Black Araña

With that final earth shattering orgasm, Mariah's inner walls clenched tightly around him and he gave a final hard thrust, his hot seed spilling into her as he let out a shuddering groan and eased himself down beside her. "Ahhh....I needed that," he said contentedly.

Mariah released a long sigh of contentment that matched his words. Turning her head to the side she observed his profile for a moment before she sat up and slid off the bed. Her legs supported her weight awkwardly up until she straightened herself. Raising a dainty hand she tucked a chunk of loose hair behind her ear and bent to pick up the discarded towel that was bunched up on the floor. Mariah wrapped the material around her torso then glanced at Javier. "I better get dressed..." She said, a coy smile teased the corners of her lips. Anyone with eyes could see she was defiantly satisfied with the sex, the glow in her skin and the red dusting her cheeks screamed that fact loud and clear.

Turning around she slowly walked out of the room, making sure to add an extra sway to her hips as she went. She felt light as a feather, desirable and sexy. She wasn’t extremely experienced with sex and for that reason the men she was with rushed to their climax and left her eating dust, unsatisfied, dirty and disappointed. Javier hadn’t made her feel any of those things, but…

She sighed softly and paused her thoughts so she could concentrate on where she put the rest of her clothing, particularly her underwear. When she started to shiver from the cold in the room she decided to get dressed in what she had but she still searched. While she went underwear hunting her emotions flooded her thoughts and she found herself hot and wet once again. It was like her body couldn’t get enough of him, her sexy lover… who hated her.

Javier had been tempted to say something to Mariah, but what could he possibly have said to her? He still wasn't exactly pleased with her, she had cost him his club after all and she had deceived him about her identity as a cop. He noticed the phone she had given him sitting on the nightstand....maybe it was time to take a look inside and see what he would find out about her...

Once Mariah had successfully hunted down her bra she went about cleaning herself up before she reluctantly climbed on the couch, even though there appeared to be a few broken springs inside the frame, the ancient fashion statement was rather cozy. Since she was so tired from the events of the day it didn’t take long for her to drift off to sleep, but even in her dreams she found no peace. She fell for, backstabbed and had mind blowing sex with the one man she couldn’t have.

Javier skimmed through the phone's records. It seemed that what Mariah had told him in the car was true. Part of him felt a twinge of sympathy for her, but in his mind she had still cost him a lot, intentionally or no, she had cost him. Well, she was just as stuck out here as he was and he supposed it might be better all around if he at least tried to e nice....

In the many weeks that followed the most amazing sex she ever had , Mariah found herself still isolated with Javier, he hadn’t touched her since that fateful night and she ached because of it. Because of her actions she did what she could to please Javier. She made sure the house was clean and any cooking that was done was done by her, though she wouldn’t have mind if he wanted to help, she just didn’t know any other way to make it up to him.

She first thought sex was going to end up being the only thing she did with him, and sadly, she actually anticipated his touch. Even so, Mariah was no whore despite what he might think. She wasn’t about to turn herself into one so she could feel better about the fact she betrayed Javier.

Sighing softly, Mariah slid her hands through soapy sweet smelling water, her fingers danced around the bottom of the kitchen sink while she blindly searched for another dish to wash. Grumbling over the fact she was practically bathing herself she reached in a bit more and glanced at the floor as she did so.

Screaming both in fear and shock Mariah acted so fast she swore she flew up onto the counter. There on the floor was the biggest spider she had ever seen, its eight legs twitched while it skittered around the semi wet surface of the wood floor. Each time it inched closer she squeaked and clung to the cupboards tighter, she was tempted to try to stuff herself into one of the tight compartments until the critter got bored and went away.

Javier had been working on the car when he heard the scream. He put down his tools and rushed to see what was going on. One look at Mariah and the tarantula on the floor was enough to tell him everything he needed to know. He grabbed a glass jar from the shelf, unscrewed the lid and trapped the creature inside. "I's just a spider Quireda, una Araña grande," he said holding up the jar with the spider trapped in side, "Be glad he wasn't a scorpion or a rattle snake."

Mariah eyed the insect suspiciously while she attempted to calm her breathing and fluttering heartbeat. She carefully shifted her weight to the side of the counter, still clutching the wood for dear life she slid down onto her knees then turned her body so her ass stuck out over the counter. Getting onto the cupboards was apparently a lot easier than getting down. Then again how could she be sure that thing didn't have a mate. Pausing her descend to he floor she took a moment to remember what Javier had said about scorpions and snakes... rattlesnakes. She swallowed hard. "Could one of those get in here?" She asked, turning her head to glance down at the floor awkwardly. She clearly wasn't used to dealing with natures creepy crawlers.

Javier tried not to watch her gorgeous ass as it wiggled around in front of him, but he found himself starting anyway and he almost missed her question because of it.

"Yes, it's not a usual occurring but from time to time there will be a rattler that finds his way in, scorpions are a problem if you leave your shoes on the porch and don't shake them out, one thing to keep in mind, a big scorpion is better than a small one,"

Mariah stared at him for a moment while she let his words sink in. She blinked and looked down once more before she took a deep breath and slowly climbed down the rest of the way until her feet touched the ground. Raising a hand she turned while tucking a strand of her long hair behind an ear. Her lips twitched then she smiled awkwardly and let out a breathy laugh. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be such a girl... it's just that..." She paused and swallowed hard when she looked at the spider again. "I'm not used to such things crawling out of the shadows at any given time..." Straightening her posture she looked at the water on the floor and frowned. "Well... I better finish what I started before I flood the house." She replied with a smirk then turned around and gave him her back. Closing her eyes she sucked in a deep breath and put her hands back in the water, which was ice cold by then. The cold chill rushed throughout her entire body, causing her nipples to tighten and her breath to hitch in her throat. Mariah was trying her best to avoid tension between her and Javier but she struggled each time he was near. She was grateful for the fact he rescued her from her foolish fear of anything with more than two legs, but she also hoped he wouldn't notice her behavior and return back to whatever it was he was doing.

Javier stared at her for a long moment, longing to take his hands and caress that luscious ass of hers, but he resisted, giving his head a shake. He took the spider outside and set it free. He was going to need a cold shower before the day was done!

A low moan of satisfaction filled the empty space inside the bathroom as Mariah slowly rubbed the apex of her thighs. She sat on the tiled floor of the wet shower stall with her legs spread wide and her head tilted back against the ceramic tiles of the wall. Soft noises of pleasure slipped out from between her semi parted lips before she sucked her lower lip into her mouth and bit down hard. She imagined Javier’s dark head between her thighs, his large tanned fingers exploring every intimate inch of her sensitive flesh, causing her body to tremble with the anticipation of his next move. The water got cold long ago and because she wasn’t ready to end her intimate adventure she shut off the water but stayed on the floor inside the shower stall, unaware of how much time had passed from when she first entered the bathroom.