Wind Therapy - A.J. Downey Page 0,98
I could touch the very stars in the sky.
He brought me so close to the sun I thought I would burn, but I was ever safe, in his bed, wrapped in his arms, the starbursts of light clearing my vision from that first orgasm to him sitting up and wiping his mouth, the vision of him thick and hard, the length of him turgid and resting against his stomach, a pearly drop of precum at his crown setting me ablaze with desire all over again.
I struggled to scoot up on the bed to give him enough room to fully get on it and he did, crawling up after me, cock bobbing thickly between his thighs and oh, God, how I wanted him. My pussy gave a long, fractured ache, complaining that it wasn’t fulfilled and I felt absolutely insatiable. I needed him on me, I needed him inside of me, and I reached for him.
He smiled and came to me willingly and my heart sighed with happiness. I lay back and he dwarfed me, the warmth of his body settling over mine, the head of his dick nudging my pussy lips apart.
I arched as he slipped inside of me, and he took his time, filling me up so slowly, I very nearly wept with a mixture of joy and frustration.
“Mm, easy baby, just like that,” he crooned as he seated himself inside me as deeply as he could go. He brought his lips to mine and we kissed as he barely moved inside of me, touching off a whole new set of amazing sensations.
He brushed my hair away from my face and looked me in the eyes, the intimacy of the moment unparallel in any existence.
“I love you, baby,” he whispered and the huskiness of his voice, the gentleness of his tone, it was the sweetest most decadent sound I’d ever heard. The gentle, short, barely there strokes he made inside of me sent pleasure rippling out from my core making my eyes prickle with tears at how sweet and how perfect. He placed his lips against mine and I touched the side of his face, held him to me, and loved him back so fiercely in that moment, gasping out when the kiss was broken, “I love you, too.”
And I did. From now until forever. How could I not?
Still, there was this low-key worry inside of me, deep down asking, would it be enough?
I guess only time would tell…
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Summer’s End
Marisol…
“Mateo! Be careful!” I cautioned and gave my little brother the hairy eyeball. He grinned impishly at me and kicked his soccer ball across the beach’s sand at Tic-Tac who yelled back at me, “Come on! Let the kid be a kid! You’re always up his ass!”
I scowled at him and that worry that I would never fully belong or make amends with these guys over interrupting their church meeting that one time returned. Most of the men had gotten over it relatively easy, a few had held out a bit longer but then, there was Tic-Tac… He seemed like he was willing to hold a grudge eternally.
“He’ll come around, don’t worry!” Little Bird said cheerfully and I heaved a big sigh.
“Who’ll come around?” Dahlia asked, dropping into the empty lounge chair between me and Little Bird.
“Tic-Tac,” Little Bird said, sweeping her long brown hair over her shoulder, exposing her back to the sun beating down.
We were on the shores of the Pacific, the surf a dull and distant roar down the beach, the water stretching uninterrupted for as far as the eye could see.
It was hot, one of the last days of good weather we were bound to have before the rain and the wet of autumn rolled in. This wasn’t an official club beach run, just something we had all decided we needed now that Eastern Washington chapter was up and running and we could all breathe a little better.
Abuela had signed over guardianship of my brother to me without a fight and had gone back to Mexico. Julio had called and told me he has all the necessary paperwork waiting and he would pass it along on the next run out that way. He said things were already better. That the air felt lighter and the people were happier than they’d been in a long time.
I was grateful it had all worked out so well. I mean, it rarely did… and as I looked on at Tic-Tac, Derry, Maverick, and Nine kicking the ball around with