I sat down on the sofa and shook my head. I couldn't believe he'd done it again! Despite the fact I was pretty much broke from moving halfway across the world for him, from Britain to the Dominican Republic, my fiance was always taking my money and using my card without asking. I'd just opened my purse to find that the 5000 pesos I'd packed for our weekend trip visiting his family in the countryside was gone. I had no money and was in the middle of nowhere in his aunt's house while he'd done his usual disappearing act. This was another of his tricks - going out for hours on end, any questions were blatantly ignored. I felt like I was going to cry. I sunk my head into my hands, grasping my hair in my fingers.
"Aria?" - I looked up to see who'd called my name. Well not my name per se, but it was to his family and my friends in DR. My full name is Persephone Aria Tysen, but they all find Persephone a bit much to get their heads around. I'd always preferred my middle name anyway - damn my mother and her crazy taste in names! Anyway, in front of me stood the glorious form of my fiance's cousin Francisco. I know it's awful but I'd always found him attractive, 6 foot 6 of toned muscles and skin the colour of vanilla fudge, with eyes of such a deep, dark brown they could as well have been black. He kept his hair cut short apart from a thin chin strap. His smile is perfect and his cheekbones look hand carved by the Aztecs, his brow furrows and I realise I may have been staring at him too long. I smile sheepishly and look down at my lap. "Are you OK, sweetie?" he asks in Spanish.
I nodded but he wasn't convinced. He insisted, and I ended up pouring out all of my problems with his cousin. Francisco looked at me deep in the eyes. "Look, Aria, Yudanio's a kid. I know I'm only 3 months older, but I act, dress and think like a 21 year old. Yudanio's mentally stuck in middle school. Even there they called him Jughead Danny. No comment on whether or not I started that," he added with a smirk. "He's out now looking for a friend of Yarelis' who's selling an iPhone cheap. Um.. 5000 pesos. I swear I didn't know it was your money, I would have kicked his ass." I smiled at that but I was livid - the son of a bitch had stolen my money to buy a phone! He already had 2. I decided Jughead wasn't such a bad nickname after all. Dickhead would be even better.
In the heat of the moment I did something I'd wanted to do for months but never thought I'd have the balls to actually do. I threw my arms around Francisco's neck and kissed him deeply, passionately, hungrily on the mouth, my tongue playing between his thick, dark pink lips. I quickly came to my senses and pulled back, but not before sucking and biting his bottom lip. I was very excited, but suddenly also very embarrassed. I felt myself go bright red as I stammered an apology.
He looked shellshocked, his mouth open and confusion in his eyes. "Aria, I.." he swallowed hard, "you're an incredibly beautiful woman.." I blushed an even deeper shade of crimson - I knew I wasn't ugly (if you're interested I'm 5'6", not skinny but not fat with wide hips, a full rounded ass and perky 36C breasts, creamy white skin and dark blue-green eyes with a nose I've always found a little too long but big, light pink lips and long waves of very dark red hair) - but for this Adonis to call me beautiful, that was bigger than winning Miss Universe! "..but I can't, you're my cousin's fiance, I don't know why but you are. So nothing can happen between us, okay?" I nodded and he hugged me.
That night I was already asleep when my fiance, Yudanio, arrived. I don't know what time he came in, but when I woke up at 3am he was already there, all 6 foot 3, 18 stone of him, snoring obnoxiously. I noticed the iPhone box on the nightstand. Motherfucker. I got up to get myself a drink of water. On my way to the kitchen I walked through the living room and almost didn't notice Francisco sleeping on the sofa. I felt bad remembering we'd taken his room. I stood for a moment just looking at him, lying there like a sculpture. Suddenly something caught my eye. I had to look again to make sure due to the dim light but sure enough, he had an erection straining hard against his silky light blue boxers.
I knew that happened to all sleeping men but never in my 20 years of life had I been so excited by a dick, or longed so much to see it. Before I knew it, I'd moved over to kneel beside the sofa and was gently moving his boxers to let his member through the little opening. It spring free and I took a shaky breath and bit my lip. He was a tall, well built man but no one could have anticipated this size. It was twice the length of my fiance's, so at least 9 or 10 inches, and thick with a huge, dark pinkish purple head that I longed to suck. I knew I couldn't, I knew he'd wake up and be furious, so I reluctantly went for my drink before going back to bed.
I thought of waking my fiance to quench the aching desire in my wet, shaven pussy but I decided not to, not only because I'd feel guilty but also because I was furious with him and genuinely would rather fuck myself than him.. so I did. I played with my nipples gently through my red satin nightdress until they were almost painfully erect. At that point I used one hand to continue rubbing and pinching my nipple.. thinking of his strong hands.. while my other hand moved down to my swollen, throbbing sex. I was soaking wet, and used my juices to lubricate my fingers as I flicked and rubbed my clitoris.. imagining his gorgeous mouth licking me, his tongue stimulating my engorged clit.. the images ran through my mindd as I frigged myself harder, moaning softly now, gyrating my hips against his face.. my hand rather.. until I felt my orgasm building. I continued rubbing my large, pink clit and used my other hand now to slam 2, then 3 fingers into my pussy until I came. I came hrd, writhing and moaning and sighing like a depraved little whore. After my orgasm faded, I glanced over to the other side of the bed. As I'd expected, my clueless fiance was still sleeping. He'd sleep through an air raid, I thought as I sucked my honey from my fingers and wiped them dry on my nightie before rolling over and going to sleep.
I slept well, when I got up everyone else was already up. Everyone said good morning to me except my sister in law, Yarelis, because she's a bitch to put it plainly, and Francisco as he was nowhere to be seen. Trying to be as casual as possible I asked his mother in the kitchen "so Emily, did Francisco go out already?"
She laughed. "No, my dear, he's in my room sleeping. Says he didn't sleep at all last night. He'll be up soon no doubt." Well I knew he'd slept last night, but whatever. I was just happy that I was going to see him. I scolded myself for the thought and went back to the living room.
I asked my fiance twice where I could have a shower and both times got ignored due to the fact he was glued to the new phone. His mother Juana overheard and told me to ask Emily, Francisco's mother, as it was her house and she'd get me sorted. I headed to the kitchen where Emily still appeared to be preparing lunch for later, and asked. "You'll find a towel and shampoo in my en suite. Actually, just use that shower," she smiled. "Just try not to wake up Lazy Bones." My heart skipped as I realised she meant Francisco. He'd be sleeping just meters away while I showered. I thanked Emily and headed for the room.
When I walked in, he was asleep and I wanted to kick myself for feeling disappointed at the fact he was covered in a blanket. I tiptoed past the bed and into the bathroom. Despite wanting to try some of the fancy soaps and gels there, I was still getting used to the fact that this country had no hot water, so I washed quickly and got out. I wrapped a fluffy peach coloured towel around myself and quietly opened the door. Francisco was already awake, standing with another of the peach towels around his hips. I looked in awe at his body - a six pack with a perfect V leading down. Gorgeous. "Buenos dias," I smiled.
