Woman | Oscar Diaz

Woman - Chapter Eight

Cesar watched as Oscar stood at the kitchen window, staring blankly. It wasn't until he had cleared his throat to make his presence known twice that he had to go up and grab his shoulder. "Hey."

Oscar jumped, his face contorting in frustration. "Why you running up on me like that?"

Cesar shook his head. "I've been here for five whole minutes and you hadn't noticed. You alright, bro?"

"I don't know." He sniffed, looking down at the sink in front of him. "What if I was wrong?"

Cesar raised his eyebrows, his eyes widening. "Uh..." He scooted a kitchen chair out from under the table, gesturing to the other so Oscar would sit and have a conversation with him. "There's a thought."

Oscar huffed before doing the same and plopping down in the chair. "I could've actually saw myself with this girl, mano." He tapped his index finger against the wooden table in front of him. "Last night after everything happened I got to thinking and I think I fucked up."

"Okay..." Cesar nodded, egging him on to continue.

"And I should've just been honest. I've never had feelings for another person before and it was..." He didn't want to say the word, he was too hard to be scared of anything so saying it made him feel like a pussy. But maybe he was, it was easy for him to up and run away so maybe he was. "Scary."

"Tell her." Cesar said, no emotion shown and nothing else said. He offered him an encouraging tap onto the wooden table before he stood and disappeared into his bedroom.

Oscar pulled his phone from his pocket, looking down at it as he contemplated dialing her number. What are the odds she answers and he has to confront the situation he put himself in? After last night; slim to none. So at least he could say he tried.

He brought the device to his ear, hearing it ring, once, twice and then it didn't ring the third time. He heard shuffling on the other line before she cleared her throat and spoke. "Hello?" Her voice was like honey, it filled his throat and took his ability to speak away. "Uh, hello?"

"Hey." He finally said. "Do you want to come over?"

"Uhm..." She trailed off. "No?"

"Please?" He asked, you could feel just how surprised she was by the tiny gasp that left her lips on the other side of the phone. "I think we should actually talk to each other this time. Not at each other."

She thought for a second, running circles in her head before she answered. "Okay." She nodded although he couldn't see her. "I'll be over in a bit."

He couldn't help the smile that filled his face, he bit his lip. "Remember where?"

Her stomach tied into knots. "I remember."

She hung up, his nerves grew and tripled now that she was actually on her way. "Cesar!" He walked up to his little brothers bedroom door, knocking his fist against it. When he opened the door, Oscar shoved his thumb into the air behind him. "Get out."

Cesar reached for a nearby shirt, his eyebrows furrowed. "Like out of the house or out of my room?"

Oscar shook his head. "The house, Nani's coming over."

"Oh." He began scrambling around, reaching for his phone, a lighter, his charger and whatever else he could stick into his pockets. "Okay. I guess I'll be back whenever."

"Thanks." He mumbled, walking toward his open bedroom door to scope out just how messy it was. It wasn't necessarily messy, Oscar had raging OCD so it stayed pretty neat.

He listened as the front door shut behind Cesar, and minutes later, there was light knocking against it. His heart began to race as he got closer and closer to it. Then he twisted the knob, pulling it open to reveal Nani standing in front of him. "Hi." She said softly.

"Hi." He answered, looking down at her lips then back up at her eyes. He then moved out of the way to let her in, her arm grazed his torso, and goosebumps filled his body.

"So, what do you want to talk about?"

She turned to face him, running into his hard body. "I don't." He shook his head, cupping her face before pressing his lips onto hers. He guided her toward the couch, laying her on her back without breaking the kiss.

"Oscar–" He shushed her, afraid that her smart mouth would ruin the moment. Then he pressed his lips against her warm vanilla skin, leaving kisses along her neck and collarbone. He made his way back to her lips, she gave him a dimpled smile when he made eye contact with her.

"I want you so bad." He muttered, pressing his forehead against hers. He bucked his hips so she could feel just how badly he wanted more contact. She nodded, telling him without words that she did too. So, she reached down to his shorts, unbuttoning them a. "I've never done this before." He said.

She paused, looking at his face for any trace of it being a joke. "What?" His eyes were glossy and half open, but he was serious. "Done what, exactly?"

He placed a kiss to the tip of her nose. "I've never made love to anyone before."

Her heart felt as if it were glowing in her chest, butterflies filled her stomach. "You want to make love to me?"

He nodded, dropping his head into the crook of her neck to place a kiss in it. "Mhm."

She lifted his face, pinching his facial hair with her index finger and thumb. She placed a kiss to his lips. "Just do whatever feels right."

So he kissed her, and with every kiss the passion deepened. They spent hours caressing each other, their lips only parting to come up for air or when holding in the moans was just too much to bare.

His hands caressed her exposed back as she sat on top of him, their hips moving in sync. She looked down at him, their lips inches apart but their eye contact in-complete-tact as moans left their lips. "I'm gonna love the fuck out of you, mama." He wrapped his hands in her hair, exposing her next to him as she bounced up and down. "I want you all to myself, all the time." His other hand wrapped around her neck, giving it a small squeeze before both of them went around to her butt and gripped tightly. "Be my girl." He said, now making her look at him. "Fuck." He moaned, but repeated himself. "Be my girl, baby."

She gave him probably the sexiest smile he had ever seen before she answered. "I am your girl."