Page 71 of Sombra
Fourteen
Kim - This is man
We don’t even make it back to the car.
After exiting to the cobblestone street below Dani’s apartment, Tavo grips me by the hand and pulls me to an alcove at the entrance of a now-darkened shoe shop. We’re escaping to the shadows whereno one can find us.
Tiny Euro cars park along the sidewalk of the deserted street. A single street lamp burns at each end of the block, but here in the middle we’re obscured. Television noises and laughter and music sound from wrought-iron balconies above us. We’re hidden.
But even in the murky blackness, I can see the fire in his eyes, a fire I’ve seen before. When he sang. Whenhe walked me in the orchard. When he first met me. Although it’s even more intense now, I’m not scared. I’m thrilled and so turned on.
He backs me to the wall and leans in. At first, we’re fumbling in the dark until his soft lips find mine.
And we split the night with our kiss.
I kiss him because I want to. Because I don’t want to listen to anyone telling me I can’t. BecauseI need him. He is the missing piece to my puzzle, the final clue to my mystery. As I kiss him, I shut out my obligations. I shut out my duty. I shut out my family.
We’ve kissed before, but this one is different. This one, after our talk in the Alcazar, is more open to each other. A communion. We’re breaking free from the faces we’ve shown to each other and are now connecting even deeper.We know too much about each other. He’s exploring my lips like he can’t get enough. My face like it’s his to own.
My hands? In his hair. My body? As close to him as I can get. My breath? On his, and his on mine. My tongue dances flamenco with his. Sevillanas, tango, cha-cha. A dance of devotion, which becomes frenzied. I kiss him back like no one knows I’m kissing him.
No one does.It’s my little secret.
His hand, his rough, work-worn hand cradles my ass over my skirt like it’s a rare fruit, something that needs to be treated delicately. He hikes up my skirt and slides down into my panties. I’m so lost in him I don’t even care that we’re in public. I’m swollen with blood and lust and longing. I welcome his fingers inside me greedily. I want him in me. I want him doingwhat he’s doing. I want him making me whimper.
He captures my whimper with more kissing. I cant my hips toward him, as he circles my clit with his thumb and does a come hither motion inside me with his middle and ring fingers, rubbing the rough part inside. I’m running fast into the wind. I’m jumping off a cliff in the dark.
My world shrinks down to one thing—the way Tavo feels againstand inside and next to my body. To Tavo. All solid man and wanton carnality. I’m straining against his fingers. I’ve been so wound up for him for so long, I’m gone now. I don’t know where I go, but I come.Hard. Wetter than I’ve ever been, faster than I’ve ever come before, I release. His hands hold me up as I wail in his mouth, and my body quakes like I’m possessed.
This is the holy orgasmI needed when I first got here.Finally.
He brings me down gently. His fingers still move in me, letting the waves crest and calm on his fingers.
“Next time I do that to you, I do it with my tongue,amor,” he growls.
I should be sated, but I’m not. I’m crazed. I run my hand inside his shirt and feel his satiny skin—his muscular, lean, insanely strong back that can do moregrueling work in a day than most humans. And he’s tense. While his ramrod cock strains in his jeans and butts against my bare leg, his veins pop on his neck and forearms. I slip my hand down the back of his pants and pinch his butt cheek.
In response, he locks eyes on me and sucks his finger, the one that was just in my panties. With satisfaction, he closes his eyes.
“Dios, Kim.You taste amazing.”
We’re looking both ways to see if anyone comes by. No one does. But it’s like making out in Grand Central Station—someone could stroll by at any time of night, even though we’re off in an alcove. We need to go before someone finds us.
But I’m not letting him go before he gets some too.
“Kim,” he whispers, “we need to—”
I fall to my knees, undoinghis solid, Spanish leather belt. He grunts as I unzip him and feel his cock over his underwear. It must be perfect. Not porn star huge, but plenty big. My interior muscles clench and want more.
As I slide my hand inside his waistband and pull down, I see something metal on his crown.
He’s pierced.
There is a stainless steel barbell going through his dick at the tip.
O-M-G.
I stumble back. How much did that hurt? And it’s fucking awesome.
