Luciña (18+)

Breathe.

You’re home.

“You know, it’s strange.” The woman who’d introduced herself as Luciña paused. “I miss it so much.” She chuckled and looked up from her drink. “I only went there once, but I feel like there’s a part of me still there, you know?” The young gentleman sitting next to her at the bar nodded. Luciña smiled.

“What did you say your name was?”

“Jonah.” He extended his hand out enthusiastically and she took it, smiling sweetly.

Luciña took another sip.

“You know of a place like that?”

Jonah smirked and sat back within reach of his beer.

“Only one,” he replied. “No place like home.”

Just then the jukebox kicked in a song started up softly in the distance. Luciña leaned in.

“I’m sorry. No place like what?”

“Home,” Jonah replied louder. Luciña chuckled.

“You mean, with all the places you’ve been in the world, you’ve never gotten the feeling I just told you about?

Jonah thought for a moment. “No. Not really.”

“Well, okay.” Luciña looked intently into Jonah’s eyes. “Entertain me.”

“What?”

“En-ter-tain me.”

“Well,” Jonah sighed, looking down at his backpack between his legs. “Well, London. That’s where I started.” He paused to retrace his trip.

“Then I visited Belgium, Germany, Switzerland, Italy, and now I’m here.” Jonah exhaled, as if exhausted from the mere description of these places. Luciña paused for a moment.

“And you don’t miss any one place more than the rest?”

“Well,” Jonah recollected. “I really enjoyed the chocolate I had in Germany!”

The both laughed at how superficial his statement sounded.

“You missed the chocolate?”

“Yes,” Jonah took another, long drink from his beer and, feeling brave, looked intently into Luciña’s eyes; their youthful radiance not forsaken by his observations.

“They’re sweet,” he continued, not breaking eye contact with this fire-haired goddess. “But I dare not compare them to—”

Luciña blushed, her cheeks burned to match that of the few wisps of loosed strands of hair that lay upon them. She finished her cocktail and licked her lips in an ambiguous gesture. Luciña looked down at Jonah’s backpack.

“You got anywhere to be?”

“Uh… uh… No.” Jonah answered, trying to shake how he was put off by the question and radiate confidence in his answer.

“Good!” Luciña slammed a small handful of coins on the counter. “Let’s go.”

***

Luciña’s hotel room was small and quaint. It was nothing special, but it provided shelter and a few hospitable amenities. Jonah, however, couldn’t understand how, while lit, the room still seemed dark. Perhaps the wattage in foreign bulbs were inadequate to what he had grown used to in the states. He shook his head to rid his mind of such a ridiculous and inconsequential thought and refocus on what brought him up to this place to begin with; Luciña.

Luciña, in all her beauty, floated around the room in preparation of a relaxing evening, buzzing curious, prodding questions about Jonah’s ears as she lit this, or poured that.

“What do you think of the view from this window, Jonah?” Luciña pushed open the drapes and the cityscape’s many lights broke in. The soft glows of neon and electric lantern lights illuminated the room. But this time, Jonah wasn’t concerned with its aesthetics. Luciña stood there looking out at a city that bathed her in a light the clung to her jet-colored cocktail dress; an attire much too fancy for the dive-like bar they had met at. It carved out her figure and Jonah just slumped on the edge of the bed like an audience to a forbidden, yet privileged show. Luciña loosened the band that tied her hair up and it fell free, cascading down off her shoulders and swinging delicately mid-way down her back. She tossed her head and ran her fingers through it just enough to free any snarled strands and her hair danced like fire from the mouth of some insatiable volcano that threatened to blow its top. Jonah knew the feeling all to well as blood started to redirect towards a more primal region.

“Isn’t the view magnificent?”

Jonah’s mouth was parched. “Uh huh,” he managed to get out, eyes still locked on Luciña. Jonah reached over for one of the glasses of water that sat on the left bedside table. He took a gulp and then spit it out. Luciña spun around to see Jonah examining the glass and its content distastefully.

“This, this tastes like salt water!”

“Oh,” Luciña reacted, surprised. “You must have accidentally grabbed mine.” She reached for the other glass. Luciña’s shawl loosened and gave way to cleavage pronounced by the snugness of her dress. Jonah couldn’t help but notice. Yet, he wanted to remain a gentleman until the end and looked over to where Luciña’s arm was reaching. In a moment, she had returned with his untouched glass and hers in the other hand. She swapped it for the glass Jonah had mistakenly grabbed and took a long drink from it.

“That doesn’t bother you?” Jonah watched her take another long drink of salt water, mesmerized, yet repulsed.

“Nuh uh.” Luciña finished it with a cute, little burp of satisfaction.

“I guess I have an immunity to it.”

“You know salt water is bad for you, right?” Jonah educated her, concerned by her perceived ignorance.

“Yea,” Luciña replied. “I’ve heard that.” She put the empty glass down on the end table. “But it’s different with me.”

“How do you mean,” Jonah asked, curious.

“Well, it’s strange. It actually makes me feel better.” Luciña chuckled and looked over at an empty glass the bled a few last drops from its rim.

“I guess I’m an anomaly like that.” She smiled sweetly once more at Jonah.

Jonah, hypnotized by Luciña’s confidence, locked eyes with her like he had at the bar.

“I think it makes you the most fascinating woman I’ve ever met.” He leaned forward as Luciña, struck amazed by his forthright honesty, moved forward to him. Jonah lifted up his glass that trembled with adolescent, virgin, nerves and took a clumsy drink. Luciña giggled sweetly and took his glass away from him, setting it on the floor this time. She wiped the spilled water with her shawl as she removed it from her shoulders. As she dabbed the collected water from his abdomen, she noticed that some faint amount had collected on his inseam. As she went down to soak it up, Jonah caught her gently by the wrist.

“That’s not… That’s not water.”

“What do you mean?”

This time Jonah blushed. “It’s, well, it’s hard to explain.”

Luciña smiled, as if challenging him to.

“It’s, well, it’s because of you and, and not the water.”

“Oh.” Luciña blushed again. “Because of me?”

“Yes, well… You’re just, just so amazing and beautiful.” Jonah stumbled over his words. “I can’t help it. I couldn’t—”

Luciña interrupted Jonah with a sporadically impeccable kiss. She put her hand on his cheek and, as the gesture progressed, he felt bravery rise up alongside primal impulse within him and he clutched her waist just below her left breast, hoping to innocently graze it with his fingers. Luciña’s tongue ventured through his parted lips and lightly touched his. He returned the favor and she cooed. Jonah’s other hand had found his way to her crimson hair. He played with her ear as he made his way to it, running his fingers through them. As he breathed in oxygen, he caught her scent; a natural odor unlike anything he’s ever encountered. It was faint, yet strangely derelict to any natural odor he had encountered from former females. And in familiarizing himself with her, Jonah’s jeans grew more taught and threatened to tear. In his urgency to progress, Jonah moved his right hand from Luciña’s back, his palm making assured contact with her left breast. Jonah squeezed his eyes tight in expectation of a right cross or a fist to the gut or, somehow, a knee to the groin. But he only felt delightful surprise when Luciña took her right hand and put it over his, pushing it tighter against her breast. She then broke their kiss and put her lips up right against Jonah’s ear.

“I like it when you tease the nipple.”

Jonah laughed from nerves and surprise.

“Oh, I… uh…. Wow.”

“What,” Luciña added. “Too forward?”

Jonah shook his head. “N-n-no.”

“Well,” Luciña continued. “If this isn’t too forward, would this be?”

Luciña looked down and grasped the taut, wet spot between Jonah’s legs. Jonah’s eyes widened in pleasured surprise and he moved his thumb to the center of her breast and rotated it clockwise against her nipple. Luciña moaned faintly. Just then, she took her hand off of Jonah’s concealed member and onto his chest, pushing him flat against the bed. Jonah just lie there like a rag doll; limp and subservient. Luciña looked at him, desire burning wildly in her eyes. She looked down at his inseam and then up a bit at his belt. Her hands grabbed his shirt and she tugged at it assertively as though they were reigns.

“Off!”

Jonah complied without hesitation and threw his shirt away from the bed. Luciña, delighted by his tight, young, masculine physique, ran her fingers down his chest and stomach, pairing it with kisses that sent shockwaves up and down Jonah, crippling him with pleasure and making his teeming erection grow even more desperate for attention. As Luciña made her way down to his belt Jonah found his hands working again and to the zipper of her dress. He massaged her back playfully as he found his way to the zipper’s head. Jonah took it between his fingers and started to unzip it.

“Hey!” Luciña backed up and Jonah put his hands up as if she had drawn a gun just then. Luciña laughed and then waved her finger in a scolding motion.

“Ladies first.” Luciña pulled apart his belt at the buckle and then unbuttoned Jonah’s jeans, sliding down the zipper in one slow, sensual motion. She slapped the side of his thigh.

“Lift.”

Jonah got the message and slightly lifted his posterior. She slid off his pants, leaving his lower half in boxers and socks.

“Wow,” Luciña added. “Very nice.”

A perplexed look grew on Jonah’s face. He couldn’t tell if she was serious or teasing him. Just then Luciña pulled off his boxers and his erection flopped, freed onto his stomach with a wet slap. With one hand holding Jonah’s boxers, Luciña took her free hand and ran it along his inner, left thigh and up along his genitals, slowly inching her way up to the head of is swollen cock. She then pulled her hand back and, dropping the boxers, placed both hands on his socks and started to pull.

“No,” Jonah urged. “Keep them on.”

Luciña stole Jonah’s perplexed look as she took her hands off of his feet.

“What? My feet get cold.”

Luciña shook her head and then brought her hands up behind her. Jonah could hear the sound of the zipper making its way down to where it began its journey at her lower back.

“Hey, I was supposed to do that!” Jonah exclaimed in a teasing manner.

Luciña crossed her arms over her chest and the dress’s straps slung down to her elbows. She smiled at Jonah intoxicatingly and put her hands up in a way that parodied Jonah’s earlier. Her dress fell to the floor as did Jonah’s jaw.

“What,” Luciña prodded. “You want to do it?”

Jonah’s body quivered at the sight of Luciña’s breasts, hanging lightly, yet still youthfully pressed up against her chest. They were white as alabaster, yet reminded Jonah of soft, sweet cream. Her areolas were the shade of rose petals against her erect nipples. They beckoned Jonah and teased his member; forcing it to tremble from the torture and cruelty of being left unattended to.

“No,” Jonah replied. “But I do want you to come here.”

Luciña giggled and trotted towards him, her breasts bounced playfully with each step she took towards him. She jumped on the bed next to him, put her hand on his hard, wet cock and grasped it with her left hand as she lie parallel to him. She kissed his ear and whispered.

“It feels so good in my hand. I hope it doesn’t melt.”

Jonah replied with a passionate kiss. He adjusted himself to allow his right hand to play with her nipples once more. As he rubbed and squeezed them, they seemed to blush as Luciña had several times before. Jonah was further aroused by this and it urged him to be braver. He took has hand and ran his fingers down from her breasts, along her stomach, and to the elastic lining of her black, silk panties. Luciña took her hand from his penis and cupped his. She looked into Jonah’s eyes.

“Just the clit.”

Luciña coaxed his hand down under the elastic line and over what felt like a wild stripe of pubic hair.

“Save the rest for him.” She let go of his hand once she knew he had stumbled upon her sensitive, fleshy mass, and put her hand back on his penis.

Jonah knew he had found his rhythm when paired with Luciña’s massaging of his cock. Her fingers prodded and pleased up and down his shaft and up onto his member’s head. His mind went numb several times and he felt as if the foreplay might be too much to handle. But Jonah knew he’d see it through.

Luciña moaned generously as Jonah’s exploration of her clit found troves of buried pleasure she had almost forgotten about. Her mind, like Jonah’s felt as though it couldn’t endure the foreplay at certain times. Her panties seemed to fill with wetness and she signaled to Jonah for assistance through tugging at them and lifting her waist above the bed. Always the gentleman, Jonah assisted her, a long strand of lubrication clinging onto her parting underwear. Jonah couldn’t help himself and he pulled her to the edge of the bed. He spread her legs and went in for the kill.

“I said save... the—” Luciña’s eyes rolled back from waves of pleasure Jonah’s tongue stirred within her.

“Fuck it.” Luciña surrendered. With ever push and pull, Jonah’s tongue brought her a tide of sensual satisfaction. His fingers massaged her clit and played with her meticulously-shaped triangle of pubic hair; its color as fiery red as the hair he’d been introduced to before. And it lie just as wild. Luciña played with this chestnut hair, trying her hardest not to tug and pull at it too much every time Jonah found every sweet spot nestled within her rosy folds.

“God, Jonah. You are… you are… just—”

Jonah smiled and nuzzled his face against her genitals. Luciña rubbed her breasts and playfully pulled at her nipples. To Jonah, it was all magic. Her touch; like silk, her taste, like salted caramel, and her noises; like the mythic, singing siren. It was almost too much for him alone. In one final moan, Luciña pushed Jonah’s head gently away from her thighs.

“Come here,” Luciña patted the vacant side of the bed.

Jonah stood up and lay down. Luciña looked at him, satisfied.

“That mouth,” she exclaimed. “It will get you in a lot of trouble.”

“Really,” Jonah playfully replied. “With who?”

“Me!” Luciña passed an assertive glance and grabbed Jonah’s cock.

With him in her hand, Luciña kissed and stroked Jonah’s member with her lips and tongue. Jonah tilted his head back and groaned in pleasure with each dutiful stroke of Luciña. Jonah swallowed hard and gripped the bedsheets with each new rush of pleasured excitement. Luciña put Jonah in her mouth and her head bobbed up and down with intermittent teasing from her fingers and tongue in the interest in keeping Jonah on the brink, but not so much as to spoil the evening. Jonah tried to thank her but he could only focus on keeping himself fully intact. He wanted to come so badly, but he wanted to be inside her even more. And she, him.

As Luciña moved up and down Jonah’s cock, her impeccable breasts grazed his balls and complemented what her fingers and tongue were doing to it. Jonah ran his fingers through her hair once more and Luciña replied by running hers through his pubic hair. She bobbed up and down again, saliva and his juices oozing their way down to the base of his prick. She pulled him out of her mouth and rubbed his member’s head, collecting a fresh spout of lubrication on her fingers and putting them in her mouth.

“Mmmm.”

Jonah smiled and Luciña inched forward, grabbing his cock and centering herself over it. Jonah grabbed its base and, together, they found its way into her.

“Jesus,” Jonah exclaimed, as a great wave hit him hard. “You’re so—”

“So?” Luciña started rocking back and forth. “So… so?”

“So fucking good!” Jonah pulled her forward and started slapping his pelvis into her thighs, driving his hard cock deep within her.

“Fuck! You too, Jonah!” He smiled and scooped her left breast into his hand, squeezing it firmly so he can get her nipple into his mouth. Luciña, rushing to his aid, leaned forward, and Jonah rewarded her by rubbing his tongue on her nipple and areola. Luciña moaned from pleasure that came from both directions and she held onto the bedsheets tight. Something rushed up in her and kicked her hard. Her pelvis convulsed and her she grabbed a handful of Jonah’s hair.

“owwww—”

“Sorry,” Luciña kissed Jonah’s forehead. “I just couldn’t help it.”

Jonah forgave Luciña but pulling her to the side and kissing her as he repositioned himself. Looking into her eyes she raised her right leg and let Jonah in. He enthusiastically obliged her and entered. She moaned again and he continued to thrust. Luciña grabbed ahold of his back in cautious handfuls and kissed him more passionately every time she got close to climax. Jonah could read the cues and worked off of Luciña’s response. With his one free hand, Jonah held her by the back of the neck and pulled her tightly against him so that he could kiss her when he wanted. Jonah tightened his groin muscles to keep his load at bay until he could take it no longer or exhaustion clued him in.

“Again. Again!” Luciña almost screamed this time as the second big climax hit.

Jonah kissed Luciña and put her on her back. He entered her once more and gave it all he got. The home stretch. He wiped the sweat from his brow and looked down at Luciña, who looked up at him; her eyes were wild with greedy anticipation of every throbbing inch of what he could offer. She put her fingers around his base and gently caressed where he kept all that she was waiting for.

“Give me one more,” Luciña said in between exhausted moans and squeals of delight. “Then give me it all.”

Jonah couldn’t stand it but he had to hold back. His member rammed deep inside her and she playfully flexed her vaginal muscles as if to taunt him. She wanted one more and Jonah wanted to give it to her. He put his index and middle finger in his mouth and licked them. She did the same. He took them out and placed them on her clit, massaging it in rhythm with each thrust. She squealed more in excitement than she had before and her moans were more aggressive and satisfied. She grabbed his cock and balls firmly. He tightened his groin muscles once more just to keep himself together and begged for her to push through.

“C’mon,” Luciña taunted.

“C’mon,” Jonah begged.

Jonah thrust hard, much harder than before. Luciña and he locked eyes; Luciña’s seemingly accusing him of cheating in some unstated, unwritten game. But it paid off. Luciña cupped one hand to her mouth and wrapped the other around Jonah’s forearm. She convulsed and cursed magnificently a compliment to Jonah’s technique.

“Fuck. Fuck!”

Jonah followed just behind. As soon as Luciña settled, Jonah pulled out of her and his warm, milky essence shot haphazardly onto Luciña’s stomach. Her hand bolted from his forearm to his shaft and lifted it slightly as Jonah’s cock pumped more; this time reaching her breasts. Luciña moaned and cooed in pleasant surprise and massaged Jonah’s cock. What was left of his load seeped onto her wrist and spotted on her. As she held his deflating cock in one hand, she played with his pearly manhood with her other finger, pooling some in her belly button and around her nipples. When she thought Jonah wasn’t looking she satiated her curiosity by sneaking a little taste.

“What?” Luciña looked at him when she was caught. “You got to.”

They both giggled and Jonah lie down next to Luciña, kissing her passionately as he caressed her sweaty and sticky ridges.