Cuban Love

Eva had always had a thing for Latinos, so it was no surprise that when she heard her father had hired a young Cuban immigrant to build them a back porch, she was instantly aroused by the thought alone. Because she lived on the edge of FL, she was used to dealing with many Cubans, and she even spoke a little bit of Spanish. But to actually have one come to her house... that was a whole different story. Ever since Eva lost her virginity to the Nicaraguan transfer student in 11

th

grade, she couldn't seem to get enough. In fact, although Eva had had sex many times, she'd never slept with a non-Latino. White boys didn't even turn her on anymore, and black boys were only an option if there were no Latinos in the club, and even then at the most it was some kissing and a handjob outside the bar. Never anything serious. Latinos just brought the passion to the bedroom that no one else could.

Eva had asked around town about her new carpenter. His name was Diego, he was 24, and he had crossed over to America with only his mother and his baby sister. He had little money, but spoke decent English and was good at what he did. This got her excited. An experienced carpenter was sure to have a good body. And she always liked when her men couldn't speak perfect English. It was during sex that she had learned her first Spanish phrase: "

Cojeme más difícil, chica

." She always used that now. She found that usually it made the guy harder when she spoke his language. She had just gotten back from school, so maybe she could start her summer off with a bang?

When the doorbell rang, her heart skipped a beat. She realized she had never been so excited or nervous about a guy before, and she hadn't even seen him yet. She rushed to the front door just in time to see her father open it and greet their guest. Diego stood in the doorway, a grey wifebeater stretched across his muscular chest, and torn up jeans that were too big for him hanging from his waist. He had a bit of scruff growing around his mouth and on his chin, but it was just enough so it wasn't trashy and just added to his sexiness. "Hola, señor," he said, shaking Eva's father's hand. He gave a toothy grin, showing off his dazzlingly white teeth. He's like a fucking movie star! Eva thought to herself. She gave a sigh, and then covered her mouth in embarrassment. Diego's pale green eyes drifted from the father to Eva.

"Hola... señorita," he said, moving towards Eva and taking her hand in his. He kissed it. "May I ask your name?"

"This is my daughter Eva," Eva's father said, embracing his daughter. "She's actually around your age, Diego. Just three years younger,"

"I'm... here for the summer." Eva stuttered. She was totally taken aback by this man. Never before had she been so attracted to a man than now. He had a strong, powerful grip, but was delicately holding her hand like it was a porcelain sculpture. His full, warm lips against her hand had sent shivers down her spine. And the way he looked into her eyes with his gave her butterflies.

"Well then," Diego said with a wink, "I am hoping we are knowing each other better the next few weeks."

And they did. Diego came over early every morning except Sundays, when he went to church, and stayed until suppertime, sometimes even later. Eva's father usually worked late, so the two usually spent the days talking while Diego worked. Eva wanted to take things slowly with him. At first, she had planned to just hook up with Diego, but now she wanted more. This was different than any other relationship she'd been in before. They talked about their lives, laughed together, and even shared a few kisses. Eva could tell that Diego was just as attracted to her, and she knew that she couldn't keep him at bay forever. Soon it would happen.

They had had just over two months together when Eva decided it was time. She waited until her father went away for a weekend business trip to make her move. Eva invited Diego to stay for dinner that night, and got everything ready while he went home to shower and change. She didn't really care about the dinner part, so she ordered a pizza and went upstairs to her bedroom. She decided that she would put a movie on and use that as her premise to get Diego to stay a while. She put on her hottest lingerie, a sheer black top and bottom that you could partially see through. The bra was about a cup size too small, but it just made her E-cup breasts look even bigger (not like they needed to, anyway). She put on a bathrobe just in time to hear the doorbell ring. She looked herself over in the mirror quickly before moving downstairs. When she answered the door, she was awestruck. Diego was wearing a simple blue button up and long khakis, but he made it all look good. It seemed like no shirt could hide his build, and Eva couldn't help but stroke his pecs as he walked into the room. He gave a small grin and placed a hand over hers. "

Buenas noches,

chica."

She gasped, and quickly looked to her feet. His large, calloused hand was warm to the touch, and it took her breath away.

What is wrong with me?

She thought.

All he did was touch me...

Diego laughed, a quiet yet hearty sound that tickled the ear. "Ms. Eva, your face... It is like

el tomate.

"

She squealed. "Ahhh, no no no no no!" She let her hair fall in front of her face to hide it. "This is so embarrassing!"

Why am I being such a dork?

Her eyes were still pointed at the floor, and she squeezed them shut.

What is this feeling...?

She felt warm fingers touch her chin and gently pull her face up. She opened her eyes to find his pale green eyes looking right back. "No, it's cute." he said, lightly pushing her curly blonde hair from her face.

Eva couldn't pull her eyes away from his. She found her hands moving on their own, placing themselves on Diego's strong waist. Her breath was coming in slow gasps. "You think... I'm cute...?" she said, no more than a whisper.

Diego leaned in closer. He was almost two heads taller than she was, so his lips were at forehead level when he bent his neck. "I think you are

muy preciosa

." He was leaning in more as he said this. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears, could feels her pulse racing through her lightly sweaty palms. She wasn't thinking anymore. She couldn't think. She could only feel the moment. Her next words came out in a quiet stutter. "

Tomame ahora

..."

DING-DONG!

Eva was sure that her skin had jumped off her body. In reality, she jumped away from Diego, stumbled on the rug behind her, and fell on her butt. Although the sound also startled Diego, his reaction hadn't been so... Dramatic. Eva swallowed her heart, eyes wide. She was so disoriented, she barely knew where she was. So much was happening.

DING-DONG!

The sound seemed so much quieter the second time. Diego was helping Eva to her feet when it rang out again. "What is that...?" Eva said, still a little confused.

"Ah, Ms. Eva... I think it's your... Ah... How you say...

timbre de la puerta

?"

"Wha...

Puerta

's door, right?... OH! Doorbell! The pizza!" Eva scrambled for the door. The pizza boy, with long tangled hair and a trashy beard, stood in the doorway. His finger was hovering over the doorbell button. He didn't seem to notice her when she opened the door, because he rang it again.

"Um, I'm here now." She said, nearly out of breath.

His bloodshot eyes slowly drifted over to her. "Oh... Cool, man." His breath was heavy with the smell of marijuana, but it didn't take the odor for Eva to know that he was stoned. "So, like, here's your pizza..." He laughed stupidly at nothing. His eyes drifted downward from Eva's face. She didn't notice.

They stood awkwardly for a moment. Eva cleared her throat. The pizza boy's eyes didn't waver. "Are you going to give me the pizza?" She asked.

He blinked. "Oh. Yeah, right. Cool, cool..." He fumbled with his bag for a minute, finally producing the pizza. He handed it to her, and then went back to staring. Eva still didn't notice.

She was beginning to lose her patience. "How much?" She said loudly.

He wrinkled his eyebrows, a slow, stoned motion. "Say what, now?"

"How. Much?" She said, more forceful this time. He still seemed lost. "The pizza?!"

"Oh, riiight..." he said, laughing like an idiot. "Eleven-tits."

"Pardon?"

"Like, eleven-ten, man,"

Eva was starting to notice that the pizza boy had been staring an awfully long time, and not at her face. She looked down, and found her bathrobe wide open, revealing her scandalous lingerie to the world. She gasped, dropped the pizza, wrapped herself up, glared at the pizza boy, slapped him, and ran into the house before the pizza boy even had time to register anything. "Nice jugs, lady man..." He laughed.

Diego grabbed the pizza and handed the stoner a twenty. "That should cover it, yeah?" He said, patting the guy on the shoulder and turning him around. He patted him lightly on the back, ushering him away. "

Buenas noches, amigo

."

The pizza boy laughed stupidly again. "Right on, my man.

Bienvenidos

to you, too..." He continued to chuckle to himself and mutter things about breasts as he shuffled back to his car.

In the kitchen, Eva didn't know if she wanted to laugh or cry. She had already embarrassed herself more times tonight than she had in the two months they'd known each other. She poured herself a glass of milk.

Hopefully he'll think that was cute, too...

She thought glumly, sipping from the cup. Behind her, she heard Diego call her name. She took a deep breath. "In the kitchen." She called back. When he walked in the room, she smiled. "Well," she said, setting the glass down and taking the pizza from him. "Shall we eat?"

"So tell me again why you came to America?" The two of them were sipping on wine Eva had found in the pantry. The pizza had been all but destroyed, and the two of them had been talking for over an hour.

Diego gave a small smile. "For a better life. America is

la tierra de las oportunidades

, the land of opportunity, no?"

"That's what they say..." Eva set her glass down. "But don't you miss Cuba? Your friends? Your home?"

Diego chuckled. He looked down. "

Sí

, Cuba was my home and I do miss my friends, but... This is my new life now. Our new life. Back there, it is too hard to take care of

la familia

with only one man in the house.

Mi papá

died a few years back.

Mi madre

is weak from childbirth, and she has to take care of

la bebé

. In America, I can support everyone. Plus..." He looked up at Eva. "The

chicas

in America..." He made a kissing sound.

She laughed and hit his shoulder. He pretended to be hurt, fake crying but unable to hide his laughter. Eva loved this about the two of them. They were always laughing together. Whenever they were together, the bad stuff in life didn't really seem so bad to her.

Diego...

She thought, and it sent a warm tingle up her spine. She hugged herself. Even his name made her feel... What was she feeling?

Diego stood up suddenly. "

Perdón

," he said, gesturing down the hall. "I have to... How you say... Drop a deuce?"

She made a gagging sound and laughed, hitting him on the leg. "You're so gross!" He jumped on one leg, faking pain, and then ran down the hall laughing. She stared after him, smiling. Her whole body was warm. She hugged herself again. This was different. She'd never been this serious about any guy before. Usually it was meet them, go on a date, fuck for the next week and a half, and then move on. She never really thought of herself as a slut; she went long periods of time without a boyfriend. But she had to admit that she did sleep around a lot, and her blonde hair, blue eyes, and natural curvy features definitely won her points at school as the hot-but-dumb blonde. But this wasn't like the other relationships. She and Diego

talked

. She couldn't remember the last time she really got to know one of her boyfriends. Hell, one time she was with a Puerto Rican boy who couldn't speak any English at all, save for "Holy shit," when she took her clothes off. Diego was special. Diego didn't just make her feel sexy. He made her feel human. She had forgotten this experience. The getting to know each other part. Or did she ever even know it? She sighed and chewed on her thumb nail. She looked over at the clock. The hands read 8:50.

Is this too early?

She wondered. She hadn't had a real "date" in forever. Usually it was boy come over, maybe eat, have sex, and then boy leave. "I don't know proper dating etiquette!" she said aloud. Then she stopped. "Or... is there etiquette?"

"Etiquette?" Eva jumped, then sighed. It was only Diego. She was having a rough night.

"Yeah, you know, manners? Er... Being polite?

Cortés

?"

"Ah,

entiendo

." He smiled. "I like when you speak e

spañol

."

"Well, that's funny," She walked over to him, took his hand, and sat him down on the couch next to her. "

Me gusta cuando hablas español, también

."

Diego gripped her hand tighter. "Ah, so you do know your

español

," he laughed, edging closer to Eva. "Tell me where you learned, Ms. Eva."

"I took some Spanish in high school," she said, feeling herself blush lightly. "Learned some from boys I've been with..."

He looked surprised by that. "You've been with many who speak

español

?"

"I kind of have a thing for Latinos..." She had to be

tomate

red by now, she just knew it. She looked down.

She could feel Diego's eyes on her. "What have you learned from them?"

She was getting warm again. Hot even. "Oh, you know. Mostly swears.

Joder

,

mierda

,

pendejo

. But I do have a favorite saying I learned from one of my boyfriends..." She leaned in so that her lips were just inches away from his. She could feel them quivering.

His pale green eyes stared deep into her blue. "Say it."

This is it

, she thought to herself. She was breathing heavy. She leaned in, went past his lips, and went to his ear. "

C-cojeme-

"

BRRRRRING!

Eva jumped, her head bumping into Diego's. "Ouch!" They both yelled, then they looked at each other and laughed.

"You're jumpy tonight," Diego said, grinning.

She waved off his comment. "I'll get the phone." She said, standing up. She looked at the clock again. 9:10. "Here, put a movie on." She handed Diego the remote and pointed to their DVD shelf. He nodded back, and she moved to the kitchen to grab the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi baby girl." It was her father.

"Hey, Dad. You're calling late."

"Yeah, well, my meeting today just got out. I'm gonna go grab a bite to eat and then head back to the hotel. How are you?"

"Fine, fine," She obviously couldn't let on that Diego was here. "Just ordered a pizza for dinner. About to watch a movie until I doze off."

"Fun stuff. You didn't have any friends over? It's gotta get lonely in that big ol' house by yourself."

"Er, no. Michelle's working tonight, and Sarah-Beth is... out of town I think."

"Oh, okay. Well I'll be home Monday early, so I'll see you then. Love you, honey."

"Love you too, Dad. Night." She hung up the phone and sighed. A large arm embraced her from behind. "I found a good one," he said, smiling. "Let's go watch."

She smiled back at him. "Okay." They walked back to the living room at sat down on the couch. The title screen for "Death Race" was on. Eva raised an eyebrow and looked at Diego. "You like these kinds of movies?"

Diego scratched the back of his head. "I really like the explosions..." he laughed.

"I suppose all boys do." she said, laughing and sighing. "Well, I like Jason Statham, so it's okay." She reached for their glasses and refilled them with wine. "Might need some of this, though.

It was after 10. The movie was nearly done, but Eva wasn't even paying attention anymore. They had ended up drinking a bottle and a half, and she was a little tipsy and even hornier. Eva was curled up on Diego's lap with her eyes closed. Diego was still absorbed in the movie. Eva was still wearing her bathrobe, but it was sliding off her shoulder, revealing her cleavage. She opened her eyes a little, and found Diego eyeing her chest. She slid a finger up his chest and to his nose, and flicked it. "You pervert!" she said, her words a little slurred.

Diego blushed. "I can't help it if I like your body."

Before she knew it, she had thrown off the bathrobe. "Well, why don't you just take it, then?" She was tired of waiting for it. She knew they both wanted it; there had been tension all night. She was just finally making the first move.

Diego looked stunned. "I-I'm not used to you being so forward, Ms.-"

"Eva." She was pulling the neckline of her top down to reveal more cleavage. "Just Eva." She put on a pouty face. "Do you not like me this way, baby?"

Diego was pressed against the sofa. "

D

-

Dios

mío..." He muttered. He shook his head. "No, no," Eva frowned, and began to ease back. Diego grabbed one of her breasts. She let out a soft moan. "

Me encanta

." He said with a smile.

His lips were warm and moist against hers. She slid her tongue, teasingly at first, into his mouth and played with his tongue. She could feel the rush all through her body. She broke away, out of breath, and stared at him. "

Te amo

." She whispered.

"What?" Diego's eyes went wide.

"

Te amo

," she said again. "Really. I really do."

It was silent for a moment. Then Diego leaned in. "

Te amo,

también." He whispered back, and kissed her again. These were heavy, wet, passionate kisses. Kisses Eva had never had with anyone before. She knew that she really was in love with this man, knew that she wanted this man inside of her tonight.

Diego was still gripping her breast. She pushed back from him, and smiled. "You like these, don't you?" She teased, squeezing her large breasts through the bra.

"Sí, erótica," His hungry eyes drifted from left to right breast. Eva giggled. She unhooked the bra strap and let them fall. Although she wasn't pencil-thin, Eva wasn't fat either, and her breasts looked even bigger compared to her frame.

She grabbed one of Diego's hands and led it to her chest. "Touch it." She said softly. His hand hovered for a moment, and then ever so gently took one of her breasts in hand. Even his large hand couldn't fully wrap around it. He seemed completely captivated as he slowly stroked underneath it, rubbing his thumb gently around the areola, and lightly pinching her nipple. "Ooh, that's good." She sighed. No one had even treated her breasts so gently. It felt incredible. She could feel a throbbing in her stomach, but not exactly from her stomach.

Diego suddenly stopped playing with her nipple. "I use my mouth, yes?" He posed it as a question, but he didn't wait for an answer. He leaned in, his breath tingling her sensitive nipple. He gave it a quick lick; she cried out. She had never had anyone lick her breasts before, which was surprising considering how enormous they were. She had never really had a boyfriend who was into them. But now, she knew what she had been missing. His light tickles with his tongue turned into nipple-twisting, and before long he was sucking on her breast. "Fuck, fuck, oh fuuuck!" she yelled, gripping his arm. "I can't take this! Shit, this is so good!" She pushed him off her. Her nipple was puffy and red, and it tingled in the air. She grabbed at his shirt, fumbling with the buttons. "Get your fucking clothes off," she said. She was already wet, she could feel it running down her leg. Diego silently complied, sucking on her neck and kissing her cheeks as he ripped his shirt off, revealing his toned, hairy chest. Eva felt like she was going to have an orgasm right there. She leaped at him, tearing her top off, and began flicking his nipples with her tongue. His quiet groans of approval only made her wetter.