Guys My Age ~ Christopher Velez

Am I Wrong?

"We haven't had much time to ourselves,"

 "So I talked to Richard and Aly when you were getting ready yesterday," Christopher cupped her cheek in his warm hand, backing her up to the wall made of stone. It created their own little cave, with their blankets at the center. He stared down at her, slowly leaning in to cover her mouth with his. Her lips were smooth and tasted of a mango lipgloss she'd found in Mexico, the flavor of her tongue mingling in a heavenly cocktail. It was a languid kiss, one that was all about taking your sweet time. Christopher pulled back with dark eyes, glancing behind him at the Ocean. "Let's go for a swim,"

Zoe would've argued with him by saying the water was too cold, which it sorta was. But, the second he removed his shirt all disagreements had disappeared. She unzipped her jeans and slid them down her legs, her top quickly joining their growing pile of discarded clothing. Christopher had waded into the water up to his waist, turning around to see her approach. He almost passed out when he saw that she was completely naked, body glistening under the moonlight.

"You're lucky that I love you. I wouldn't skinny dip for just anyone," She teased, nipples hardening under the cool water temperature. He stayed in place until she reached him, his fingers starting at her knee. Christopher dragged his hands along the outside of her thighs, barely staying away from where she needed him most. "Te Quiero, Papi." Zoe drew her legs up around his waist, gasping when they pressed themselves against one another. The friction of his clothed dick against her heat was already driving her insane, but then he had to go and kiss her so deeply she thought she might split in half.

"Te Quiero, Mamita." Christopher murmured against her skin, trailing his lips to her neck. The water temperature didn't bother them at this point since their body heat came radiating in satisfying waves. "God, you're gorgeous." He cupped her backside in his hands, squeezing gently. Zoe moaned into his neck, fingers tugging at the ends of his hair. Christopher groaned when she rubbed down on him, rolling her hips against his hardened length. "I need to taste you," He confessed with a sly tongue, carrying her out of the water. 

He kneeled on the blanket, gently laying her body under his. They both had an exhibitionist kink, but he had ventured out in public more. The thought of someone seeing them sent a rush of adrenaline through their veins. Her head tilted back with an open mouth, pulling frantically at his hair. His fingers diving inside of her, swirling figure eights with his tongue. Tiny moans escaped her as she clenched around his grip, back arching off of the ground.

"You always taste so good, Mamita." His words vibrated through her, sending her on an all-new realm of pleasure. Christopher smirked when she came across his tongue, licking up every drop. Zoe's chest heaved up and down, Christopher bringing a kiss up to her lips. She whined over the taste of herself on his tongue, sliding a hand in between their bodies to grip him. "Carajo," He swore as she pumped her hand up and down, forehead falling against her shoulder.

"Papi, I want you to fuck me." Zoe purred in his ear, Christopher gently guiding himself to her entrance. She moaned out in his ear as he stretched her out, tight after not being together for almost a month. "Fuck," He rose himself up onto his hands, snapping his hips in an upward angle. Christopher kissed along her breasts, tongue flicking over her hardened nipples. Her legs wrapped around him as he thrust into her, keeping a steady and smooth pace. "Papi," She cried out, pushing her pelvis up against him.

"So needy," Christopher growled in her ear, using his body weight to stop her from moving. "I'll take care of you, Mamita. Be patient," He sucked on her neck, nibbling on the soft flesh. She was helpless under his touch, completely subjected to his mercy. Zoe knew that she could do the same to him with a simple reverse in position. "On all fours," He whispered in her ear, pulling out of her. She did as asked, her ass sticking up in the air.

"I need you," She whispered, feeling him inside of her a split second later. "Carajo, Papi." Zoe shuddered, his hand snaking around to grip her breasts. Christopher groaned beside her ear, the sound pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She quickly reached the edge between him hitting her g-spot at a rapid pace and his dirty words in her ear. "I'm gonna cum," Zoe warned, Christopher quickly picking up the pace to make the experience as pleasurable as possible.

"Dale," He ordered, feeling her release around him. Zoe's legs were shaking by the time her high was over, Christopher's hitting seconds later. "Mamita," Christopher moaned one last time, carefully pulling out of her. He collapsed next to her, trying to catch their breath. After a few moments of rest, he lifted her up bridal style and walked them toward to Ocean. Zoe questioned what he was doing, her arm loosely tied around his neck. "I'm cleaning us up before we go back," 

Christopher crouched down into the water, his hand cleaning her off as gently as possible. She was always rather sensitive after sex. "We owe Richard and Aly," Zoe giggled breathlessly when he sat her back down in the sand, still keeping one hand on her waist. "Can I have your shirt?" He wordlessly slipped it over her head so that she wouldn't have to put her jeans back on. "Gracias, mi Vida." Christopher stopped her before she could make a move to go back to the rental, pulling her into his chest. 

"Mi amor, I can't wait to tell the world about us." Zoe smiled into his quick kiss, tracing his diamond tattoo with her nail. Christopher gripped her by her hips, lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. "You wanna know how I know you're the girl of my dreams?" He wondered aloud, carrying his pantless girlfriend across the beach. She hummed curiously, fiddling with the hair on the nape of his neck. "Because I just fucked your brains out on a beach and you were into it," Christopher smirked, squeezing her backside.

"That's your reason?"

"Am I wrong?"

"...No,"