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Fifteen
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In the pale, early morning light, Kim’s pastel, unicorn-colored hair ventures every which way on my bare chest. While her multicolored strands contrast with her natural beauty, the combination makes her even more irresistible, because finallyher outside reflects her bright, cheerful inside. And there’s something about the contrast between her rawness and the polish of the dye that’s interesting and new. I keep staring. I want to capture her on paper. Capture this new part of her that she’s showing to the world.
I’ve lain still for a few minutes, trying not to wake her, but marveling that she’s here. Warm. Naked. Cuddly as akitten—or as my little rabbit. I keep touching her elbow, her knee, her shoulder.
When she finally stirs and lifts her head up, those marbled eyes catch mine, and she gives me a sleepy smile. I nuzzle the top of her head with my nose as she gives me a squeeze.
“Amor.” I clear my throat and try again. “Good morning.”
She yawns and blinks, and her voice is husky with sleep.“I thought this was a dream.”
“No. Not a dream.” Fumbling for the water bottle on the bedside table, I drink some and offer it to her. “Thirsty?”
Moving so she’s off my chest and curled up against my side, she snuggles under my arm. “Thirsty for what?”
“Oh, my insatiable amor.” I chuckle and tighten my arms around her. “Want some water?”
“No. Maybe later.” She tucksback into me and slides her knee up my leg.
The room gets brighter as morning passes and the sun rises higher in the sky. We’ll have to go to school today, but it’s too comfortable to move right now. If we leave, we’ll break the spell. I understand now why people want to bottle up moments forever.
Her fingers walk their way down my arm, and she lightly strokes up and down. For awhile, we just listen to each other breathe, enjoying being together.
The barriers between us have broken down, and it’s absolutely exquisite. My thoughts and musings stay in this room, loving this moment and reveling in our closeness at last. We’re more connected than we’ve ever been.
After a while, when she finally talks, her voice stays in a whisper, keeping the quiet, sensualmorning just for us. “I feel so right in your arms.” Kim drops an open-mouthed kiss on my shoulder, which makes my very tired dick pay attention. There’s no way I’d complain about the very best way of exhausting my body, though.
“I agree. When I first met you, I thought you’d been handcrafted by God to my particular specifications and delivered just to me.”
“You did?”
“I did.It’s like I ordered you online, custom-made.”
Her arms tighten around me and now she kisses my lips. The kiss turns wetter, deeper, and soon she’s on top and straddling me again.
“What are you thinking about, conejo?”
Catching sight of her hair across her face, she plays with a tendril. “I never, not in a hundred years, thought I’d ever dye my hair. My dad always praised ‘thenatural look.’ But this feels like it’s me. I’m expressing myself. I absolutely love it!”
Taking another strand, I poke at her cheek with it and lightly kiss her mouth. The view of her straddling me with those perfect breasts and pearlescent skin and candy-colored hair is a vision from a comic book of my life. “I love it, too.”
She wiggles on top of me. “I’m thinking about piercingthings.”
I raise an eyebrow and brush her sides with my palms, enjoying her shimmery, soft skin. “Which things.”
Her eyes look around the room. She shrugs. “I don’t know, but it might be fun. I want to think about it. Maybe my nose. Or a nipple. I don’t have to do it, but even allowing myself to think about it feels naughty. It’s something I’ve never considered before.”
Unableto help myself, my hand makes its way to her plush, heavy breast and her nipple. “Joder. If this were pierced …” She has to feel my dick lengthening behind her, poking her ass.
She leans into my hand. My other hand plays with her other breast, now feeling her up on both sides. Sliding down my body, she lowers herself so she’s laying on top of me, and she kisses me. My hands, needing totouch her, now cup her glorious culo, wanting yet again to get inside her.
Against my jaw, she’s still talking. “I could get a tattoo. What do you think of that?”
“I think you should do what you like. It’s none of my business,” I say.
Her eyes fly open, and she sits up a little, then nods vigorously. “You’re right. And I love that you say that. I guess I always want to pleasesomeone else. And I want you to be pleased.”
