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FRANCISCO
Miami
Brickell Avenue.
Lights dancein front of us, cars moving up and down the avenue.
A short distance away from the evening traffic, sitting on a secondary street, not exactly in a parking spot, we’re doing what we’ve been doing for the past half hour while I glance at the rearview mirror more often than I should.
The engine is running, the AC blowing cold, the woman next to me spread halfway over my lap, her hair draped over my thighs, her head bobbing, her mouth wrapped around my hard meat.
Tight like a coiled spring, I stretch my legs and push back into my seat, keeping an eye on the street while relishing the pleasure.
This has been a long time overdue.
She knows it, and I know it, and my hard-on knows it, moving against her mouth, her lips, her tongue, and the back of her throat.
We’ve been playing this game for the past few hours.
The teasing in the pool couldn’t end up any other way.
Even without Alejandro catching us in the pool, I couldn’t have experienced relief.
And then, we danced around each other in her room. She went back and forth without me giving her any clues while I enjoyed her struggle. It was my struggle too.
But now we’re done.
It’s too much tension, and my muscles are about to snap while my balls are about to bust.
Her fist moves with her head, the wetness coming from her mouth spreading over the root of my erection.
The woman is a firestorm, and we all know it.
I knew it when I touched her for the first time. When she didn’t know… Let me rephrase it… When she knew exactly what was going on but fooled herself that it wasn’t real.
It was so damn real, my balls hurt, wanting her touch.
Our first moment together…That second in the bathroom when I kissed the corner of her lips? Tasted a drop of mango juice and the flavor of her skin?
It was a test she passed with flying colors. I knew who she was at that very moment. I knew it was a matter of time before she’d do it.
And it was. She crossed that line with me that night and every time we met after that.
She came to me without having second thoughts, matching my pace, and knowing exactly what I wanted from her.
That’s the beauty of understanding each other without words.
I found her through sheer luck. Well… Kai found her, but I refuse to think about it much.
There are more women than one inside her, and this is my woman.
Wild, fervent, with her blood simmering, and her skin burning like a tropical paradise at the height of summer. Her mouth not having enough of me.
Her beauty…
Her beauty painted with reverential tenderness and mad passion by a smitten artist.