipple and I arched against him. He pushed my lacy panties off and stroked up my thigh slowly until he was touching me. His fingers brushed me oh so tenderly and deliberately.
He stroked me unhurried. I arched against him, not really understanding what was coming. He lingered between my legs and continued touching me slowly, rhythmically, until he found the spot driving me crazy and I reacted to his touch. I wasn’t sure what was happening but moved against him wanting more.
I felt myself losing control and I wasn’t sure I could take anymore. I grabbed his shoulders and shuddered as I yelled out in uncontrollable delight, clenching and writhing against him. He held on to me, never stopping. I arched against him as he held me tight.
“Kayla, oh yes, let go honey, just let it go.”
I screamed again, continuing to arch up against him. I didn’t really comprehend that what was happening was an incredible orgasm. I started to come down from the incredible high.
Javier whispered in my ear, “That’s how I want you to feel when I’m inside you, Kayla.”
I stared into his face, not understanding how I could possibly feel like that again.
He kissed me, indulgently running his hands over my breasts making me want him again. I slid my hands over his chest, and slowly down his waist, traveling to his erection, wanting to make him feel as good as he made me feel. He reached past me and pulled a condom out of the nightstand drawer. He ripped it open quickly, rolling it onto himself.
Would this hurt like people said, or would I feel what Javier promised to do to me again? He kissed me and my fears melted away. He ran his hand back down to where he’d touched me a few minutes before. I shuddered as he caressed me again.
This time I felt his finger enter into me. He slowly pressed it in and out of me. I wasn’t scared or embarrassed. I was surprised at how good this felt and I didn’t want him to stop. His touch was gentle and I moved with him as he continued to taunt me. When he slipped a second finger in me, I panicked a little, afraid this would hurt.
His eyes looked into mine, concerned. “Am I hurting you?”
I looked back at him saying nothing for a moment. Did this hurt or was I just scared? “No. You’re not hurting me.”
A warm and tender smile spread across his face as his gaze pierced mine, never looking away. I felt his fingers rhythmically in me. The same feeling of wanting more, of my entire core being on fire overcame me. I was nearly to the point of tipping over the edge again, but this time he didn’t take me all the way.
He pushed my legs apart. “Kayla, this is going to hurt a little bit.”
I shook my head, ready and a little scared as I shuddered. He pushed into me hard. I gasped as I felt the pinch of him all of the way inside of me. He lay still. My eyes squeezed shut, not looking at him.
“Kayla, look at me.” He sounded worried “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
As I stared up at him, I saw the worry on his face. “I'm good, Javier. You’re not hurting me.”
“Bend your knees up baby.”
I did and felt him carefully within me as he began moving rhythmically back and forth in me. I was glad it didn’t hurt at all anymore. I felt the intensity building in me as his gentle undulations became faster and harder. This was every bit as erotic as when he touched me and I met his tempo with the same overwhelming intensity.
He reached down and touched me while our bodies swayed together and I cried out, not expecting this at the same time. I bucked against him as I screamed, not able to take any more and I pressed against him, hard. He grabbed me and I heard him let out a gasp of his own as he pushed into me one last time. We both collapsed onto the bed, trying to catch our breath.
Javier’s head rested on my chest as my heart continued to race. He looked up at me after a few minutes and smiled tenderly at me. “Are you okay, Kayla?”
I smiled back at him and ran my fingers through his dark hair. “I’m more than okay.”
He gently lifted himself up, off me and kissed me lightly. He pulled off the condom and tossed it into a wastebasket near the nightstand. He pulled the covers over us and wrapped me in his arms. “Don’t let me forget to flush that before someone comes in here and finds the evidence.”