October 3, 1917
Imelda had to admit that she did enjoy waking up in a bed as opposed to the floor. María had snapped at Héctor when she learned that the couple's marital bed consisted of two blankets on their bedroom floor. The older woman had insisted that the young couple take possession of the bedroom set that had once been intended for her now-deceased mother. Not wanting to take advantage of the Cruz's hospitality, both of them had refused at first. But María would not take the young couple's response for an answer, continuously bringing it up until Antonio had finally snapped at the couple to just take the furniture.
Still, the young woman was grateful to the family as she now had a bed, two side tables and two armoires for their clothes.
She smiles from the doorway as she watches her husband of 2 weeks sleep in the very same bed. Stalking silently towards the bed she crawls onto the soft surface, running a hand through his tangled hair. She kisses his cheek lightly, coaxing him from his sleep.
"Morning." He yawns, turning to cuddle into his wife's warm body.
"Did you sleep well?" Imelda inquires as her fingers brush through his tangles.
"Mhmm." Héctor nods into her chest. She smiles as she presses a kiss to the top of his head before shifting away from him. Standing up from the bed she makes her way back to the doorway.
"Get dressed." She orders. "I have breakfast ready and I have something for you." She smiles. Héctor looks up from her, his brows creased together.
"Melda…you shouldn't have. It's your birthday." He groans, running a hand through his hair.
"So?" Imelda shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly.
"I should be making you breakfast and have a surprise for you. Not the other way around." He protests, feeling guilty that he didn't have anything to give his wife for her birthday; even though she had insisted he was not to do anything for her. Imelda smiles at him, trying to reassure him it was alright. Her birthday had never been a grand event in her childhood household, the only exception had been her Quinceañera now 2 years ago.
Héctor sits on the edge of their bed, his elbows resting on his knees as he grasps his hair.
"Mi amor, it's not an issue. We agreed that I'll do the cooking and consider the surprise a wedding present for you. Just get dressed and come eat." Imelda smiles, leaving her naked husband alone in their room. Returning to the kitchen, Imelda serves the chilaquiles and adds two fried eggs on top of the tortillas along with some sour cream and pico de gallo. She pours them both a cup of coffee as Héctor walks into the room, wearing only his light brown and black pinstripe pants and a thin cotton shirt.
He grabs the two plates from the counter and takes them to the table, which now sat outside under the awning as the weather had started to warm. Following close behind him Imelda carries the coffee to the surface. The couple sit at the table together, Imelda takes a few sips of coffee before eating her breakfast.
"It's really good." Héctor compliments, his mouth full. Imelda reaches over the table and hits him on the shoulder.
"¡No mastique con la boca llena!" She scolds, sitting back in her seat.
"¿Por qué?" Héctor pouts before sticking his tongue out at her.
"Because when we have children, they are going to pick up your horrible manners and I will be blamed for them." Imelda chuckles, shaking her head. Héctor stops his motion, his coffee mug not yet at his mouth as it hangs open.
"Melda…are you?" He asks, trailing off. "Are we going…" Imelda stares at her husband questioning, wondering what could possibly have left her husband speechless. A sigh escaping her lips once she realizes his question.
"Oh no!" She places her coffee down, waving her hands. "There's no baby, I'm just saying…someday." Héctor nods, finally taking a sip of his coffee. As she looks at him, Imelda can't help but wonder if there was a part of him that had hoped they were going to have a baby.
"I see. Lo siento I just thought maybe because well…you said surprise and we've been together a lot since marrying."
"It would be too soon to tell anyway. Women don't normally know until their 4th week."
"They don't?" Héctor asks, causing his wife to chuckle in response. She realizes that she had to take into consideration that he was a man; this wasn't his area of expertise. Nodding in response finally to his question.
"But no that's not your surprise. Finish your breakfast and I'll give it to you after."
"Is that so?" He waggles his brows at her suggestively causing Imelda to smirk and shake her head. She reaches over the table again with her fork, scraping the food on Héctor's fork back onto the plate. "Melda, diosa why are you so cruel to me?"
"Because you keep me up late." She retorts, taking another bite of her meal.
"No te quejas." He grins again at her, causing the young woman to giggle at his comment. Throughout breakfast, he continues to poke fun at his wife, who manages to snap back after each remark.
"If you keep this up, I won't give you your present." Imelda threatens, grabbing the empty dishes from the table and takes them to the kitchen.
"Imelldaaa." He whines, following her into the kitchen and hugs her from behind, pressing kisses to her neck. "Mi amor, don't be like that." Unable to stop the smirk from forming on her face, Imelda turns her head to her husband. Grabbing him by the hand, Imelda wiggles out of his arms and pulls him out of the kitchen.
"Come on."
"Señora River, you want me at this time in the day? What will the neighbours say?"
"¡Cállate!" She rolls her eyes, still pulling him to their bedroom. Pulling him into the small room, she lets go of his wrist. Imelda squats to the ground, reaching under the bed pulling the object out by the handle.
"Melda seriously, you didn't have to get me anything." He leans against the wall watching his wife grab something from his side of the bed.
"Lo sé. I saw it and I thought of you." Pulling the object from under the bed, Héctor's brows draw together as Imelda picks up a black guitar case from the floor and places it on the bed.
"Imelda, what is this?" He inquires, taking a step forward to the bed as she snaps open the case. Héctor's jaw drops as he comes to stand next to her, looking at the white guitar sitting in the case. Chewing her lip Imelda watches nervously as her husband stares at the instrument.
"A vendor was selling it in the plaza, and I know your guitar has seen better days. The seller said it plays well, I don't actually know if that's true but…I guess that's something you could fix." She rambles on. "If you don't like it, I'm sure we could sell it."
Not listening to his wife beside him, Héctor runs his fingers over the neck looking at the mother of pearl inlays, taking in the fine detail of the beautiful instrument.
"Imelda…" His eyes finally look at her. "It's…beautiful. I love it." Imelda smiles in relief as he grins at her. Reaching for her Héctor lifts his wife in the air, twirling around before setting her down gently. He presses a soft kiss to her lips before turning back to the guitar, picking it up and sitting on the bed. As Héctor strums the instrument as Imelda leans against the wall, listening to him pick and tune the guitar. Taking notice of how tenderly he holds it and the way he looks at it.
"Should I be jealous?" She giggles. Héctor looks up at his wife, still beaming with the gift he received.
"She could never compare to you." He stares at his wife tenderly before breaking out into a large grin. "But that doesn't mean I'm not going to head down to the plaza and show her off to Ernesto."
"Just be back for dinner." Imelda smiles, placing a hand on his shoulder and pressing a kiss to his forehead as he begins to play their song.
March 13, 1918
It wasn't a common occurrence that Imelda joined Ernesto and Héctor in the bar after a concert, but the men had been on tour for 2 weeks and Imelda had to be close to her husband the night he returned to Santa Cecilia.
Sitting in the corner of the bar, the young couple sat against the wall; Héctor's arm slung over Imelda's shoulder while Ernesto sat across from them. Ernesto found the couple sitting across from him sickening as they clung to each other.
"Cristo! Héctor let go of your poor esposa already. You two are acting like you spent a year apart, not two weeks." Rolling his eyes as he takes a sip of his drink.
"You're the one who said I couldn't come on tours anymore." Imelda raises her brows at the man across from her.
"Because you're bad for business." The older man states, crossing his arms. It was true Héctor had insisted Imelda came with them on a tour to Jalisco at the beginning of the year. Throughout the tour, girls wouldn't even dare approach the musical duo after their set, since that tour Ernesto insisted that Imelda couldn't join them anymore because she warded off girls.
"I think we play better when she comes with us." Héctor shrugs his shoulders, this earns an eye-roll from his best friend.
"Girls don't respond well to seeing a musician's wife, especially one they've been fawning over all night." Ernesto huffs, finishing the drink in front of him.
"You are the one they fawn over. I'm the one you used to shove those girl's unattractive friends to." Héctor protests, before looking to his wife. "Obviously not since we've married." Imelda scrutinizes her husband before rolling her eyes at him, finishing her drink.
"Obviously." She repeats, squeezing his knee. "You know Ernesto, if you stopped sleeping with their wives perhaps you guys would have male fans."
"Very clever Imelda. If you hadn't weaselled your way into our band, we wouldn't be having this issue." A tight smile forms across Ernesto's face.
"Bien ustedes dos." The young man cuts in, trying to ease the tension between the two most important people in his life. "We just got back. Let's just enjoy ourselves with a couple of drinks, no talking music or arguing."
Reluctantly both parties agreed, resulting in the trio ordering more drinks. As more drinks were poured Imelda and Ernesto found themselves actually being able to stand each other's presence. As another round of drinks were being poured Imelda constantly found her husband becoming more daring in his touches.
The trio were there until Pedro closed the bar and had to force the three inebriated young adults out of the bar. Being the soberest out of all of them Héctor had managed to convince Ernesto to go home and not back to their house, he wanted his wife all to himself for the night. The young couple stumble home together, his arm slung around his petite wife's waist.
"Héctor!" Imelda yelps as she feels her husband pinch her bottom.
"What?" He feigns innocence with a shrug of his shoulders, pulling Imelda further into his side. Burying his nose into her hair, taking in her scent. Imelda smiles as he continues to palm her culo. Stopping in the middle of the street he pulls Imelda into his arms, sloppily crushing his lips to hers. She hums into the kiss as Héctor backs her up against a building. Raising the skirt of her dress, Héctor hitches her leg over his hip to bring himself closer to his wife.
She gasps as Héctor grinds into her, feeling her husband hardening as he moves against her core. Breaking away from her lips, Héctor trailing kisses down her jawline; nipping periodically at her skin. Imelda bites back a loud moan as he licks up her throat to behind her ear, drawing her lobe in between his teeth. Imelda feels herself getting wetter by the minute as he rubs himself against her. Hands slide to the back of her thighs; Imelda opens her eyes, remembering this particular move.
"Wait." She moans, stopping him from picking her up.
"What is it diosa?" He breaths into her ear, causing a shiver to go through her.
"Take me home." Imelda stares up at him through her lashes, lowering her leg from his hip.
"Melda, there's no one here." He protests, his erection becoming nearly painful. Imelda smiles, reaching forward and rubbing her hand against his hardness.
"If you come home with me, I'll take care of this for you." Her voice is filled with lust as she withdraws her hand. Slipping out of his hold Imelda sways her hips intentionally in the way that drove him insane. She chuckles as she hears her husband swear behind her before racing forward to take his place beside his wife.
"I can't wait to get you into bed." He whispers in her ear, pulling her close again. Biting her lip Imelda squeezes his bicep as they walk. The inebriated couple manage to stumble back to their home.
Holding her promise to his earlier wish Imelda drags Héctor to their room, their front door shutting loudly behind them as she pulls her husband down by his shirt to crush his lips against her own. Héctor's hands slide behind her thighs picking her up, carrying her to their bed.
Unable to help herself Imelda moans as Héctor lays her down on their bed, licking down the column of her throat. Wrapping her legs around his waist, grinding against him in desperation. She whines as she feels his cock hardening again in his trousers, reminding her of her promise. Imelda sits up on her elbows while her husband unbuttons the closures on the back of her purple dress. Raising her skirt Imelda quickly discards her dress, revealing that she wasn't wearing a chemise or bloomers.
"Fuck Imelda." Héctor curses at his wife's naked form. Reaching for her husband Imelda strips him of his linen shirt and moves her hands to free his cock from his now restricting pants, her palm brushing against his cock in the process. Imelda hums in excitement as his cock springs forward, immediately taking him into her mouth. Throwing his head back with a moan as his cock is engulfed in her wet mouth. Imelda inhales deeply, staring into his eyes as she takes him further into her mouth then she normally does.
"Diosa, you need to stop." Héctor warns as he feels himself getting close. Imelda withdraws from him with a smile, drawing her tongue along the underside of his cock once more before standing. Héctor hurriedly lays on their bed, displaying himself for her. Smiling and unable to resist herself she kneels next to his form on their bed, pressing kisses along the length of his cock. Héctor grasps at their bedsheets as she curls her tongue against the shaft. Looking over his wife's body as she kneeled next to him, he grabs her ankle pulling her body over his sternum.
Despite being surprise by the way he had positioned her; Imelda continues to suck his cock. His moans echo through the room, his gaze focused on her glistening cunt. Finally, he reaches out to her, spreading her lips apart to see how wet and wanting she was. Héctor bites his lip staring at the gorgeous sight before him before leaning forward to finally lick Imelda's slit, his tongue running from her entrance to her clit. Pulling away from his cock Imelda gasps at the feeling, despite this being a common move she always loved the feeling of Héctor's tongue on her pussy. Taking this opportunity of his wife being distracted Héctor grabs her perfect hips and pulls her back as he lays his head back down; his tongue never leaving her cunt.
"Héctor!" She exclaims as her husband settles her body onto his face, taking her clit into his mouth. She bites back a moan building in her throat, unsure if she should be enjoying this. The thought leaves her brain as Héctor presses his tongue up into her, making her whine in response. He periodically lifts her hips, allowing himself to breathe before burying his face back into her pussy.
"Ah, dios." She moans, breathing heavily as she grinds against his face. Closing her eyes Imelda focuses on how his mouth feels on her, his nose poking into her culo. She raises her hands, brushing her own fingers over her nipples. "Héctor, please." She finally pleads, needing him inside of her. She feels him chuckle underneath her as she shifts off of him.
"Are you that desperate mi amor?" He asks watching as Imelda straddles him. Grabbing his cock Imelda holds it steady, positioning the head of his cock against her entrance. With a thrust of his hips, Héctor buries himself into her in one motion. Imelda moans loudly as her husband stretches her, she rocks forward sinking him deeper into her.
"Ah! Imelda!" He groans as Imelda takes all of him into her cunt. She bucks her hips forward, enjoying the sight of Héctor in front of her; his head thrown back and eyes closed as she rides him. Imelda shifts her legs down beside his thighs and leans forward, supporting herself on her arms as her hands rest next to Héctor's head; her breasts right in front of his face.
They both loved it when Imelda rode him like this, Héctor's cock moved perfectly in her and it allowed for Imelda to grind her clit against his body; which always brought her to her release quick. She closes her eyes, grinding against him rapidly as she focused on how he filled her and the way her clit felt. Héctor leans forward taking one of her nipples into his mouth while he pinched her other one. She gasps as he rolls her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and how his tongue curls around the other. Tangling her hands into his hair she pulls his face closer to her chest.
"Oh!" Imelda mewls as she feels herself getting close, grinding harder and faster into him. Whining, she felt her desperate release building inside of her. She breathes heavily focusing on that feeling. Héctor sucks her nipple harder as he hears her moans becoming breathy. Shuddering Imelda finally feels her wall clench around his cock, her cries becoming strained as she finally releases. She collapses on top of her husband's chest, burying her face in the crook of his neck as she comes down from her high.
"Was that good diosa?" He asks, stroking her back lightly. Imelda props herself up, pressing her lips to his again as she begins to rock against him.
"It was. Do you want to finish mi amor?" She questions, bringing him further into her pussy.
"¡Sí! Oh joder Imelda!" He curses as she takes his full length into her again. Sitting up Héctor wraps his arms around her waist and flips them over. Imelda shrieks in surprise as he flips her onto her back, without leaving her. Imelda digs her nails into his bareback, pulling him closer to her as he begins to thrust into her. Jerking into her rapidly, Héctor breaths in Imelda's ear as his pants become more frantic above her.
"Finish in me querido." Imelda pants, whimpering when he begins to pound into her with force. Héctor touches his forehead to Imelda's own as she wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer into her. Their heavy breaths echo throughout the room before Héctor's body goes still above her, finishing in her with a whimper. He collapses onto his wife's body, breathing heavily into the crook of her neck and wiping his sweat on his pillow.
As he props himself back up to look at his wife, he presses a sloppy kiss to his wife's lips before pulling away with a smile.
"Te quiero." Imelda beats him to the words as she runs her hands over his shoulders.
"Yo iba a decir eso." He replies as he rolls off of his wife, pulling her into his side as he kisses the top of his head. The young couple lay on top of their blankets, nothing bothering to cover themselves before they both drift off to sleep.
