You loved Chato with your entire heart.
Oh god, did you love it when he winked.
The first date the two of you went on was at a small cafe.
“Hey chula what are you looking at.”
“Huh? Oh nothing.”
When you got up to leave you felt a small touch on your behind. You jumped up looked back at him. He did that about 5 more times before you playfully said
“Stop grabbing my ass.”
“Ah, don’t act like you don’t like it.” *******
Things between the two of you had never gotten closer than hugs and kisses (with some flirting).
But, for now you were content with hugs and kisses. You were watching him from outside the sparring room thinking he didn’t see you.
Your eyes trained on his strong biceps as he threw a few good punches at Floyd. Over and over it looked as if he got stronger and stronger by the minute.
He sat down and washed his face off with a towel, and looked directly through the glass separating him from you.
You felt your face start to turn a dark shade of red, you bit your bottom lip and ran to your room in small shame.
You really didn’t mean for him to see you even though it happened. Even though you were in a relationship you’d never felt this nervous. You stood and thought for a couple more long minutes.
So when you got to your room, you were shocked to see Chato there too, sitting on your bed and tapping his hand on the sheets. You knew that you had been spaced out in thought for a while but, why would he come here?
“Chato… What are you doing here?” You asked, grazing your eyes of over his tattooed and still shirtless form. His shorts hung low to his knees but, they were very loose fitting.
“Like something you see amor?” Suddenly he was directly facing you, and he raised your chin up with his fingers so that you were looking into his eyes. “You seem to blushing a bit.” He just had to state the obvious.
He slowly lowered his lips to meet yours. He started very softly, the longer you kissed the more urgent and needy he got. He sat you down on the edge of the bed now you definitely knew what he wanted.
Then he let go and started pacing. “I don’t think we should do this.”
You looked at him confused and tilted your head. “Any particular reason?”
“I just don’t wan to hurt you mi amor.”
“You won’t. If you do i’ll tell you.”
“You promise?”
“Yes, I promise.”
He immediately started kissing down your neck.Then he used his hands to push you down and gently hold your hands. Chato let go of your hands and touched your shoulders down to your hips. His touch got ruff and you knew that you would probably have some bruises.
His hands moved back up to the hem of your shirt and looked at you for permission. You nodded your head and he pulled off your shirt. The cold air gave your ribs and stomach goosebumps.
“Dios , tu amor tan caliente.” He picked you up and laid you down on the bed and took off your bra. Chato started placing kisses back on your neck, down the valley of your breast, and down your stomach. You quietly moaned and closed your eyes.
Then he slipped off his pants and kissed your mouth. You touched his face and traced his tattoos. He smiled and kissed your earlobe.
His hands traveled fast down to the hem of your pants. You nodded a bit more wildly. He complied and pulled them off with your panties. Your eyes met and he kissed your nose. Slowly he pulled his boxers down. You slightly panicked a bit more (he is ridiculously huge. He’s thicker than your forearm and around 10 inches.) You moved your hands up toward the headboard as he put his hands above the tops of your shoulders. He looked at you one last time for assurance and nodded. He moved a hand down to your entrance. You breathed in and he started moving slowly.
You moaned as he started speeding up, the faster he went the hotter his skin radiated. He started groaning and whispering in your ear.
“¿Te gusta este precioso“
“Yes.” You whispered.
“Chato I-I.”
“I know amor.”
You walls clenched around him and you moaned over and over, which led to his release. His hands caught fire and burned the bed.
You giggled and pulled him down for a kiss. Then you thought, ‘man I should watch him more often’.