Zobeida De Jesus was the 20-year-old sister of Zabdiel, a member of CNCO. She was by no means riding her brother's coattails, already a successful actress in a tv show called 'Shadowhunters'. This firey, headstrong, Latina moves to Ecuador with the...
His voice came out in a hoarse whisper, rolling over onto his side to face his girlfriend in bed. Her eyes were partially open, lips stretching out into a yawn. He snuggled closer to her body, arms circling her torso. She sucked in a breath when his cold fingers slipped up the back of her nightgown, leaving a trail of ice wherever he touched. It turned to fire within seconds, burning her flesh with passionate heat.
"Good morning, mi Vida." Zoe stared into his evergrowing dark eyes, dragging the tips of her fingers along his chest. "I'm gonna go shower," She pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, slowly sliding out of his embrace. Her feet carried her into the adjoined bathroom, not bothering to shut the door. The black nightie she'd had on hit the ground before she was out of eyesight, Christopher's gaze locked on that exact spot.
His lips parted in awe, throwing back the covers he'd been sleepily tucked into. All the energy that he'd originally been lacking shot back into his body, craving her in all-new ways. He yanked his sweats down, thankful for the fact he didn't sleep with a shirt on since it got him closer to her much quicker. Boxers joined their pile of clothing, watching her silhouette from behind the sliding glass shower door.
Christopher stepped forward, slowly sliding the door open. Zoe perked her head up almost instantly, having seen his shadow out of the corner of her eye. "I see you invited yourself into my shower," She teased, playing it off as though her boyfriends' bare figure in front of her wasn't extremely distracting. Her gaze trailed downward, nibbling on her bottom lip. Christopher's eyes shot straight to her mouth, knots forming in his stomach.
"That's my job," He growled, pulling at her lip with the pad of his thumb. Zoe slid her hand into his thick hair, pulling him down to meet her. Christopher made quick work of gaining dominance, gripping the back of her thighs. She got the signal to jump when he squeezed, doing so instantly. "Mi niña," He kissed down her neck, inhaling the rose scent of her lotion that was slowly rinsing off under the steaming water.
"Christopher," She whined, his hand snaking down between them. Zoe could feel his finger running up and down her folds, teasing her. Christopher smirked when she bucked her hips forward, pinning her against the shower wall. "Patience, Mamita. I'll take care of you," He whispered in her ear, moving his head down to her chest. If he couldn't leave hickies on her neck where Zabdiel would see then he sure as hell was going to put them where nobody could see. You could guarantee by the end of their session she'd look like a cheetah.
But, she'd return the favor.
Christopher sucked on the insides of her thighs, making his way up to his prized possession. "Carajo," Zoe swore, arching his back so he could go deeper. He drew figure eights around her clit, sticking two fingers far inside of her. "Papi," Her head hit the wall, not giving it a second thought due to being lost in pleasure. She wound her fingers in his hair, Christopher slinging her leg over his shoulder for a better angle. "Dios," Zoe could feel her body tremor as she climaxed, Christopher eating her up like she was his last meal.
"You always taste so fucking amazing," He pressed his glistening swollen lips to hers, giving Zoe a taste of herself. She pumped him with her right hand as she fell to her knees, placing kisses along his stomach and v-line. In a blink, she'd taken all of him into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. "Oh, fuck-" He braced himself against the wall, water from his hair dripping onto her chest. "You get better each time," Christopher coughed, pulling her away before he could finish.
They slammed against one another in a forceful fiery kiss that reeked of passion. "Turn around," Christopher ordered, spinning her in a half-circle. "Spread those legs for me, Mamita." He pressed a few kissed along her neck, nudging for her to move with his foot. Zoe complied almost instantaneously, gasping when he slipped inside without warning. "Always so tight for me," Christopher snapped his hips upward, a strangled moan leaving her lips. He reached around to the front of her and squeezed her breasts, picking up a steady rhythm. "Fuck, I'm not gonna last long if you keep doing that."
She clenched around him over and over again, strings of moans and curses leaving their lips. "Papi, I'm gonna cum." Zoe shuddered, falling back against his chest. "Me too. Dale, Mamita." Christopher gave a few last forceful thrusts, finishing seconds after she did. They collapsed against one another for support, Christopher slowly pulling out. "Here, Princesa." He reached for the shampoo, working it into her hair. They took turns cleaning one another off, taking a few breaks to kiss softly. "I love you,"
"I love you too," Zoe grinned as they were drying off, wandering into the bedroom to get dressed. She tugged one of his shirts on over her bra, wearing a pair of her own shorts. "Wanna go get some breakfast?" Christopher nodded, following her out into the living area. Richard, Alyson, Erick, and Edith were all spread across the room with various different looks on their faces. Erick looked disgusted, Edith looked amused, while Richard and Alyson had matching smirks.
"Thank God you're finally done. Aaliyah thought you were killing her,"
