3/5/2023 0 Comments Taza mayansChe knows exactly where he has to touch you to make you scream out his name. You actually don’t care if someone can see you, in the middle of the night, in a deserted beach unleashing your passion. Now you can feel how hard he is, cupping your ass in his hands and pinching it, looking for your tongue again with his own. Your boyfriend catches you again as soon as you come to the surface, wrapping his waist with both legs. The water isn’t too cold, continuing your steps, until you’re able to dive some seconds. Taking off the dress above your head to leave it on the towel, you do the same gesture with his white shirt, letting him guide you to the shore between his arms surrounding you. Taza asks you, feeling his hands going down to the dress folds, touring your warm skin with his fingertips so ephemeral that makes you gasp nodding, totally playing with your mind. Your lips know his pretty well, every inch, every taste on them… And you couldn’t get tired of them taking away your breathe. Every kiss feels like the first he gave you at the door of your previous house, after having a party with the Mayans. Resting your chin on his chest, you can see him smiling like a child, leaning a little to catch your lips softly. You just say with a slow tone of voice, to give him the enough time to memorize them. He mutters because, even if he knows how much you do, hearing you saying those words make his heart jumps. “Do you know how much I love you?” You whisper as if it was a secret. A soft smile get drawn on the corner of your lips, when you feel him kissing your forehead so gently that bristle your skin with some chills. And you know that there’s no one better than him for you. Quesadillas, rice with frijoles, fruit salad, white wine… Well, you can’t ask for anything better. The night has fallen after eat the mexican picnic he cooked for you, while you were sleeping this morning. Something mutual that you two do without asking. And he’s delighted of taking care of you after long turns working in the hospital, as you do when he comes from a ride. You’ve been together since three years ago, when Bishop introduced you, falling for each other instantly. You love these kind of moments together, taking pleasure of your intimacy without anyone bothering you. The soft breeze from the beach and the sound of the waves breaking on the shore makes you feel more relaxed than never. Your head resting on his chest, closed eyes, almost dancing with his arms wrapping your waist close to him and yours around his neck. One of your favorite songs plays on the phone close to your feet, moving slow, barefoot on the warm sand. If you’re not touching him, you can’t sleep. Nodding while you adjust the seat belt above your chest and abdomen, you get comfy by curling both legs against your body and resting your head on the window, with a hand holding Taza’s forearm. “Rest a little more, you have two hours”. He replies back, giving you a last smooth kiss. You confess placing a hand on the back of his head, to push him closer over your seat. It’s impossible to be mad at this man, kissing you so soft and gently that makes you sigh completely in love. Forcing you to find his pleased eyes with two fingers under your chin, he smirks leaning towards you to press your lips with his. When he leaves some things inside the trunk, he have a sit by your side, closing the door and looking at you for an instant. But you don’t see the reason to do it out of your home, going to San Diego. But Taza wants to spend some time together, and you understand it. One of the worst combination of all time. You’ve been working the whole week at the hospital, you’re tired, frustrated and hungry. You finally sit on the copilot seat of the big SUV, frowning and crossing your arms over your chest, after a fifteen minutes fight because you don’t want to go out of the ranch. Tag list: ✨ (if you wanna be tagged, send me a message!) Che “Taza” Romero x asked: Hi there! Would you write some Taza story, where he is taking you for a ride, and you dont feel like it, and start to grumble about it, he gets mad, but at the end you found out that he is taking you to some amazing picnic spot, where he prepared romantic dinner, so you end up with some angry make up asked: Could you write an imagine for taza where he and the reader are dancing and it leads to smut? Btw your writing is amazing!Īuthor comments: This work wasn’t re-edited, so I’m sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy.
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