Page 116 of Haze of Obedience
"No. Eat. Finish, and then we will go."
"It's okay. We will—"
"Do you like my tamales, or was that a lie?"
"I love your tamales. My grandmother would love your tamales. All of Mexico would love your tamales."
She softly laughs. "Then eat."
"You're in pain."
Her face falls. "I'll deal. It's important to me that you have a nice meal. So unless you don't like them, eat. My arm can wait."
I debate about what to do.
She picks up her fork and takes a bite. "Mmmm."
"Enjoying that?"
"Yep." She puts a forkful to my mouth, and I eat it.
"You know that I'm never going to be able to let you go now that I know your tamale skills, right?"
"Is that all I had to do? Feed you?"
“Yep.” I pop another portion in her mouth then mine.
We finish our meal and go upstairs. As soon as we get in our room, I unwrap her bandage.
The entire burn is blistered, red, moist, and shiny. It looks worse than when I put the initial cream on.
"I think you have a second-degree burn."
"I'm going to have a horrible scar, aren't I?"
I put more cream on her arm, and she winces. "Sorry. Yes, probably. But you'll still be the sexiest woman alive."
She blushes, and I wonder how she can when everyone on the planet talks about how beautiful and spectacular she is.
After I bandage her arm, I stroke her cheek. "I'm sorry tamales were the cause of your burn. I know it doesn't make it better, but I really enjoyed them. Thank you."
She crawls on me and straddles my body then wraps her arms around my shoulders.
I think she's going to kiss me, but she puts her lips next to mine and softly sings in Spanish, "Obsessive guy..." she wiggles her hips, "...country boy..." She continues singing random words.
It's the first time I've heard her sing since I rescued her, and my erection immediately grows. I smile against her lips. Hearing her voice in person, this close, about me, is like a happy injection of ego juice.
She pulls my shirt off and sings next to my ear. I remove her's and slide her shorts off. Her flesh is like a blanket I want to wrap myself in, and her warm breath on my neck stirs all my testosterone. She drags and traces her fingers across my biceps.
I want to kiss her, but I don't want her to stop singing. When her pouty lips come back to mine, she pecks me, sings, kisses me deeper, then mischievously smiles and pushes my chest until I'm down on the bed.
"God, you're sexy," I mutter.
She sings random words some more, teasing my torso with her tongue and lips between words. By the time she gets to my V, I'm hard as a rock.
She unzips my pants then tortures me some more with a pattern of licking, sucking, and singing against my V while moving my pants off me.
She tortures me. Her lips and voice hum against my hot skin. My hands lace through her hair. I tug it from time to time and restrain myself from shoving her where I'm dying for her to be. Every arrow I have, she pays attention too. Each one dips lower, and by the time she gets to the last one, pre-cum spills out of my cock, and I'm begging her in Spanish.
