Page 92 of Wishing for La Luna
“Zzzzzzao.”
“Con Rio,” he croons.
They go through the whole song, and then when Rio goes to do his verse, he walks to me, and we flirt as he sings like we did in his video. Then he goes through the lyrics.
They call her sosa
Envidiosas cause they know que es especial.
She’s diva
Una fiera
Beautiful, Intelectual
Flat belly, pretty lips y las tetas natural
Cuarto bate, like Judge
Bringing every player home
She’s the one to watch, the triple threat
With an ass so epic that it breaks the internet
And everyone goes, “Ooooohhhhhh.”
The whole verse is about me, a response to Perla’s and Noryel’s song.
We have to do the same scene a couple of times so I can stop laughing. At the end, Zao comes to stand by me, and he asks,“¿Y como es, Luna?”
As rehearsed, I shrug and go, “Oops,” like I did in the video in my bedroom.
After the recording, we go to dinner with Zao, and they catch up while we meet his girlfriend and her friends.
We head back to Rio’s. The ride is long, and we are all sleepy. But once we get home, we go to the beach outside his house. It’s something we talked about doing before everyone fell asleep on the ride back. I’m on Rio’s back, and Sel is on Tito’s, and we talk about the next time we’ll come here.
We chat and play around for a bit, and then Sel whispers something in Tito’s ear, and soon they head back to the main house.
We stay behind, under the stars, and he switches me so we are now face to face with my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck.
“We are finally alone.” His hands tighten on my back, and our lips come together in a carnal way that was inevitable but I’ve been craving all day. “I haven’t had you to myself all day.”
“You got me,” I say, moving against him.
My head drifts back into the water so I stare at the sky as he kisses his way down my neck. A wave splashes us in the face, and we laugh.
“Let’s take this inside.” He guides me upstairs to his room inside the big house, and we trickle water across the balcony but go into the bathroom to use the shower. We don’t make it there.
We find ourselves in front of the sink, like the first day we got here, but I’m not putting on pretend makeup. I’m pressed against him as he frees my tits from my bathing suit top and rubs them while kissing my ear.
“Mirate lo bella que estas. All tanned and wet. Your skin tastes like salt. I’m going to lick every inch of it.” His hand sneaks between my legs. “Si, so fucking wet.”
He kisses the back of my neck, sending a thousand chills over my body. His mouth slides over my spine and down my back. I close my eyes as he slides my panties down to the floor.
“Open your eyes, Luna. I want you to see.”
He bends me over the bathroom counter. I almost jump as his tongue slides over my lower back, through the cleft, and parts my cheeks with his hands. My eyes fly open as he licks a trail to my pussy from behind. He kneels, and I tilt my ass up, and he dives in, licking and sucking me until my legs begin to tremble.
