Chapter 19
Rio
My heart is in my throat. That’s not what I was going to say.
The words echo over the drumming of the rain on the roof. I could try to pretend that I got caught in the moment, but it feels right. This whole thing feels right.
And I want to be here with her in the place that means the most to me. I want her body here. I want her. I love her. The feeling is so strong it almost strangles me, and I step back, staring into her eyes.
Without missing a beat, she reaches for the hem of her tank top and flips it over her head.
My eyes dip to her tits encased in a lace bra—just the way I like.
I can still feel them in my mouth from the effects of the video shoot in my mouth.
She shifts her hand, trailing her fingers over them.
My dick is so impossibly hard, but I keep perusing down her body, and her hands follow my gaze over the plane of her belly to the button of her jeans.
She undoes it and pushes them down past her knees, bending over, with her ass in the air.
“Fuck,” I groan.
She slides her panties off next and stands in front of me just in her bra, and it’s almost perfect, except for her hair. With one look, Luna reaches up and removes the hair tie, flinging it on top of her clothes.
Her thick curls tumble on her shoulders, her lips parted with want, the thirst in her eyes growing, and her skin glistening. I just stand there, taking a mental photo. I want to hold her in my memory like this.
Then she sits on the bed, pushing back until she’s in the middle, and runs her hand down her chest, over her torso, between her legs, and reaches out to me.
I kick my shoes off, take her hand, and climb on the bed.
The room smells like her, that sweet and tangy fragrance that has imprinted on my nose.
I put my knee on the bed and beeline for her pussy with an open mouth and a grateful heart.
Because I get to be the one to sucks and fucks her.
When my lips touch her folds, she rocks forward, seeking closeness.
I flick my tongue against her, and she grabs my hair with both hands.
I swirl my tongue, and she presses my head down, holding me in place and rocking her hips, fucking herself against my mouth. I grind against the mattress, emulating her rhythm, needing the friction.
Her breath grows as loud as the rain and every swipe of my tongue. When her thighs start to tremble against my hand, I hold her wrists in my hands and yank them off my head.
I want to be buried inside her when she comes.
I pull back and yank my t-shirt over my head.
Her trembling hands try to help me remove my jeans, but I take over and undo them, pushing them and my boxers past my hips.
My cock springs out. She licks and bites her lips, flooding me with urgency and I’m ready to explode.
I don’t even finish kicking off my jeans. I hook my hands under her knees and pull her closer so her legs are on either side of me, and I spread her. But as I lower myself, I pause.
I don’t have a condom. My mouth falls open because I’ll die if we have to stop now.
“We’re good. I’m on birth control.” She’s breathless, her tone colored with the same urgency flowing through me.
And I push through her tight heat tunnel, which sends me into a desperate state. I lift her hips, sit back on my knees, and thrust over and over until her head drifts back into the pillow. I’m pounding into her while studying her reactions, letting her body speak to me.
She squeezes her tits, dipping into her bra to fan one nipple with her digits.
My mouth should there, so I lean forward and lower the bra on her other tit.
When her nipple springs out, I flick it with my flat tongue.
She presses it into my mouth, and I suck it, recreating the pressure that sent her over the edge last time.
I’m at the perfect angle to give her what she wants and pound her with my cock.
I’ve got my rhythm going, and as much as the pressure builds, I can’t let go.
Her nails dig into my shoulder. A guttural scream falls from her throat.
It’s primal, forcing my gaze to her as she falls back against the mattress.
Her body goes still as her pussy contracts at a maddening speed, like she’s begging for my cum.
That makes me thrust her faster, like I’m losing my mind and all my faculties until a shudder tears through and I explode too, and now I’m the one pulsing into her, giving her every last drop of me.
I lift my head, and she smiles a little.
“Ven,” she says, pulling me closer and kissing my lips when I’m on top. “Let go. Let me feel your weight.”
My heart goes insane as it pounds in my ears. Her fingers trail circles on my back. And we stay connected until I’m spent and my heart evens out.
I go grab her a wet towel, and Jesus, I’m never going to forget how she looks naked, spread out, with my seed smeared on her pussy.
I drop the towel in the bathroom hamper and come back to bed. Her eyes are glossy.
“The rain is so loud, like a storm.”
I drag her against me, and she leans on my shoulder, with her hand on my belly, and falls asleep.
My body begins to follow her, but I’m afraid to close my eyes because I’m at peace and sated like I haven’t been in years.
It’s all because of her. Because I love her.
And love is the door to losing someone.
* * *
Rio
I shower and put on the fresh clothes Tia left me on the chair.
Luna is still out. Sound asleep like a lion after the hunt.
Mane for days, beautiful, savage, lying on my bed.
It’s scary how many emotions flow through me.
I want to climb into bed with her, but I need a few minutes, or I’ll end up waking her up by putting my mouth all over her.
I grab the notepad from my drawer and sit on the armchair, staring at the rain falling. It’s always like this. It rains as if it will never stop, and then the sun comes out. I’m relaxed. My heart is at peace. I even slept for a bit. But my mind is a battlefield, and scars are beginning to show.
I put my mark on you.
Etched and sketched on your skin
Drew imagenes de placer
Y luego les dí vida con mi pincel.
Eres la santa en mi escapulario
Y me he convertido en tu mas fiel devoto.
I worship at the altar
Of your face, your mouth, your nalgas, tu toto.
But you’re more
You’re the storm and the storm master
A word from your mouth calms the waters
A look from your eyes makes my body rage again.
Me muero de miedo
No se que vas a hacer conmigo
Nunca te conviertas en cruel
And leave me without sin tu Abrigo.
Encontrarte no ha sido facil, Mami.
Y me asusta pensar que no te pueda tener.
Pero eres mia
No te suelto sin pelea.
You know who it is.
Still waters run deep
Rio.
I stare at my words, contemplating as I always do when I write, and shit, I got a lot of feelings.
The rap at the door is soft and barely there. I close the notepad and place it on the coffee table next to the flowers, then rush to the door so whoever it is doesn’t knock again and wake Luna up. I open the door to Tito.
My cousin stands under the rain with a tray of food in his hand. “Mami sent this. She wanted me to get you, but I told her you’re probably staying here.
I nod, ignoring the knowing smile lingering in the corner of his mouth.
“?Y Luna?”
“Sleeping. Hold on.” I take the food and place it on the table, then step out, closing the door behind me. “Where’s Sel?”
“With my moms.”
“Be careful with her, Tito. She’s not a groupie.”
He grows serious. “I know. Me and Sel know what’s up. Do you?”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“You brought Luna to this house. The two of you are…chillin’, but if she’s in there…”—he points to the inside of the house—“it’s more than that.”
I stare him down, not in the mood to be analyzed. “What are you, my therapist?”
“No me comas tampoco,” he says, raising his hands.
I shake my head. It’s not his fault I’m feeling some kind of way, and though I am thinking I’m getting too deep, I want to get back in the room and be alone with Luna.
I sigh. “Nah, bro. I’m still tired.”
“She’s good for you. You’re smiling again—and not because you’re fucking drunk or high. I haven’t seen you like that…”
He trails off because he was there. He knows.
“Since before Mami got sick.”
He blinks a couple of times and then nods. We haven’t talked about her since the day I buried her. Tito was the one who dragged me from the graveside and brought me here. He and Tia sat on the chairs and watched over me for days.
“She’s special because you brought her here. Did you tell her what that means?”
I shake my head. “I don’t even know what it means yet.”
And my face heats up because I’m lying to the best friend I have in the world.
But I can’t tell him that I love her. I’m not ready to tell him that she fits in there like she belongs.
Because right now we’re hot for each other, but how long is that going to last?
How long until I say or do the wrong thing, and she walks away?
How long until my pain is too much for her to bear? Like Perla.
Tito makes me look away with the all-too-knowing smile playing on his face. You can’t lie to the people who know you best.
I’m about to tell him to fuck off when footsteps approach, and we both watch Sel make her way with two cell phones in her hand and a bag on her shoulder. She’s in her bathing suit top, and Tito’s eyes bounce along with her curves. He smirks in the same way I do when Luna is near.
“You were saying?”
He doesn’t even bother to take his gaze off her. “Not the same.”
I chuckle. “You should see your face.”
“Shut up.”
Sel reaches us, rolls her eyes at him, and looks at me. “?Y Luna?”
I put my hand to my cheek in the universal sign for sleep.
Sel smiles like Tito did a few minutes ago. “You put her to bed, huh?”
I gape at her.
“She’s like a guy, I swear,” Tito tells me.
“But with all the right parts, right?” She puts her hand on her waist. “Anyway, your mom is mad because you’re taking too long. She asked me to bring Luna’s bag and your phones. And we need to hurry back so we can eat.”
She hands me all of it.
“You’re getting in good with the suegra,” I tease.
“I love her. She’s a savage, like my mom.
But he doesn’t want anything permanent with me,” she says, looking at Tito.
“I’m not Luna. I’ll chop your balls off and feed them to you and your homeboys for sport.
Anyway, Maeven wants Luna to call her when she has a chance. Doesn’t need to be right away.”
“What’s going on?”
“Her favorite family is back jodiendo. I’m telling you, no one fucks with my cousin.
I wouldn’t hit the elderly because my mom raised me better.
But Adina’s gonna catch a fade. She doesn’t know it, but she got a date with these hands.
” She flexes her fingers. “Go make Luna smile. She’s been through it.
” With that, she turns around and shoots over her shoulder at Tito, “Hurry up, your mother is waiting.”
“She said so much in one breath.”
“Esa es una sicopata terrorista,” he says, watching her walk away. “Shit, maybe I’m in love too.”
I laugh. “You better go. I don’t think she’s playing. Let’s take them out on the town and to the beach tomorrow.”
He nods and runs to catch up to her. I go inside and place the food on the table. Then I walk into the room as Luna steps out of the bathroom, her hair dripping, and wrapped in a white towel around her body.
I know my mouth is slightly open, but I can’t seem to close it.
“Did I hear Sel?”
“Um. Yeah. She came to bring your bag and our phones. Tito brought the food. You hungry?”
“Yup.” But she drops the towel and crosses her room barefoot and naked. “But it can wait. I woke up alone, and I was planning something.”
My dick springs in my pants, and I drop her bag on the side and throw the phones on the chair next to me. “It’s not too late. Dime.”
She moves to the foot of the bed. “I almost got myself off in the bathroom.”
“That would have been cruel. I want to be the one to get you off every single time.”
“Apágame el fuego entonces.”
Put out my fire. Jesus.
I pull off my shirt and pants and sit against the headboard. “Use me like a hose and put out your fire.”
She places a knee on the bed and then the other, crawling toward me, wild-haired like a beast on the prowl.
She moves between my legs and bends to kiss the inside of my thighs.
It sends a spark of electricity through my skin.
My eyes begin to flutter until I catch a reflection of her ass on the art TV.
The sliver of pink makes my heart lurch and my cock twitch.
I grab on to her hair with both hands, dragging her up my body. But she pauses and takes me in her hand, licking me from base to tip and then tipping me into her mouth. Her mouth is so wet and hot I hiss when she sucks me.
“Asi, Mami. Take more.”
She mmms, like she’s savoring every inch, and goes deeper.
I massage her scalp and try to control myself, but I want to thrust, but I don’t want to hurt her.
It feels so good. I need to go deeper, and I do.
She lets me, but I go harder this time and hit the back of her throat.
She chokes, the sound echoing in the room, threatening to undo me.
I have to hold on to the sheet so I don’t come on the spot.
I pull her face up. “Come ride me.”
She lifts herself and straddles me. My hands go to her tits, massaging them as Luna positions herself, and then she lowers herself on my cock, slow and measured.
“Así, cójeme entero.”
“Mm-hmm,” she moans.
Her eyelids drift closed. Her lips are swollen and wet.
Her hips rock back to front as her hands palm my chest to steady herself. I hook my hands around her lower back and push her to me. Her tits are hovering in front of my face, and I take one into my mouth.
“Suck me harder,” Luna begs.
“Lo que tu quieras, mi diosa.” I suck and bite her as her hips roll faster.
She grinds hard, taking her pleasure. I feel her eyes on me, and when I look up, she takes my mouth, and we’re a knot of bodies, arms and tongues who become tighter until she explodes and goes limp against me. The clench and release of her walls makes me shudder and robs me of everything.