✰ = The following chapter contains sexually explicit content

I stood in front of my parents' beach house and knocked. Lara next to me held the bouquet of tulips and a package of pralines to her chest.

"Someone's nervous, huh?"
"What if they won't like me?"
The door swung open and I immediately grabbed Lara's presents out of her hands, since my Mom was going to jump her.

"Ay, Bendito!" (Puerto Rican saying for Oh My God) She inspected Lara throughout.
"A gorgeous woman you have here!"
Her light brown curls jumped up and down. Nobody would even dare to question if Valentina is her daughter.

She squeaked at the presents and kissed Lara's face. "Gracías, mi precioso."
"I'm glad you like it Misses Diaz."
"Oh please just call me Felisa and my husband Martín or just Tin."

Mom led us inside and let Lara meet my Dad, who is usually rather unimpressed by my love life.
"I'm Lara."
She gave my father her hand and he shook it.

"Martín." He continued reading his newspaper and drank his espresso. Lara ended up helping Mom with making lunch, while I was left back with my Dad.
"You finally got a girlfriend?"
"She's not my girlfriend, I don't know what we are."

"A respectful woman."
I smiled to myself. He's a cold man and has not been really talkative since my childhood. But he's always been a good Dad nonetheless.

Lard and Mamí came back with a stew and faces full of joy.

I understand why he respects Lara. She's a polite woman. I love her dimples, whenever she
smiles. I love how she thinks, that I don't know she has 20 different shades of red lipstick. Even though I can name the difference between everything she owns. I also love that she thinks I'm not submissive, but I'd beg my whole life long for her love.

We started eating and talked about every single topic.
"Teo, there is a surfing competition in two days. Do you want to take part in it?"
In my childhood, I used to win nearly every competition since Martín Diaz was the best surfer from Aguadilla and taught me everything.

Lara stared at me and then at the surfboards hanging on the wall.
"You should take part in it, Mat."
Mat.

Like chained to the chair I didn't move. She never called me anything other than Matteo or just Díaz.
Is it an attempt to make herself look good in front of my parents? This woman needs a raise for being so confusing.

My mother handed Lara a little box over.
"That's from Teo's grandma, you'll meet her tomorrow."

Her eyes sparkled as she unfolded the present. A shiny cross necklace is laid in the velvet. She put it on straight after unwrapping it.

"She and the necklace are adorable."
Mom laughed. "Let's see how you will get along. She is really old so sometimes it can be problematic."

Once our lunchtime ended, I led her to our guest room.
"Lara, what was that?"
"What was what?"
"Why do you have to call me Mat?"
She shrugged going through her clothes for a dress. "Calling you by Matteo got odd."

I hid my hands in my pockets, staring at her luggage. "But calling me just Díaz isn't?"
"It's your fault that you have such a pretty last name."

"Give me your consent and you can share it with me." She giggled and punched my shoulder.
"You're a hopeless romantic, aren't you?"
"If her name is Lara Sequiera I might as well call her Díaz and do her every night to prove to her how this last name suits her when I make her spell it every time she rides my dick."
I glided my hands over her well-defined curves.

"We are at your parent's house, I'm asking you nicely to act like it."
She said amused. Lara pulled a long oval stick
out of one drawer.
"You have a vibrator with you? Aren't my fingers enough?"

She bursted out laughing and started chasing me across the room with it.
"That's a curler, you pervert."
"Oh, you don't say."

She pointed the wire out.
"What am I supposed to do with the wire?"
"I bet you'd find a use for it either way."
Lard rolled her eyes, grabbing some dresses.
"You'll get a taste of it later."

Some hours passed and we arrived at the rather poor quarter of Aguadilla. I decided to buy Lara one of these bubble waffles to try since for some reason she never bought one.

"Matteo, I'm not able to eat 5 of them..."
Lara complained, tasting the first one. She turned her head to a little boy in dirty clothes who sat next to a house with a broken toy car.

"Poor little guy." She whispered, not being able to bite another piece of the waffle.
"That's the corrupt side of Aguadilla. Many children are in need here."
I tried to sound unbothered by the fact, that I forgot that people in my hometown were suffering while I made millions of dollars abroad.

Lara grabbed one strawberry bubble waffle and walked towards the boy, kneeling to gift him one of the waffles I bought for her.
"Hey, this is for you."

His eyes lit up and he carefully took it, before running with his short legs to his other friends near the trash bin. I counted about 20 other kids and more and more sneaked out of a house next to them. An orphanage.

"Señor?" The cashier reminded me that my other three waffles were done.
"Do you think you're able to make one hundred waffles for all the children here?"

His mouth stood open and shook his head. I grabbed the check in my bag and wrote a total of 10k on it.
"Here."

The cashier grinned and immediately took the check and turned the open symbol to the closed one around.
"Okay, fine."

I promenaded over to Lara, who walked over to the kids to hand some candies she had in her bag.
One of them wrapped himself around her leg, causing her to stumble a bit to the side with a giggle.

I stepped closer, stabilizing her body by gripping her shoulders.
"Careful."
"Mat, does it often occur in Aguadilla for children not to have a home?"

Especially in Aguadilla's poor side, it's most likely that the kids living here don't have both parents present.
"Sadly yes."

She picked up the little boy. "Mamí!", he squeaked and buried his face in her chest. Lara let out a wholehearted laugh with a hint of sadness.

"Mat? Can I adopt them?"
Much time is needed for me to get used to this new nickname, but I love it. I shook my head, laying an arm around her.
"You have to be part of the REVA, the State Voluntary Adoption Registry."

Perhaps I can sponsor the orphanage and would pay for any process of adoption.

The little boy pulled on my sleeve and observed me with puppy eyes. "Papí?" I placed my hand on his curly hair and I tousled through his hair.
"Lo siento, pequeño."

Warmth rose in my body. I love children so much. Back then I wanted to be an educator. My plans didn't work out, since there were some troubles within my past. The other dream which will hopefully work one day is becoming a loving Dad for one to four children.

How much do dreams influence my delusions? For years I've been struggling to find a partner who matches my future imagination. I don't say it often, but I'd kill for having a caring wife and mother for my children. One who always supports me and kisses me every time I come home from work. Or makes me a hot bath for us. Not that she should cook every day and God knows what else.

Of course, I wouldn't mind her cooking, but what is even more appealing to me is the thought of doing it for her. After a long exhausting day to be the one who is there for her and the other way round.

I just want to be loved for one single time in my life. I just want to experience hearing the words "I love you." I always need to say this sentence, yet nobody is going to say it to me first.

An 'I love you.', usually meant I love your money. Not me as a person.

Lara cradled the boy in her arms with a sad facial expression. I exactly understand that she wants to keep the boy as much as I do.

"You'd be a great mother.", slipped out of my mouth, while she placed the boy on the ground again.

I hate my unwanted thoughts. The thought of Lara being the one to carry my child. The thought of her being the only woman my father likes having by my side. But, she doesn't want me like that. We're nothing serious.

I want to show her how serious I am for her. However does she not feel the same? Conceivably another lifetime?

She took her high heels off and walked towards the other kids through the mud.
"I don't think so. I'm not responsible enough to be a mom. On the contrary, you would be an amazing Dad."

I snatched the high heels out of her hands and held them the whole evening long. The children got their waffles and I talked with the orphanage about a possible sponsorship.

After the night set, we went to a beach club with merengue playing. Probably my favorite music genre, the one I grew up with.

The hot sand burnt my bare feet and the club's floor cooled them a little down after we finally arrived.
"May I have my shoes back?"
Matteo placed them in front of me and moved behind me, resting his slender fingers on my
dress' hem, so nobody could see my butt.

Once I slipped into my heels, he stopped me and kneeled before me, guiding my heel onto his shoulder. He tied my lace-up heels without batting an eye, keeping his gaze between my legs.

"What a gentleman, tieing my shoe just to look at my - "
"Your wrists are next in case you won't close your pretty yet cheeky mouth." He placed a gentle kiss on my ankle, before standing up and leading me to the dance floor.

"Do you know how to dance tango?" I followed and got pulled into him. My hand crept around his shoulders. "I took some courses in Brazil."
A new song started and our bodies occasionally caused a collision. However, our feet never stepped onto the other and we were swaying swiftly to Merengue. Suavemente by Elvis Crespo.

Sometimes his hand slid down my ass, but withdrew it quickly, acting like I wouldn't notice his tries. Slickness emerged, dripping down my inner thigh. I felt embarrassed of getting horny so easily by simple touching and tango.

Matteo spun me around twice and mid-spun I lost my balance. My breath stuck struck in my throat by his next movement.

His hand gripped my throat, tightening, and guided me down until my back nearly came in contact with the floor. Usually, your partner would hold your thigh. To add some spice? It's working.

I was flabbergasted until I heard some cheering, realizing people were watching us. I stretched my hands over my head and tried to look as graceful as possible.

Matteo picked me up again and I jumped on him. My legs wrapped around his torso, and although the neck grip was scary and dangerous, I felt turned on by the way he held me and picked me up
again, not knowing where our little dance session would lead to.

We spent the evening dancing, equally heated bodies, and sweating.

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Matteo and I drove down the highway to his parent's house. The car's headlights shone through the darkness and the rain's density. It was pouring, flooding the whole highway and causing a traffic jam.

I looked at Matteo's hands gripping the steering wheel tighter in annoyance. You could see the veins on his hand better now. He caught me staring at them and I immediately turned my head away in embarrassment.

"What are you hiding that pretty face for? Look at me, Lara."
Our eyes locked and he grinned.
"I'm sorry, we will arrive a little later than expected at home."
"That's fine. I like the ambiance in your car."

I looked around and admired the cushioned wine-red interior and heating system, which kept my feet warm.

The cars in front of us started moving again, so after a couple of minutes we were able to drive normally on the highway. But our situation was still tense for a reason.

Matteo glimpsed often at my body and then bit his hand, trying not to say anything.
"What was that for?", I asked.
"I try not to make any stupid comment, I'm driving."

What kind of stupid comment? I stripped the dress' straps down and provided him a view of half of my chest.

"Fuck.", he cussed, driving towards the motorway service station, which was empty except for one car resting on the other side of it. The tree was slightly bending due to the extreme weather and we parked beneath it. He turned the car headlights out and grabbed the coat on the backseat.

"Mat, what are you up to?"
He didn't answer, leaving the car and opening my door. His hand stretched out to me and I took it, immediately freezing by Puerto Rico's clima at night.

He led me to the front and I was rattling in my head, what he was planning for me. Matteo helped me into his coat, making sure I stopped feeling cold.

I felt soft kisses on my cheek, trailing up to my ear. Whispering softly yet harshly: "Crawl on the hood, Cariña."

I eyed the wet, slippery car hood, knowing I would probably fall off.
"But it's wet."
"So are you. Don't complain now, or do I have to make you bend over?"

I set my knee on the grill and pushed the other one up on the hood. The rain droplets drenched the coat and my face, smudging my mascara. The sound of it turned into our background music, somehow calming. A crack of lightning in the sky, made me flinch a little.

"You're alright?", Matteo asked, pulling me by my hips back, so that his crotch collided with my butt.

"Y-Yes...How is this safe in any way?"
"I got you, just put your trust in me."

He pushed the coat up and after that, my dress followed. My hands slipped to my sides and my cheek came in contact with the hood, sticking my ass up.

"Just like that, show me that pretty ass.", he praised, caressing my bare skin. "The weather is not that great, I'll make it quick."

"Oh, you don't say."
He immediately tore my thong and began eating me out from behind. His tongue circled my clit, before exploring my insides. A tingling feeling heated my body from my abdomen to my chest.

"Matteo, oh, fuck, more!"
He parted my legs further, biting my clit tender.
"You like it rough, don't you?"

I tried to hold onto something except the slippery hood, grabbing after the windshield wipers. A sound of an unbuckling belt followed and soon after I felt his tip grazing my pussy.

"Please put it in..."
"Already begging for me like a needy little bitch who wants to get dick every day? I feel honored. Arch your back."

I arched my back automatically by his words and his tip getting swallowed by my warmth. His whole length followed and I got stretched out more and more by every new added inch.

"So tight...so so tight."
I felt how my G-spot got hit over and over again and Matteo moaned, fingers digging into my waist. He moved out quicker and moved in harder and faster with each back and forth.

I forgot the time, feeling myself unexpectedly come without noticing the initiation. Matteo finished on my thigh right after and pulled my paralysed body up, to carry me inside.

"How exactly am I going to look into your parents' eyes after that?" I tried to move my hand, which held the windshield wiper but failed.