Kiss Me, Mi Amor Quotes

“Admittedly, she had recently started to question her father's rules. Her independence and education had afforded her the ability to think for herself and question old principles. And lately, she couldn't help being more combative with her papá. She wanted to challenge his ideologies and stop him from treating his wife and daughters as his property.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“I'll be your fake boyfriend whether you kiss me or not."
His hand grazed the small of her back, the tension between them almost magnetic as he continued, "But I hope you will."
She licked her lower lip, and her breath faltered. "You're not wrong. I like you. You're kind. And you're weirdly sweet. And..." Her gaze fixed on his mouth, then flicked back to his eyes. "You have amazing lips."
"So do you," he replied, and stroked a lock of her hair off her face.
He grinned and leaned into her. "Kiss me, mi amor.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“His lips were sweet and gentle. As their mouths moved softly against each other, her heart swelled. Oh, this... this was divine.
His tongue gently pushed against her lips as if it wanted to gain entry. She had assumed that this would've been a quick, obligatory lips-only kiss, but she was pleasantly surprised she was wrong. She wanted more, more of him, more of his heat. She opened her mouth for him, and damn. He tasted like the rum from the ponche, and he smelled like freshly chopped firewood. Adrenaline pulsed through her body as he explored her mouth and pressed his hard body against her soft one.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“Make love to me."
He laced his fingers with hers and rocked slowly in and out. Pleasure replaced the pain as they moved together, finding their own lovely rhythm.
She loved this. Not just the sex, but the intimacy. Having him on top of her. This special dance they engaged in that was just between them.
He looked into her eyes. "You're incredible."
And now they belonged to each other.
His pace quickened and she let herself go. Her joy came in waves, like it had earlier, but this time it was different.
She was lost in this moment, lost in Enrique.
How could anything feel so amazing?
Her heart beat so loudly, she was certain he could hear it. Blood coursed through her body; she was on fire as he rubbed her clit. Pleasure prickled through her veins. Over and over again.
"Come on, baby. Don't stop!" he said.
She didn't want to stop. She wanted to feel this great every day for the rest of her life. He was like a drug, and she was addicted.
He gazed deep into her eyes. Her body throbbed as she cried out.
Her thighs quivered as he pressed closer. Finally, she broke into a million pieces. "Enrique!”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“His hands dropped down to her thighs. He kissed her belly, and then blew kisses in between her legs. She experienced nothing but pleasure as he made her body sing.
He licked her like he had the other night, and she gasped. She clutched his hair. He touched her bud and stroked her. It felt amazing, and she wanted him to lick her forever, but she didn't know if she was being selfish. She hadn't done anything to pleasure him.
She sat up and pulled him next to her. "You don't have to do that again. We can just have sex. Or I can try to do it to you, though I don't know how to."
"Babe, sex isn't just about penetration. I want to please you. I love this. You taste so damn sweet. I want you to enjoy yourself and do anything that feels good. I want you to come in my mouth again."
"Enrique!" she gasped, her cheeks turning red as she was laughing. She had never talked freely about sex. And she loved how open he was being with her.
He smiled. "You're mine now. And I think you're sexy as hell. I'm going to tell you every chance I get--- how much I want you, how badly I wanted to touch you from the second I saw you. How you have the most incredible plump ass. How much I want to eat your pussy."
She exhaled. "I've never seen myself as sexy or attractive. But you... you're a god." She rubbed her hand down his abs and stroked his cock. "I've fantasized about this since I met you."
He grinned and kissed her neck. "I can pretty much guarantee not as much as I have. Now relax, babe."
He kissed her back down to her belly, and in between her thighs. Sweet heat. He licked her pussy and her breath quickened. Her moans came rapidly. He rubbed her nipples with his free hand as she clutched the sheets, writhing against his tongue. She looked down at Enrique, who was settled between her legs, lapping at her as if she were his oasis in the middle of the fields.
She took a deep breath and did exactly as he said.
Relax.
As she loosened up, pressure built between her legs and waves of pleasure washed over her. Her chest heaved. "Enrique. That feels really good."
He grinned. "I'm going to make you feel even better."
He rubbed her clit. She felt as if she was going to explode.
"That's it, baby. Come for me."
Carolina closed her eyes and let go. The intensity pulsed through her as her body shook and ecstasy took over. "Ah, Enrique!”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“Time to feast.
Enrique grasped her waist and planted kisses in between her thighs. Then he slowly licked her, savoring her sweet taste. He licked and licked again, picking the pace. She was quiet at first, then her hand dropped and rubbed the back of his head.
"Ay, Enrique. Wow."
He licked her sweet clit as she came alive under his mouth. Her body trembled, and he'd never seen anything sexier in his life than watching her above him.
Her breath came more rapidly, and her chest began to heave. She was so fucking hot, and she tasted like sweet sex. The fact that she had never been with anyone but him, that no one had ever made her moan, drove Enrique wild. This was his woman and only his woman.
What if he was the only man to ever touch her? Ever?
He pushed that thought out of his head.
"That's my girl."
Enrique pressed his finger into her beautiful pussy. It was so damn tight. He couldn't wait to feel her clench around his cock. But for now, he just wanted to make her come.
He sucked on her clit as he worked her pussy. He could sense that she was close, but he was in no rush. He could eat her all night.
Her thighs trembled and Enrique pressed his tongue flat against her.
"Ay, Dios mío!"
She came all over his face, and he lapped up her juices. After catching her breath, a gorgeous smile graced her face as he pulled back, loving the beautiful sight in front of him.
"You're right. I loved it.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“The bass from the music vibrated into the floor. Carolina came alive with the movement. She swayed back and forth, swinging her hips and twirling in his arms. Enrique grabbed her by the waist and spun her around a few times. She placed her hand on his chest, which sent a jolt through his body.
She was so damn sexy. His hand lowered to her incredible ass.
Enrique leaned in and kissed her on the neck. "You're so hot, babe."
She grinned and tossed back her hair in a quick dip before he swept her close again. Enrique imagined she would look just like this in bed--- carefree, passionate, and wild.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“Carolina walked over to the private deck and turned on the Jacuzzi, the bubbles starting to bounce in the water.
Enrique followed her and brushed his hand through the water. "That looks nice, but I don't have a swimsuit."
"Neither do I," she said with a smile. She held his gaze as her sundress fell to her toes. She was standing there in nothing but the new bra and panties and heels he'd purchased at the store. The yellow lace barely covered her nipples, and the thong accentuated her perfect ass.
Enrique wanted to fuck her against the hot tub until she screamed his name. But again, he reminded himself that he needed to go slow.
"You sure? I can run down to the gift shop and buy us swimsuits."
She shook her head. "No, Enrique. I just don't want to hold back anymore, I want you." She unhooked her bra and took off her panties, revealing dark curls between her legs. The sight of this beautiful naked woman caused his cock to spring to attention.
She carefully slipped out of her shoes, stepped into the tub, and sat down.
He'd assumed she would be shy, but apparently that girl was gone.
Well then! Enrique stripped down, his cock at full attention. Her mouth opened at the sight of his naked body. He grinned and then slipped into the bubbles and sat next to her.
Enrique was about to kiss her when she straddled his thighs.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked.
She kissed him. "I'm sure."
"Carolina... you're so beautiful."
He kissed her neck, and she tossed back her hair. His cock was pressed up against her soft belly. He so desperately wanted to be inside of her.
Her hands rubbed all over his body, and she hesitantly touched his throbbing cock underwater. Her delicate fingers felt incredible with the current from the jets.
Her nipples were glistening from the water, and he sucked on one. She moaned as he touched her pussy, sliding a finger inside of her while thumbing her clit. God, she was tight.
"Enrique. That feels so good."
He smirked. "You haven't seen anything yet." He lifted her to sit on the edge of the tub, spreading her legs as he knelt on the seat inside.
She shook her head and closed her legs. "Oh, I don't know if I'll like that."
He laughed. "Yeah, you will."
She bit her lower lip. "Do you like doing it?"
"Babe, I've been dying to eat your pussy since I met you."
Her jaw dropped and her cheeks seemed redder, but maybe that was from the heat of the spa. "Enrique! That mouth!"
He grinned. "My dirty mouth speaks the truth. Now spread your legs and relax."
She cautiously opened her legs.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“On her final night before she returned home, Carolina cuddled on the sofa with one of Tía Luísa's dogs. Carolina loved the black mutt. His name was Siete and he had severe separation anxiety, but he always wanted to be near her.
This freedom was what she wanted. What she needed.
And she was going to get it.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“Carolina Flores took a sip of her sandía agua fresca on her porch and looked out across the scenic landscape of her lush farm, mesmerized by the clear blue sky overhead, the rows of colorful Swiss chard lined up like little soldiers, and the fields of red onions, ripe for picking. It wasn't strawberry season yet, her favorite, but she loved the calm of the winter months. A cool coastal breeze wafted the fragrant scent of garlic through the air, and Carolina marveled at the contrast between the snowcapped Santa Ynez Mountains in the distance and the food growing on the land.
Mi tierra.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“A couple of cats lounged in the window cuddled up next to a fluffy white dog. Out back, there was a tiny Chihuahua sunbathing with some black mutt.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“When Enrique had realized that Carolina might not be going home for Christmas Eve, he had snuck away to the gift shop in Carmel to get her a present. There hadn't been too many options, but he purchased a pretty butterfly necklace with matching earrings.
Once they were alone in the room, he took out the small wrapped box.
Her eyes lit up. "Enrique! You didn't have to get me anything."
He grinned. "I know. But I wanted to. Open it."
She carefully unwrapped the box. "Oh, mariposas! I love these. Gracias."
"You know, the butterfly represents rebirth. Carolina, you can do anything. I know you are struggling with what is going on with your family, but I want you to know that you are amazing, and I believe in you.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“Carolina took a sip. Wow. This ponche was unlike any she'd ever had, and she considered herself a ponche snob.
"This is so good! It has a tart taste I'm not familiar with. What's in it?"
Julieta grinned. "Oh, I use tejocotes. They are simultaneously sweet and sour. Super hard to find, but I discovered an orchard in Julian that supplies them for me. I brought them up for the holiday."
Carolina liked this woman already. Tejocotes were a small stone fruit that tasted a bit sour, kind of like a guava-laced bitter apple. She loved the colors of them--- they could be variegated shades of orange, yellow, or red.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“I'm going to take a shower, too." She dashed into the bathroom, where his sandalwood scent still lingered. She took off her clothes and stepped into the steamy shower, the very place where Enrique had been naked just a few minutes prior. As she rubbed the vanilla-fragranced bath gel all over her body, she studied her curves.
She had always believed that her body was built for hard work, though her parents believed its purpose was to someday have kids.
But another thought passed through her head.
It was also built for pleasure. Despite what she had been taught by the Church, she truly believed that making herself and her partner feel good wasn't a sin.
She rubbed her nipples, and they hardened. The thought of Enrique kissing or even sucking on them sent heat between her legs. What would that feel like? Would she grip his hair, twist it between her fingers as he brought her to the brink of pleasure? Would his hardness throb against her stomach? Her hand dropped between her thighs, in between her warm folds. She imagined his tongue licking her.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“She emerged from the room.
Enrique's eyes traveled seductively all over her body. "Wow."
He motioned for her to turn.
She twirled around, and even added a little dance kick. She felt like a princess.
He pulled her close and kissed her. "You're a smokeshow, Carolina."
She hadn't heard that term before. She didn't understand his SoCal surfer boy slang, and he couldn't comprehend her Spanish. But they shared one language that needed no translating.
Amor.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“She pointed to a sundress with bright yellow lemons on it. "That's cute. I love lemons." Ay, Dios mio! Carolina cringed. She sounded like a fool. It was like Baby's "I carried a watermelon" line in Dirty Dancing. Why was she so awkward?
"You'd look stunning in that." Enrique signaled to a woman who worked there.
A saleswoman walked over to them from the back of the shop. She quickly and professionally assessed Carolina's body and then picked one of the bright dresses off the rack. "This should fit you. Shall I put it in a room for you, miss?"
"Sure." Carolina followed her right to the dressing room. The dark hair on her arms stood at full attention and her heart raced. Nerves and anticipation swirled through her--- this whole day seemed like a fantasy, but it was tough for her to just live in the moment.
She undressed and slipped the dress over her head. The soft fabric caressed her body, accentuating her curves. She stared at her figure in the mirror. She looked... sexy. Carolina had never seen herself as sensual, but in this dress, in the soft, warm glow of the dressing room lights, she was a knockout.
The saleswoman had also placed some bright red pumps in the room. Carolina loved high heels and never had a problem walking in them, because she had spent so many years dancing with the Ballet Folklórico. Carolina's eyes practically bugged out of her head when she saw their bottoms, and she stroked the red soles--- they were Louboutins, an identifying detail she knew about from Blanca's endless fashion magazines. Blanca dreamed of owning a pair one day. She would be so jealous. Luckily, they were the same size, so Carolina would let Blanca borrow them.
There was only one problem with Carolina's outfit--- her underwear didn't work with the dress. Her broad, wide bra elastics showed under the thin spaghetti straps, and her panties were too dark.
She leaned out of the curtain. "Ma'am."
The saleslady walked back over to her. "Can I get you something else?"
"Yes. A bra and some panties." Carolina told the lady her sizes, and the lady went around the corner, returning later with an adorable matching yellow lace bra and thong.
A thong.
Her face crinkled. "Do you have anything with, uh, fuller coverage?"
"Of course, dear. But not in the yellow. Do you want to match the bra?"
Carolina did want to match the bra. It was such a cute set. She exhaled, stepping out of her comfort zone and into the lingerie.
She again looked at herself in the mirror. She practically couldn't recognize herself--- a gorgeous young woman on a romantic day trip with a man whom she really liked.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“Mamá. I have spent my entire life doing what is right. I went to church every Sunday, I worked in the fields, I got straight A's in school, I went to college and commuted home to save on bills and preserve my reputation, and I even raised enough money to buy the farm so I could take care of the family. But now, I want some freedom because I've earned it. I don't want to be courted and married to some man I don't even know if I'm compatible with. I don't even know if I want to get married. Ever. It's fine if Blanca feels comfortable preserving this tradition--- but I don't. Not even if it makes you happy."
Mamá's eyes bugged, and she yelled at her eldest daughter. "You will not disrespect me in my house!"
Carolina laughed. "Well, it's my house, actually. But that's fine. I don't need it."
Blanca's jaw dropped. "Cari! Stop."
"No. I should've done this years ago." Carolina turned and walked toward the living room.
"Carolina! Get back here at once!" her mom called out, but she didn't respond.
Enrique was sitting at the dining room table, wringing his hands, his forehead wrinkled, his fists clenched.
Her father had him cornered. "So, Enrique, do you see yourself married in the next year?"
Being interrogated by Papá was something Carolina wouldn't wish on her worst enemy.
"Enrique, let's go."
Enrique's brows raised as he stood. "Where?"
Carolina looked at her father, then back to Enrique, then back to her father. She had created this fake relationship as a ruse to keep her family happy. What she was about to do would instead possibly tear them apart--- but it had to be done. Enrique had made her want things she hadn't really wanted with another man before.
There was no going back. The time was now.
"Out on a real date.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“He took her hand out of gentlemanly habit, and they walked out of her driveway and started their stroll in a row of garlic, the pungent scent filling the air. Grape vines contrasted with nascent strawberry plants, which would probably be ready to harvest this spring. This farm was massive.
Normally, Enrique loved staring out at the ocean from his home in La Jolla, but the view of all these plants as far as his eyes could see almost seemed better. The round artichoke globes reminded him of the undulating waves in the ocean. Wind blew the leaves of the garlic plants, which varied in size.
And all this magnificent greenery fed people throughout California.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“No matter how many times he tried to look away, Enrique couldn't stop staring at Carolina.
Her long black hair was curled, wisps of it framing her face. A few loose strands rested on her breasts. Her bright green dress showed off an incredible body. Her waist was tiny, and her hips were wide--- a perfect knockout hourglass figure. But most importantly, she was strong. Her body was crafted from hard labor. It was insanely erotic. So many women in San Diego were too skinny and had so much filler that they all looked like they were airbrushed, but Carolina was a natural beauty.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“She was made up as if she would be dancing Ballet Folklórico, but the free hair was a game changer. Instead of a tight knot on the crown of her head, her hair cascaded down her back. Who knew she had so much volume?
"Gracias, Mamá."
Mamá embraced her and then went to the kitchen.
Carolina put on her clothes, a modest green dress--- formfitting and flattering. The soft fabric caressed her skin instead of scratching it.
Gone were the dirty pants and muddy shoes. She felt beautiful, a feeling she wasn't used to experiencing.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“Just promise me one thing--- don't tell him I dumped you because you can't cook. I refuse to feed into more of his ridiculous ideas about women. Deal?"
Swoon. His words were even better than a kiss. He was so dreamy. And progressive. Nothing like the guys she knew around here. "Deal.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“She'd like that kiss. Actually, she'd loved the kiss. She wanted to kiss him again and again. She wanted him to want to kiss her back.
And not just her lips. She would let Enrique kiss her neck, sprinkling even more kisses on her breasts, and maybe even down her body, in between her legs. A shiver passed over her.
Yes, she was a virgin, but it wasn't exactly by choice. She most certainly was not saving herself for marriage, an institute she had no desire to partake in. Her virginity was not a prize for a future husband.
Maybe she wanted to have sex. Hell, a lot of sex.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor

“Please call me Enrique. When you say Señor Montez, I think of my dad."
"I'll call you Joseph tomorrow."
Enrique raised his eyebrow at her. "Oh yeah? What will you call me on Wednesday?"
She licked her lower lip. "Nothing. Because after Las Posadas ends, I'll never lay eyes on you again."
Enrique laughed. He reached out his hand to her, and she offered it up in a shake, but he flipped the script and kissed it. "We'll see about that. Good night, mi amor."
She glared at him. "Mi amor?"
His hand grazed hers. "Yeah. You're my wife, right?"
"For one night only. And then I'll never be anyone's wife again.”
― Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor