Page 24 of Sombra
Assuming she’ll come after I ask her.
She will.
I pull out a glass and get a drink of water, then wash my glass and Antonio’s and set them in the drainboard. My mother taught us well. She bustles after us, but we don’t like to be a burden to her. I do my best to give her one less thing to do.
Unless it has to do with Sonia.
Wiping off my hands,I head off to my casita. My feet take me across the familiar ranch, but I’m viewing it with new eyes. The places where I used to play, where I learned to drive a tractor, where I had my first kiss.
How will I show this to Kim? Will she find it interesting? Will she like it?
For years I’ve wanted to leave this place. Now, for once, it’s attractive to stay.
And thinking aboutthe reason why I want to stay means I’m thinking about our interactions. As we drove, I watched her sleep, her pretty face serene. But then her nose crunched up and she started to make featherlike gasps. Little moans. This is why I want to get her naked. Why I want to map the territory of her body with my fingertips. To join with her in every way I can.
Madre de Dios, she made it difficultto concentrate on driving.
As they say in America, I have the hots for her.
I need her in the way I need a shower right now. Thinking about the shapely, alluring woman in the main house makes fighting my hardness a losing battle. Once inside my casita, I kick off my shoes, unbuckle my belt, and shove off my jeans, taking my shirt off over my head. I put my bracelets down on the wardrobeand pick up my phone. Wearing just black boxer briefs—tented—I reach in the shower and turn on the water. While I’m waiting for it to heat, I stream music on my phone. Oasis. Comfortable older music that reminds me of being a kid. Not someone with the problems of running a family farm.
As the water warms up in the shower, I scroll through my phone and click on Kim’s Instagram account. I’vepulled it up before and it had photo after photo of Starbucks cups.
Gracias a Dios, she posted a brand-new selfie. She’s on the plane holding a blue package of airline peanuts next to her face, pointing at them with a huge, open-mouthed smile.
Those lips.
Those lips that I want covering my cock.
I study the picture, then stare into the mirror and rub myself over myshorts. A long, slow stroke, and another. I groan.
The fabric causes friction against my cock, and it’s too much restriction. It’s time to play. I peel off my underwear and set down my phone.
In a drawer I find my favorite bright pink plastic cock ring, and wrap it around my balls and shaft. It fits me the best and makes me harder than hard, not that I really need help at the moment.But it’s more fun.
And I could use some fun.
The music still plays on my phone. I step into the shower, the curtain of water cascading over my shoulders. And now I really start to stroke myself, feeling the pressure against my dick, the slick wet soap I’m now using as lube.
I want this little American. It feels like she’s always been mine. I want to know what she’d feel likearound my cock. My hand jerks faster and faster, the soap making me so slippery, the veins in my dick popping out. The crown distended. My balls tightening.
I want Kim Brown naked. Under me. Writhing, begging for me.
I want her.
Badly.
My stomach muscles contract, and the tension gears up, gathering strength in my body. I thicken and the cock ring tightens. I love it.I love how it channels the sensation.
The waves come quicker and quicker, my breathing faster and faster. I close my eyes, and all I think of is her. All I think of is her four years of Spanish and her four hours of Spain. Her sweet ass and her bright eyes. Her enthusiasm.
And that goddamn sexiness.
Joder. I come, semen gushing out, pumping into my palm, my cock convulsingin my other hand as I milk out the pleasure. Explode for her.
And I stumble, holding myself up against the wall.
Gasping for air, I double over, my hands on my knees, the water tracing down my spine and between my legs.
