Page 74 of Sombra
His eyes lock on mine. He nods. “You are so beautiful, Kim. So beautiful.” And with a thrust, he is in me, and I am one with him. We are joined. We are together, and we are one.
Outside, the windstirs up, causing peaceful, musical wind chimes to peal softly. Inside, in the half-dark of his room, on an olive farm in southern Spain, I am being fucked by a Spaniard with soft skin and hearty eyes. With dark hair that tumbles as he thrusts. With a face that gets even more beautiful and abs that become more defined as he moves.
“Kim,” he grunts. “You are so much more than I ever dreamed.And I’ve of you dreamed a lot.”
I run my fingers up his biceps. He leans down low, his chest close to me, and starts doing this little uptick. I grind down on him, start meeting him with my hips coming up. I open my mouth to talk but can’t say anything. I’m taken on this ride, and I’m overwhelmed in the best way.
We’re dancing in harmony. In unity. We are connected, and it’s gloriousand furious.
“This is what I’ve wanted, Tavo. I’ve wanted it so bad. I’ve wanted this moment with you, so bad.”
“And I with you.”
With him, I’m so open and free, so insanely relaxed. I’m going to come again, I know it. The bar rubs my insides just right, and it’s almost too much to bear. I love his cock in me. I love how he feels. I love the way the ring rubs against me. Hewas built for a woman’s pleasure, formypleasure, for my body. He’s so wonderful to look at, to feel, to be with. To feel inside me. Warm, pulsing, strong, confident, caring. And he keeps going and thrusting and somehow it makes my body come even more alive. I can feel the atoms move. I can feel the electrons swirling around.
I lose sense of my body. I am deconstructed. I don’t care aboutanything but this moment and being with Tavo now, right now while he fucks the hell out of me. I cannot handle this. I almost scramble so he’s more into me. I wrap my arms and legs around him so tight, wanting him to swallow me whole. To make me part of him.
“I’ve never felt more alive,” I whisper.
“Me neither.” My kind, passionate Spaniard knows what he wants and takes it. He isfor me. He is the one for me.
And as my boobs shake, I feel the quickening again, how my body reacts to him, how he’s giving me the pleasure and taking it for himself, how his base rubs my clit just right. How I’m about to—
Come.
I’m falling with no parachute. I’m flying. I’m clutching to him for safety, and he’s holding on to me, looking me deep in the eyes like he’s tryingto get inside me. “Amor,” he grunts out, and comes. So deep. So lost. A release of worlds into me.
I’m going to be deliciously sore in the morning. But it’s so worth it. It’s so worth it to be with him.
His soft skinmoves over his defined muscles as he breathes.I like watching him breathe. I like watching the way the tiny downy hairs point up when he’s sensing something. I like tracing the veins of his forearms and the prominent one down his bicep.
I stretch out on his bed. He’s resting his head on my belly, and I’m playing with his hair. My legs bark with aches, but that’s a small price to pay for what I’ve just experienced with Tavo. A warmbathtub will soothe my legs, but I don’t need to soothe anything else.
I’ve never felt so spent. He’s wrung me out like a wet cloth, and I’m now limp and needing to gather up my power so we can connect again.
Becausehell yesI want to do this again. I want to do this for the rest of my life. I want nothing but Tavo for the rest of my life.
He lifts his head and moves, positioningme on my side so he can cradle me from behind, strong arms holding me to him.
“Amor,” he murmurs into my neck.
I didn’t notice when, but at some point tonight he stopped calling me “guapa” and started calling me “amor.”
Love.
Is this Spanish overstatement again? I don’t care. I know it feels wonderful hearing it in his seductive voice, and I’m so seduced. He can seduceme any time he wants.
Turning over so that we’re nose to nose, I muse, “I had no idea a piercing felt like that.”
I get a mischievous grin in response.
I tuck my head under his chin and keep talking, quietly musing to myself, but letting him in on the thoughts in my head. “You oozed pheromones, though. I couldn’t even deal with one car ride with you.”
“Pheromones? Whatis that?”
God, I love his accent.
My fingers trip up his arm. “You ooze man.”
