We left Germany in a jet to our sanctuary in Mexico City, Mexico. I've always wanted to go to Mexico, my father would go down there for business trips and would always bring something back when he got home. My favorite thing he got me once was an opal as big as a nickel. I use to wear it as a necklace until on his dying breath he tore it form my neck. I've never asked for it back since, I figured he should keep what was left of my innocence in his grave.
Once we were in Mexico City it wasn't hard to find a place to live, at least temporarily. The Frau's mistress gave us enough Pecos to last us a month. Demitri and I planed on 'vacationing' for a week or two then leave to Brazil. Brazil became state of the U.S. about five years ago (I don't know why they didn't make Mexico a state; it's a lot closer then Brazil). When Brazil became a state it boomed with better job opportunities. It is rumored that they don't do background checks so I'll be able to use my real name but, still it's only a rumor.
On the first day in our hotel we couldn't keep our hands off each other. I'll tell you, I don't miss Sparky one bit. It's wonderful being with a man and not to worry about him being electrocuted. Sure we went exploring but, the best exploration was each other's bodies. The sex was amazing as always but the greatest sex we had was during a blackout.
It happened when we returned to the hotel with a slight buzz in our heads from the tequila. We went inside with our lips locked and struggling to get our clothes off when all the lights went out. "Oh, great, the lights went out again," I said grumbling. Mexico was notorious for rolling blackouts and a major turnoff when I'm in the middle of good sex.
"I knew there was a reason for buying candles."
"You bought candles?"
"Yep, I also got roses and Champagne."
"Why did you get those?" I asked curiously.
"Because I love you and it's the New Year."
"Really?" I asked, surprised. I haven't been keeping track off what month it is. So many crazy things have been happening to me that I've forgot about the last two months. Demitri got out a flashlight and went to find the candles. The light showed they were in the corner of the room with the roses and the champagne. We didn't need the flashlight anymore when we lit the candles. I put the roses in a vase smelling their scent. I've realized this was the first time I've ever gotten red roses, not even from Isaac.
I heard the cork pop but, I didn't turn around. I was thinking of all the three men in my life. Isaac was dead and I wished he wasn't. Rubik I have no idea what he's thinking then of course there was Demitri. I felt him put the glass in my hand. I took a sip of the champagne with his arms wrapped around my waist. "What are you thinking about?" he asked, nuzzling into my neck.
"I've….never gotten red roses before," I said, it was half a lie but, at least I was telling the truth. He pulled away my long brunette hair (I've missed my natural hair color) and kissed my neck. The kiss sent shivers down my spine, he's done that many times and still he makes me whither. "I'm glad to be the first to give you roses," he purred. I put away the champagne and pushed him to the bed with our lips locked together. In seconds our clothes were off. He was on the bottom while I was on top. His penis slipped inside me; oh it fit so perfectly like a glove.
I rode him like a horse that night. His hands held fast on my hips as I came closer to my climax. I must have orgasmed three to four times but, the most intense was the last when we both came. On the last one we were in Lotus position. We held each other fast as the last climax was about to come. "Demitri!" I screamed out his name as I came one last time, I threw my head back as his hot seed hit my cervix. He laid my down on the bed kissing me, "I've always wanted you to say my name," he whispered. We held each other after that with the feeling of love between us.
A week later we were ready to go to Brazil but, there was only one problem I was sick. Apparently Mexican food doesn't agree with my stomach and I've been visiting the toilet a lot lately. Before we went to Brazil which was tomorrow I was ready to go to the doctor to see what was going on. Little did I think someone was going to pay us a visit.
It was morning, Demitri was still in bed while I was already dressed. Five minutes ago I puked up last nights dinner. While I was brushing my teeth to get that horrible taste out I heard a knock on the door. "I'm coming," I grumbled, washing the toothbrush then went to the door. I know Demitri paid him last night, I thought. Sometimes the attendant likes cheat us on getting all our money. I was only half awake when I opened the door. "If this is Mr. Snachez we al-" I stopped in mid sentence to find the person standing in the doorway was Stan Rubik.