Page 94 of Wishing for La Luna
I think about our time in the casita and how he made the stars burst behind my eyelids before leaving while I clung to him for dear life.
“If you did a better job, I would still be lying in a puddle somewhere.”
“Yeah? New goal unlocked.”
My eyes go to his lips, and my hand drifts down between my legs, spreading them.
“Que tu haces, Luna?”
I pan the camera down to give him a full view. He sucks in an audible breath. “Coño, me vas a matar.”
I press my middle finger to my clit and rock my hips to rub against it.
“Fuck, baby. I want to be there. You got me so hard.”
I tilt the camera to my face. “Show me. I want to see it.”
His camera moves down his torso, over the panther tattoo on his belly, to the hard-on outlined on the bedsheets.
“Let me see,” I half-beg, half-demand.
He obliges me, uncovering that gorgeous cock, laying fully hard on his stomach. And the flashback is so vivid, so overwhelming, that I can feel it sliding up my walls, digging in, and stretching me.
“Wow. I miss it everywhere, in my pussy, my mouth, even in places I’ve never had it. God help me.” The last sentence comes out hoarse, like a moan, as my fingers circle and press.
“Jesus, Luna.” His hand is firm around his dick, sliding down to the tip and back up to the base.
I press and rub on my pearl, transfixed as he strokes himself to orgasm. I’m desperate for more, so I prop my phone against a cushion and rub my clit and my nipples until I come, and my pussy pulses against my digits.
And we both smile at each other.
“Come see me in Miami this weekend.” His voice is soft and his eyes glassy.
I nod, suddenly craving him more than minutes before. “I’ll be there.Ahora duermete, mi amor. You need to be up early.”
He yawns and nods. “I can’t wait to see you,mi Luna.”
His. I love it when he calls me his.
It’s what I am.
Nothing’s ever going to change that.
“Te amo.”
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Luna
I’m rushing through life today. It’s been nonstop. I overslept and had to take an Uber to work with my suitcase because I’m flying out to Miami right after my workday to meet Rio. And that is what’s making it all palatable.
Work is a three-headed beast today. Since I arrived early this morning, there has been one issue after another. I don’t have an assigned client yet, so they’re having me work on ad hoc projects. I’ve had to write three press releases because the CEO of one of the companies we represent offended their clientele by releasing a statement saying they only cater to certain demographics and their products are not for everyone. All of Elevate has been in a panic since.
A notification comes through on my phone. My boss, Victor, wants to see me in his office immediately. I push to my feet and head to meet him. I knock, and he waves me in while talking on the phone. His square-shaped face is set in a serious expression. His eyes, already too close to each other, but his eyebrows are almost knit together in a frown as he nods and takes notes. Whatever is being said, he doesn’t look pleased.
I’m left to look around his traditional corporate office décor, with gray walls and bookcases behind his matching mahogany desk. Awards and books written by some of the authors we represent line the shelves.
He clears his throat, and my attention is back on him. “Thanks for coming, Luna. You’re doing a great job so far. You hit the ground running like you’ve been working at this level for years. It shouldn’t surprise me. Maeven Tatis speaks highly of you, but in the PR world, we often make our clients sound better than they are. I’m glad this is the exception.”
