Moonlight Sonata

Cuba

I woke up the next morning feeling whole. I got to show my friends and family my talent. As soon as my fingers hit those keys, I knew there was so way I would wait that long to play again. I stretched out in bed revealing the naked upper half of my body then turned to my gorgeous boyfriend.

Beautiful, hungry brown eyes stared back at me behind unruly hair. The length of this man's hair was enough to soak my panties so I decided to climb on top of him.

I lowered myself onto his erection and let out a slow moan.

"Fuck." I heard him say through clenched teeth.

"I know baby." I said as I moved. Slow and deliberate. All the way out then to the hilt. A torturous rhythm for the both of us.

And as if he read my mind, he yanked me down by my arms and held my lower back with one arm and wrapped the other around my shoulders.

This was my favorite and he knew that. When he held me this way, I felt protected and wanted and it just intensified our lovemaking. Then he started to pound, trying my hardest to keep up I moved but was stopped with a swift spank. He wanted all of my pleasure and I wasn't going to interfere.

I lost track of time just enjoying the feel of him inside me. That's when he circled his hips, creating a lovely amount of friction from his pelvis to my clit and I was immediately close. I began clawing at him as my moans turned into squeals then those turned into silent cries.

I felt my entire body get warm and by the sound of his primal grunts, I knew my vaginal walls were milking him. I stopped moving as my orgasm robbed my body and hoped to death I didn't deafen Matt with the screams to his ears. Seconds later I felt him roughly dig his fingers into my body, signifying his release.

I was still as Matty rubbed my body where his hands were. We just laid there for some minutes before he spoke.

"Being with you makes me appreciate so many things."

I scrunched my eyebrows then sat up, resting my hands on the chest then my chin on my hands, listening.

"You know how Cuba is a communist nation and how people still live like it's the 60s?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like they don't get any modern products."

"Wait so how did you come from such an affluent family?" I was confused. Then it hit me.

"You're a Castro?!"

An angry look flashed across his face and he vehemently shook his head, "You're crazy. My grandfather used to work for the government. Stole a shit ton of money and didn't spend a dime until my mother married my father. Anyway they found out and tried to put him in jail but couldn't prove it. So he, my grandmother and mother moved to this island that was basically off the map.

That's where Celia and I grew up. My mother never forgave him for it but was thankful that we didn't have to live a poor life. She and my father took the rest of the money and started their organic goods business. From underground Cuba to the endless opportunities of North and South America."

"Where's your grandfather?"

"Still there."

"He has a great granddaughter, shouldn't he know?"

"Yeah but what's he gonna do? He's 92 years old."

"So we can visit."

"Té curativa, do you know how hard it is to get into Cuba? They'll even give me a hard time. My parents live there and have people watching him when they're not around."

"Forgive me for speaking so soon but if it's a whole ordeal to get into Cuba, why did Celia go?"

His body stilled and I prepared myself for the backlash. When he spoke it was low and calm.

"She went to try and buy the island. She was a fucking idiot." He smiled and I wasn't sure how to feel about that smile.

"Do you think the plane crash was meant to kill her?"

"Maybe. Cubans don't fight fair."

I jumped up, "We have to do something."

"Yeah give me a second to call the president, let him know it was an inside job. Trust me he knows."

"Yeah but-

"Chamomille! Enough! I miss Celia like crazy but she knew the risk she was taking. You think I'm gonna let you get involved and lose you too? We have a baby who's not even a year old. That pure heart might get you into trouble one day."

He kissed my head and laid me back down. Yeah my pure heart just might get me into trouble one day and I had to think about my family. I would really like justice for Celia but that's my American Hippie brain talking.

Matthew actually lived in Cuba and knew about the treachery that went on over there. He knew what he was talking about.

I snuggled up to him and checked the clock and saw that it was eight in the morning. I decided to sleep in and let Lilly babysit.

A kiss placed at the top of my head was Matt's way of willing away my worries.

"Dormirse." He said.

And I did.